<?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-3640530108637860788</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:40:34.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squashgarden</title><subtitle type='html'>We do not remember days; We remember moments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-2231791630142499368</id><published>2009-07-26T17:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:25:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car Seat, The Produce and The Poop</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I am making sure that a month doesn't go by without another post, so here is the latest in my enthralling world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody who currently owns, has ever owned or ever borrowed a car seat, you will groan when I tell you that it's time to clean it. That's right you groan, because if it's like mine, you have to take the whole thing practically apart to clean the cover. Now, I love myra's car seat so don't get me wrong, but because of the overwhelming task it takes to clean the dumb thing, I usually wipe it down and call it  good. Well, the other day I decided it was time to get to all the crooks and crannies of the seat. So I took it out of the car and busted out the screwdriver. I immediately became fascinated with all of the fossilized snacks and toys that had fallen into the dark crevices of her chair. I flipped the car seat over and shook shook shook. You name it, it came out of the car seat. Goldfish, pretzels, sucker sticks, wrappers, cheerios, and look- 2 quarters! Disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz_pZ5reLI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hKMWHHFsvmY/s1600-h/SDC10565+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz_pZ5reLI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hKMWHHFsvmY/s320/SDC10565+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942343083948210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to bed, Myra has to help pick up her toys. Well, she had been playing with her pretend kitchen food and such. I asked her to please put her food away where it belongs. The next morning I found some very suspicious produce in the fridge. Carrot sandwich anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz_p3EwawI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oFUmsBkxd-s/s1600-h/SDC10608+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz_p3EwawI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oFUmsBkxd-s/s320/SDC10608+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362942350915037954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this story just about kills me. So, Sabrina loves loves LOVES to climb on to ANYthing. She doesn't walk, no- she climbs. She likes to especially climb on Myra's 4 story dollhouse. She can climb up to the second shelf than cries when she gets stuck. Well, after bathtime, Sabrina crawled away into Myra's room. I went to go get a clean diaper when I hear Myra yelling, "Mommy, Sabrina is pooping on my dollhouse!" I quickly ran into the room to see if this was true. Yes! Sabrina had climbed on top of the second shelf and pooped. I helped her down and then I thought....hmmm...this is funny blog material. The poop on the shelf right? So I went to get the camera and when I got back my idea of taking a pic of the poop on the shelf changed to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz5gC0uv2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/qVvuiY4lHks/s1600-h/SDC10600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz5gC0uv2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/qVvuiY4lHks/s320/SDC10600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362935585200586594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right! Do you see that?&lt;br /&gt;Take a closer look!&lt;br /&gt;That would be poop in the hand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz-CNEQwWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ECGediwsYVY/s1600-h/SDC10600+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz-CNEQwWI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ECGediwsYVY/s320/SDC10600+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362940570112147810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile on the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz-CUNJNrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TUToF3UkA4Q/s1600-h/SDC10600+-+Copy+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz-CUNJNrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TUToF3UkA4Q/s320/SDC10600+-+Copy+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362940572028450482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-2231791630142499368?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2231791630142499368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=2231791630142499368' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2231791630142499368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2231791630142499368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2009/07/car-seat-produce-and-poop.html' title='The Car Seat, The Produce and The Poop'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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/_jUs7a07uv80/Smz_pZ5reLI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hKMWHHFsvmY/s72-c/SDC10565+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4990028079078254836</id><published>2009-07-07T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:15:11.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! Look! Look! A Post!</title><content type='html'>I have met my 4 month mark. So it's time for another post. Actually, I started one a while ago and never posted it. That's funny huh? You see, I keep thinking I have to tell all that has occured to me since my last post, but then you would be here all day reading about my super fantastic life, and you just might get envious, so I decided to start with just a few of my favorite highlights: Kriss has left the country! :( Okay, that is not my favorite highlight, but it is the most impacting since last post. We were so lucky to be only an hour from his training facility, and although we weren't allowed on base, we made a sneaky visit to hang out in the grass. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxJDXRjOfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/i7vwIvjDMU0/s1600-h/Kriss%26Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349230779545369074 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxJDXRjOfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/i7vwIvjDMU0/s320/Kriss%26Girls.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The following picture is one of my favorites. I took it right before we left our house to drop him off at the base for the last time. He didn't have to be back until ten at night, so we loaded up the kids in their PJ's. The ride was the shortest 60 miles ever. I cannot descrie how it feels to say goodbye to your husband for the next year. I thought that was painful, but then watching your children say goodbye to their dad for a year, is even harder. Especially little Sabrina. She was gooing all over the special attention. Thankfully, I was almost out of gas and had to pull over to fill up. I'm sure the people thought I was a little emotional about the gas prices. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVQ551MleI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zNvogtmE6qQ/s1600-h/SDC10518.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276287533782498 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVQ551MleI/AAAAAAAAAnY/zNvogtmE6qQ/s320/SDC10518.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a more upbeat note: Sabrina..... is officially one!! We had a little birthday party for her and I must say, she was pretty funny. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHniA4rOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mGmwfxaEp-U/s1600-h/SDC10528.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229201880296674 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHniA4rOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/mGmwfxaEp-U/s320/SDC10528.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHoKww_PI/AAAAAAAAAlg/64w0blEhGLs/s1600-h/SDC10537.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229212818537714 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHoKww_PI/AAAAAAAAAlg/64w0blEhGLs/s320/SDC10537.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; You see I put a bday hat on her and she of course cried. I took it off and she was fine. Naturally I assumed the tears were because she didn't want to wear the stupid thing. Nope! She is terriefied of party hats. Just watch this clip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c0a8d297d959a6f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0a8d297d959a6f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331918954%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C4683D3D5D0ADEB19C33AE5FE0206AAD7DCCFD4.EEDFDB7133ACC1DCB235C1038D8BF6DF3C1FC35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0a8d297d959a6f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPRPB8VsWAqIEUPnlEHcEnx5DhAU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0a8d297d959a6f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331918954%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C4683D3D5D0ADEB19C33AE5FE0206AAD7DCCFD4.EEDFDB7133ACC1DCB235C1038D8BF6DF3C1FC35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0a8d297d959a6f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPRPB8VsWAqIEUPnlEHcEnx5DhAU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you put it in her view, tears welt out of her eyes and come pouring down. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHoUohzeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JdF4lUlP7gk/s1600-h/SDC10536.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229215468342754 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHoUohzeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JdF4lUlP7gk/s320/SDC10536.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; NO HAT!!! MUCH BETTER!!! &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHogBJHFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dWxHO8A-04I/s1600-h/SDC10540.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229218524372050 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxHogBJHFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dWxHO8A-04I/s320/SDC10540.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I went to an amazing play- WICKED! No, silly, that's the name of it. It is the story of how the witch becomes the wicked witch of the west in wizard of oz. It was AWESOME! I read the book the day before I went, and as everybody told me, the musical is much better. I say read the book first then see the musical, or you may be disappointed. But be forewarned, the book is dark and deep. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw8U6lZP7I/AAAAAAAAAk4/LKpQcgP1zwc/s1600-h/wicked-the-musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349216787430457266 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw8U6lZP7I/AAAAAAAAAk4/LKpQcgP1zwc/s320/wicked-the-musical.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;It's currently in Phoenix. So check it out if you can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of books, we have been spending lots of time at our new libraries (yes plural. There are 3 within 7 miles from us) Anyways, I have a confession. It is true. I, yes, the anti-Twillight girl, have succombed to the pathetic entrapment of the romance of a mortal teenager and her controlling vampire love. I'm on book #4 of the Twilight series and all I have to say is that I vote for Jacob. I know he's not chosen, but I can only pretend right? I can't believe I confessed. It's a deep dark secret I have been holding inside of me. Curiosity caught me and I partook. BARF! &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw8_SOK5tI/AAAAAAAAAlA/LM9kar9kslQ/s1600-h/twilght.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349217515330004690 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw8_SOK5tI/AAAAAAAAAlA/LM9kar9kslQ/s320/twilght.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new life in Indiana has been treating us well. For those who don't know, which is probably the majority of the continental states, Indiana is a huge racing state. Don't know about you, but NASCAR bores me. What is so intriguing about watching a car drive in a circle 200 times? That's what I thought until I went to the Indy 500. I was invited with some people to go, and since it gave me a break from the kids I went. It was so much more entertaining in person. Those cars go 220 mph! It was really cool. There were several wrecks and the worst one was right in front of our seats. I swore the guy died, but the driver is so protected in the car, he walked away from it. Afterall, it hit the wall twice and caught on fire. Debris flew up in the air and the front right panel flew off. Must have been Onstar to the rescue! &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw9dB8q99I/AAAAAAAAAlI/FT2x5afrFBg/s1600-h/SDC10500.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218026357716946 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw9dB8q99I/AAAAAAAAAlI/FT2x5afrFBg/s320/SDC10500.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw-VBqd3NI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Ympgs3_MEyE/s1600-h/SDC10507.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349218988354034898 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Sjw-VBqd3NI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Ympgs3_MEyE/s320/SDC10507.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra just started swimming lessons and thinks she is pretty cool. Actually she is. :) &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVEU4TU9tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WwLfqPYdcB8/s1600-h/SDC10597.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356262457328596690 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVEU4TU9tI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WwLfqPYdcB8/s320/SDC10597.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have taken several trips out on her Aunt Courtney's boat. Myra isn't sure what she likes better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the water:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVKdjaaHwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tAe402iFYE8/s1600-h/SDC10568.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356269203409739522 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVKdjaaHwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tAe402iFYE8/s320/SDC10568.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the food:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG4AXZtpI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yHL2-USFgkM/s1600-h/SDC10473.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265259811845778 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG4AXZtpI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yHL2-USFgkM/s320/SDC10473.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or the cruising:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVbCNBBBfI/AAAAAAAAAng/LYJ-pUb1JXc/s1600-h/SDC10474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVbCNBBBfI/AAAAAAAAAng/LYJ-pUb1JXc/s320/SDC10474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356287425238861298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies and boats are not quite as fun. I mean, would you be happy if your lifejacket completely swallowed you? &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG3R6oEpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/35poNxXl4T4/s1600-h/SDC10467.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265247343121042 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG3R6oEpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/35poNxXl4T4/s320/SDC10467.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and whole?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG38H8UWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g_Z-XPNxaX0/s1600-h/SDC10475.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265258673262946 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG38H8UWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/g_Z-XPNxaX0/s320/SDC10475.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Poor Sabrina, the second born. Going along for the ride.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra loves the story of the Gingerbread Man, so one day while at papa's they decided to make one- by using 5 lbs of chocolate chip cookie dough. Check it out. This is before it went in the oven: &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG4s4uM-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/fs8CUxr4K-s/s1600-h/SDC10491.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265271762760674 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG4s4uM-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/fs8CUxr4K-s/s320/SDC10491.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What happened after he baked huh? Well, duh, he ran away saying "you can't catch me I'm the chocolate chip man" But boy he wouldn't run very fast after I bit his gooey legs off! yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina has several fascinations. One is taking everything out of boxes and drawers. the other obsession is this chair. She ABSOLUTELY loves it. She gets in and out of it and will be upset if somebody else sits in it. This used to be her Grandma's chair back in the day, but now it's property of papa's. I have the same picture of Myra at this age in it. Although, Sabrina has definietly ruled superior on this one. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG5U9Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/K8XkD00LjTc/s1600-h/SDC10492.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265282518746098 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVG5U9Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/K8XkD00LjTc/s320/SDC10492.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fourth of July, I took the girls to the parade. Now everybody knows that there is candy at the parade. Usually children run into the streets and risk a few amputations to get the dum-dum lollipop or the vanilla flavored tootsie roll. Not us. We got so much candy we started giving it away. Check out Myra's hat full. This was insane. So, needless to say, we walked away from the parade ready to forego Halloween!&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVKeYBjqgI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Xud5iz7l2vw/s1600-h/SDC10572.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356269217532586498 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVKeYBjqgI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Xud5iz7l2vw/s320/SDC10572.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring rain on the 4th, so the next night the sky was great. And BOOM! I sat back and relaxed as I watched my neighbors lighting up the sky with massive explosive devices. Being from AZ, I am still a little PTSD of fires and the risk, but in Indiana it's legal to light them in your own yard. Completely insane, but legal. Here is one my next door neighbor lit. BOOM! &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVKenDqAnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wXiwCK8gLVA/s1600-h/SDC10592.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356269221567922802 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SlVKenDqAnI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wXiwCK8gLVA/s320/SDC10592.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this post so long and so much worth the almost 5 month wait? I will do better about postings I promise. I have a new project that I email Kriss daily with a picture of something that has recently occured, so you will be hearing more from me. Call your therapist and tell her she is without a job. I am back and you are going to love, love, love it! Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4990028079078254836?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0a8d297d959a6f5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4990028079078254836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4990028079078254836' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4990028079078254836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4990028079078254836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-look-look-post.html' title='Look! Look! Look! A Post!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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/_jUs7a07uv80/SjxJDXRjOfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/i7vwIvjDMU0/s72-c/Kriss%26Girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-66159068830637429</id><published>2009-02-06T22:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:35:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time</title><content type='html'>Okay! I got your point. You miss me huh? Come on, if you didn't you wouldn't be reading this!&lt;br /&gt;We have been keeping super busy but there is nothing to prove it. We had a great Halloween, thanksgiving and Christmas. Rather than boring you with all of those events, I'll tell you of the recent past and the present. First of all Sabrina is now officially crawling! She is so fast at where she wants to go now. The night she started crawling I took a little video and Myra kept cheering her on the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina is eating solid foods and is getting over her gag reflex. Holy Cow is hers ever so intact! Rice cereal was like a chore to get it past the tongue thrusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTytKynyrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/pUcRzmGoeOc/s1600-h/SDC10059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTytKynyrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/pUcRzmGoeOc/s320/SDC10059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302129519126629042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra is completely potty trained and has been for a long time now. It's awesome. Until you are in the grocery store with the two of them and a cart full of groceries and she has to go, and now! Myra recently started becoming interested in tv. She still doesn't really quiet down for it, nor will she sit through a show at all, but she enjoys checking movies out from the library. Her recent favorites are Wizard of Oz and Pete's Dragon. I thought I could handle them a hundred times. I was wrong. I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTytIXBv4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/gux61nWx9qo/s1600-h/SDC10031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTytIXBv4I/AAAAAAAAAkM/gux61nWx9qo/s320/SDC10031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302129518474018690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she is really into making everything into a train. Including her sticker collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT0F5_ZFDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7WSvCa-wn5M/s1600-h/SDC10048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT0F5_ZFDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7WSvCa-wn5M/s320/SDC10048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302131043625145394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Kriss and I had the luxury of spending our first night away from the kids. You see, since Kriss is getting deployed again (I will get to that in a minute) We wanted to take one last opportunity to focus on some couple time. A very very dear friend of ours actually encouraged us to go somewhere. Now, I normally don't take up offers like that, but she kept insisting. So, I surprised Kriss with a night at a bed and breakfast in Pine and then we went hiking down the Tonto Natural Bridge. The whole thing was perfect. It was so awesome to wake up and lounge around without any cute little blondes or baldies crying for help. Who cares that we really didn't sleep in cause our bodies aren't used to it, but we didn't have to get up for anything!! Totally awesome. &lt;br /&gt;We decided to hike along the creek and reach the Natural Bridge. We used to hike a lot while we were dating, but last time we hiked was when I was preggo with Myra! I was so excited to get some really cool pictures, but after 4 self timer pics, the batteries died. So, we enjoyed the scenery as best as we could and then went to the gift shop, bought a disposable camera and drove to the viewpoints to snap a few shots. The pictures don't do it justice. It is quite a sight and I recommend it to anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTysintuTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/XUqrOZDBK3Y/s1600-h/SDC10079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTysintuTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/XUqrOZDBK3Y/s320/SDC10079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302129508343462194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are starting our hike at the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTys3Au2lI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fZ2JfnsTBsk/s1600-h/SDC10082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTys3Au2lI/AAAAAAAAAj8/fZ2JfnsTBsk/s320/SDC10082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302129513817102930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little waterfall along the creek. This is when my camera died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT17sy31AI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ehAl7QPP9hw/s1600-h/Tonto_Natural_Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT17sy31AI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ehAl7QPP9hw/s320/Tonto_Natural_Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302133067307537410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the view from the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT17fWwkMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/MTVbgYpeUZo/s1600-h/az__tonto_bridge_mlgc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT17fWwkMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/MTVbgYpeUZo/s320/az__tonto_bridge_mlgc.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302133063699960002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it quaint and beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT17nfQGSI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZeS8DMd-Xjs/s1600-h/tonto+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SZT17nfQGSI/AAAAAAAAAks/ZeS8DMd-Xjs/s320/tonto+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302133065883064610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows you what it looks like where we hiked into. We came right under the bridge and had big fun slippery rocks to climb over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what's this? another deployment? Yes, this is correct. Kriss is leaving on my bday March 6 for another deployment back to Iraq. He will be gone for a year and the whole thing just ticks me off. You see, his contract ended jan 26, however, he has been stop lossed. This means 90 days prior to a company being actively deployed all members are locked into serving for the deployment, it doesn't matter if you are to retire or your contract ends. Well, his federal orders start april 7 and if you count back 90 days, the cutoff date is jan 7. Yup, he missed it by 19 days. They won't make any exceptions, trust me we've tried. i went through a period of extreme anger, but now I realize I must face it, again. Yes, he was deployed in 2003-2004, but at that time, we had no children. Myra is going to be really upset about her daddy being gone, and Sabrina will change so much, she won't hardly know who her daddy is. After long discussions, lists on paper and many prayers, we have decided that while Kriss is gone, the girls and I will move closer to family- his family back in Indiana. It doesn't make any logical sense, I know, but that is what we feel strongly in our hearts is the right thing to do. It's a temporary move, love it or hate it, at least it's an adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with this deployment I'll be better at updating my blog for Kriss to check it out. Maybe he will log in sometime. ha ha ha hint hint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-66159068830637429?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/66159068830637429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=66159068830637429' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/66159068830637429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/66159068830637429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-time.html' title='About Time'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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/_jUs7a07uv80/SZTytKynyrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/pUcRzmGoeOc/s72-c/SDC10059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8535681151973127182</id><published>2008-10-06T22:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:53:59.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick, Kick, Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SOr2eCWdKnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PcG2Io8Rk0o/s1600-h/swimming"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SOr2eCWdKnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PcG2Io8Rk0o/s320/swimming" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254282911168670322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the past several weeks I have been branching out of my regular realm and have been hanging in the pool. I know how to swim for survival, but I wanted to improve my skills and really learn how to lap swim. So, I signed up for an eight week beginner lap swimming class at the gym I go to. I must say, besides the getting my fat butt into a swimsuit, I actually really enjoy the class. I am horrible for sure and I think the coach is entertained by my ridiculous lack of skills. Anyways, tonight at class, she had all of us swim laps for 15 minutes straight- that doesn't seem very long until you are the one kicking and stroking. She kept track of how far we went in that time. And once again- I placed last!! YES!! I am so dang cool! And the best part is that I didn't hear her the first time, so I asked, like a little fat kid, "How far did you say I went?" and she sheepishly told me. All the others gave me a courtesy smile. But I was leaping with joy. If you were to time me 3 weeks ago, I bet I wouldn't have been able to go as far as I did tonight. I am awesome! wink wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-8535681151973127182?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8535681151973127182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8535681151973127182' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8535681151973127182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8535681151973127182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/10/kick-kick-breathe.html' title='Kick, Kick, Breathe'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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/_jUs7a07uv80/SOr2eCWdKnI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PcG2Io8Rk0o/s72-c/swimming' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-3339941563849114015</id><published>2008-09-06T12:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:25:11.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Poop</title><content type='html'>Myra had gone potty this morning and we just left her diaper off for convenience. I was online checking my email and trying to round on all your blogs when I heard her flushing the toilet over and over again. I started to imagine what she might be doing in the bathroom and wondering what precious toy was making a trip down the sewer line of Flagstaff. Myra comes running out of the bathroom saying, "Wipe my poopy mommy, I wiped my poopy." I look and the child has a small amount of poop on her little fingers and a smear on her butt. Being grossed out but VERY excited that she might have pooped in the toilet I praised her for a job well done and offered her a tootsie roll after washing her hands. I asked her if she went poop and she said "yes, need a candy" I went into the bathroom and found no evidence of the poop- NOTHING. I asked her again if she went poop in the potty, she said "on the floor"- I looked and NOTHING. "Where is it?" I asked. "all gone mommy, need candy". I'm sure she went poop but I was amazed that the only proof of it was on her hands, and so I rewarded my child for depositing a ghost poop in the big toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-3339941563849114015?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3339941563849114015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=3339941563849114015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3339941563849114015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3339941563849114015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/09/ghost-poop.html' title='Ghost Poop'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-2996123088091088713</id><published>2008-08-24T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:20:26.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>Okay, confession- has anybody ever forgotten that they put their child in timeout? I put Myra in timeout the other day and totally spaced it. She was in her little corner for a LONG time. She never yelled at me to come out and just talked and babbled to herself. I felt kind of bad, although, I got a lot done and enjoyed some space. Isn't it funny how they never come out until you give them permission? Poor thing... her mom's neglectful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-2996123088091088713?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2996123088091088713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=2996123088091088713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2996123088091088713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2996123088091088713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8088468738296418643</id><published>2008-08-21T22:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:33:03.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep? nor Park?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKG982qBpGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2PPv-iay2L4/s1600-h/conan_obrien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKG982qBpGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2PPv-iay2L4/s320/conan_obrien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233673095142810722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights ago, Myra kept waking up in the middle of the night. Rather than waking up crying or coming into our room, she quietly goes into the living room. I usually wake up with that feeling of "someone is in the house". I see a flickering of lights and when I walk into the living room, I find her sitting quietly on the couch holding her teddy bear and watching Conan O’Brian. She has her legs crossed and just looks at me like “Sorry, I woke you up, I just can’t sleep.” It is actually kind of cute- as cute as it can be at two in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SK5MP8fiNKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cYg_1r0pU40/s1600-h/th_ParallelParkingTopView.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SK5MP8fiNKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cYg_1r0pU40/s320/th_ParallelParkingTopView.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237207253498606754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat I was going to a soccer game and was in a hurry to park and get on the field. I found a perfect spot right by the entrance. I attempted twice to parallel park in this spot but just couldn't do it. Just then, I saw a woman walking down the parking lot with her kids. Her eyes were watching me. "There is no way I can do this under pressure." I thought. So I pull forward and find another spot- another parallel parking requirement but I can do this one. I know it. I fail at that attempt also.  Now, the lady has a small smerk on her face. She is totally engaged on what I will do next. I say loudly, "Myra, I just can't parallel park." Hoping she hears me. Okay, now, I'm even more late, so I pull into the third spot and attempt again to parallel park our little camry. My forehead is in a beaded sweat, b/c I know I am inches from the cars. Can I do it? Nope! The lady has a giant grin on her face, and now I'm mad. So I throw it into drive and floor it straight ahead into a spot I could just pull into!! Anybody want to give me lessons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-8088468738296418643?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8088468738296418643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8088468738296418643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8088468738296418643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8088468738296418643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-sleep-nor-park.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep? nor Park?'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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/_jUs7a07uv80/SKG982qBpGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2PPv-iay2L4/s72-c/conan_obrien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4800752555575158418</id><published>2008-08-16T20:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:29:28.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... A Post!</title><content type='html'>Our internet has been running SO SLOWLY lately! It's been worse than dial up and sometimes it just turns off right in the midle of an email. I've been wanting to put up a new post, but get so frustrated with our connection- uggh!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick glimpse of the past few weeks of our lives:&lt;br /&gt;My parents came up to visit for a couple days while Kriss was gone. Myra loved hanging with her G&amp;G. She is obsessed with their cat, Bo. So she constantly was asking, "Where's Bo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSLe8VhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kuw7qeNm71c/s1600-h/DSCN4265_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSLe8VhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kuw7qeNm71c/s320/DSCN4265_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331525045409298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kriss was away, we took a little road trip to visit some VERY dear friends of ours. I have been friends with Becky for 7 years now! Wow! We got married a week apart and met in our temple prep class. Myra had so much fun meeting Baby Ben and sleeping in Miriam's bunk bed! Becky took me to get a free makeover- that was a first for me and yes- they do both sides of your face! The place closed before they did Becky, so that was embarassing. I always have so much fun with Becky- she's just that all around awesome friend- the kind you can laugh and cry with or eat a box of mint oreo's while watching Jane Austen movies- yup, we did that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSByS_fI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yt-hc0am_DQ/s1600-h/DSCN4268_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSByS_fI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yt-hc0am_DQ/s320/DSCN4268_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331522442231282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, Myra had her first pinata at her cousin, Dalton's bday party. The amount of sugar that was consumed by those kids was breathtaking. I get queesy around pinatas- see on my 7th bday, I broke my mom's nose while trying to hit the pinata. The only thing that came out from that experience was some profanity and bloodshed. I haven't tried a pinata since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehocFx9mI/AAAAAAAAAXU/08C3Pyo7gAk/s1600-h/DSCN4274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehocFx9mI/AAAAAAAAAXU/08C3Pyo7gAk/s320/DSCN4274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235330807948768866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehotmQOUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ShutdRY9NrY/s1600-h/DSCN4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehotmQOUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ShutdRY9NrY/s320/DSCN4279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235330812648372546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Myra and Sabrina with Della- their cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSfLcckI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QZm8z4iYwgc/s1600-h/DSCN4281_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSfLcckI/AAAAAAAAAX8/QZm8z4iYwgc/s320/DSCN4281_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331530332336706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra just got these new elephant jammies. She was so excited to wear them, she wanted me to take her picture. Isn't she just the little poser? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKejs6ncq7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ABeAJmYaCvs/s1600-h/DSCN4283_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKejs6ncq7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ABeAJmYaCvs/s320/DSCN4283_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235333083885775794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who live in AZ know about the monsoon season. We have been getting tons of rain. Myra loves it. She says "Good Morning Rain" and likes it when our dog hides from the storm. I bought her this raincoat for her to run outside in. She loves it and goes right out of her way to step in the puddles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiRyd0PoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lM_6iLi9Y20/s1600-h/DSCN4237_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiRyd0PoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lM_6iLi9Y20/s320/DSCN4237_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331518329798274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina has been smiling and cooing for a couple weeks now. It just melts my heart. Usually the camera is in the other room, but I grabbed a snapshot of this one! LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehoFLv23I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Vs86eokULE0/s1600-h/DSCN4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehoFLv23I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Vs86eokULE0/s320/DSCN4242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235330801799781234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girls are just growing so fast. Sabrina is two months old and fitting in clothes that Myra wore at 4 months. She is going to be bigger than her sister I think. Here they are lounging in their PJs on a fine crisp morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehoV2FL5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/xxD8tHL0AyQ/s1600-h/DSCN4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SKehoV2FL5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/xxD8tHL0AyQ/s320/DSCN4245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235330806272307090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriss came home from his training two weeks ago. It has been so nice to have him back home with us. Our family is once again complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4800752555575158418?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4800752555575158418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4800752555575158418' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4800752555575158418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4800752555575158418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-post.html' title='Finally... A Post!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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/_jUs7a07uv80/SKeiSLe8VhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kuw7qeNm71c/s72-c/DSCN4265_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4440104506684695688</id><published>2008-07-29T12:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:24:11.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>As the 2008 Olympics get ready to commence I feel like I am connected to a few of the swimmers.  I remember 4 years ago when Natalie Coughlin took home 2 gold medals, 2 silver and a bronze medal for various events. I was so excited and happy for her. Why? While Kriss was deployed, my dear friend, Susan and I lived together.  Susan grew up with Natalie and swam on the same team and I remember  Natalie would call and talk about how close she was getting to the Olympic Trials. I looked at pictures of Natalie and Susan at swim meets, etc. We watched excitedly when she took her spot as an USA Olympian! Natalie recently broke another world record! Yup! She holds the title to 3 world records! Even though, I never officially met Natalie, I feel like we are friends. Afterall, we did say hello on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SI97RsfHnlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RzIVfwtNgzc/s1600-h/Natalie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SI97RsfHnlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RzIVfwtNgzc/s320/Natalie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228533236330110546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Rebecca Suni will be doing the 200 meter breaststroke. How do I know her? Well I don’t,  but her mother was one of my nurses when I had Sabrina! She is the nurse that I broke down in tears with. I was hormonal and wanted nothing more than to have a special relationship with my daughters. I shared with my nurse my concern about this since my mother and I have a different kind of relationship. She sat on my bed and told me she had the same experience. She told me that she has two daughters, Rita and Rebecca. She told me all about their likes and the way they got started with swimming. I had no idea she was referencing an Olympic swimmer. We talked and talked throughout the day and she mentioned to me that she was flying out in a couple weeks to the Olympic trials where Rebecca would compete! And looky now- she is going to Beijing to reperesnt the USA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SI976nMN__I/AAAAAAAAAW0/N4byuH0BlnM/s1600-h/Soni4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SI976nMN__I/AAAAAAAAAW0/N4byuH0BlnM/s320/Soni4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228533939283296242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always so impressed and astonished by the performances of the Olympics. What an accomplished title. I will definitely be tuned in the day Natalie and Rebecca swim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4440104506684695688?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4440104506684695688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4440104506684695688' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4440104506684695688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4440104506684695688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/07/olympics.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SI97RsfHnlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RzIVfwtNgzc/s72-c/Natalie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4174933181370338453</id><published>2008-07-25T20:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:26:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Thoughtful!</title><content type='html'>Today I received these beautiful flowers from my wonderful husband. Even though he is without internet and phone access, he somehow managed to arrange for the delivery of this bouquet.  My husband is so good with words and his card was poetically beautiful. I’d share it with you, but then that would be a little too personal for blogging! Why the balloon coming from the middle huh? The balloon on a stick is a momentum must in our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIq1MH6JvZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/U22D2DlT8DE/s1600-h/DSCN4238_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIq1MH6JvZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/U22D2DlT8DE/s320/DSCN4238_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227189537402895762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my parents have a unique relationship. Rarely did they give gifts of any kind to each other for special days (i.e. anniversary, birthday, etc.) But my dad would splurge and get my mom a helium balloon on a stick with a card. You know the kind you get at the grocery store checkout counter for $2.49? That’s the one! My mom would put it in a plastic cup and put it on the table as a centerpiece! Lovely! Well, the thing is, they never get thrown away- I’m not kidding you! If you walk into my parents’ house and look around, you will see numerous partially deflated balloons with “I love you” “Happy Anniversary” inscribed on it.  There they stand with dust dated back to conception of their kids. Gross! My parents just celebrated their 38th anniversary. Anyways, Kriss and I always joke that it is the helium balloon on a stick that keeps the marriage alive. So the next time you are doing your grocery shopping- and thinking of your spouse-spend the $2.49 and light the fire of your romance!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4174933181370338453?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4174933181370338453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4174933181370338453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4174933181370338453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4174933181370338453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-thoughtful.html' title='How Thoughtful!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIq1MH6JvZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/U22D2DlT8DE/s72-c/DSCN4238_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-7554499783356767638</id><published>2008-07-18T15:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:37:41.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One Down!</title><content type='html'>Every year Kriss has summer training with the National Guard. This year it is 3 weeks long. He left last Saturday, and so it has been just the girls and I for the past week. In order to create a little bit of sanity and mostly to help pass the time, I make sure I take the girls out daily for some kind of activity. Here are a few of the things we have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra loves bubbles! So I added a bubble machine gun to her collection. She loves it. She showers it on everything, including our car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdtL6Mk2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/CRvPNKP-sag/s1600-h/DSCN4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdtL6Mk2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/CRvPNKP-sag/s320/DSCN4200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224489704854688610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra is really into cats right now. Rather than, adding one to our family, I took her to the Humane Society to hold and pet them as much as she wanted without having the obligation of tending to the tender animal. MEOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEfPNFLfPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/lEM0zNvw0_8/s1600-h/DSCN4207_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEfPNFLfPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/lEM0zNvw0_8/s320/DSCN4207_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224491388796370162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra of coursed loved holding each of them, but it is rather disturbing as an adult, knowing that when you leave, the likelihood of seeing that cat again is pretty slim. Poor Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEfOsdoErI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mtpMxLa5yho/s1600-h/DSCN4206_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEfOsdoErI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mtpMxLa5yho/s320/DSCN4206_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224491380040536754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Myra has been interested in potty training. When we were in the hospital she was going 80% of the time with my sister in law. She had a huge zest to potty train then, but since I was so anemic and had no energy, I would praise her for what I could and gave her a potty treat (M&amp;Ms) That was a big mistake!!! It was all about getting the treat, of course. Now we do stickers for the majority of our potty training success and on occasion we go for the treat. Well, when Myra gets a treat she brings me a bowl to put her 3 M&amp;Ms in. I couldn't stop laughing when she brought me this HUGE bowl for her prize. It was pretty pathetic looking holding only 3 pieces of candy- but she was excited nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdtTmPuFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FJ_He-DxcbA/s1600-h/DSCN4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdtTmPuFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FJ_He-DxcbA/s320/DSCN4201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224489706918492242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Her little legs are getting some rolls and she has outgrown her newborn diapers! Soon, she'll be in college!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEfu9oK-pI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oZF03xNm-N4/s1600-h/DSCN4209_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEfu9oK-pI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oZF03xNm-N4/s320/DSCN4209_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224491934403984018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Williams to visit an old friend and her 3 boys. We thought it would be fun to take them to the park for a picnic. After preparing for about an hour- we finally made our trek. And can you believe the kids played on the equipment for maybe 3 minutes? The rest of the time they hung out at the picnic table we were sitting at! Just clinging to us! Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdttpFwSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eSDd-YgfOow/s1600-h/DSCN4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdttpFwSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eSDd-YgfOow/s320/DSCN4208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224489713909743906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE IT IS: MYRA'S FIRST BIG INJURY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIJc8UKRxEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/l61G_yuf0Ok/s1600-h/DSCN4212_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIJc8UKRxEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/l61G_yuf0Ok/s320/DSCN4212_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224840708976919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this happen? You probably are wondering. well, read on and I will tell you!&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Myra and I were at a friend's house. They have a treadmill in the corner of the living room. A four year old asked, "Can Myra play on the treadmill with me? I will only put it at speed number 1." "Sure" I said. And so they walked, laughed and ran on this health promoting piece of machinery. About 45 minutes went by and once again the four year old had returned to the treadmill. I however, was unaware that Myra was with her. (the treadmill was behind the couch) While I was visiting with my friend our conversation was interrupted with her yelling, "turn it down! Turn it off! Turn it off!" I heard a child screaming and knew right away, it was Myra. The four year old was in a panic and was hitting the speed increase button rather than the off button. I could hear the motor spinning faster and faster. Myra was screaming louder. We all ran to the treadmill and pulled the emergency cord. I thought for sure Myra was going to be with at least one less finger. No, she had all ten of them and all her teeth too, but she suffered this horrible treadmill rash/burn on her chin, neck and spots on her arm. She busted her upper lip too. She was so emotionally distraught, she would not calm down- not even for candy or cookies! She would not let me look at it and wanted nothing more than to hold me tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIJeLCAIxcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Zd0yn56RmR4/s1600-h/DSCN4214_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIJeLCAIxcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Zd0yn56RmR4/s320/DSCN4214_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842061312214466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing much better now, and the burn is starting to darken and turn that nasty brown color. Her lip is purple and bruised up to her nose. You should see the looks I get from people in public. I finally went out and bought bandaids for her arm burns. Yup! I'm a nurse without bandaids in the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-7554499783356767638?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7554499783356767638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=7554499783356767638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7554499783356767638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7554499783356767638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-one-down.html' title='Week One Down!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SIEdtL6Mk2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/CRvPNKP-sag/s72-c/DSCN4200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-1418878422330218730</id><published>2008-07-10T10:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:26:57.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For  the fourth of July I bravely took the girls to the parade all by myself since Kriss was working. Myra was really excited for about the first hour. Mostly because she got some candy to melt and get over everything! She loves motorcycles and kept jumping up and down saying “Vroom” when the motorcycles came by.  We saw everything you can imagine and after about an hour and a half, I was ready to go! Yes, the parade was still going when we left. It was the longest parade I have ever seen!- or should I say ditched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZNMWV6kiI/AAAAAAAAATo/62LD5IBCi4Y/s1600-h/DSCN4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZNMWV6kiI/AAAAAAAAATo/62LD5IBCi4Y/s320/DSCN4167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221445692533936674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina is growing like a weed. I look at her little hands and have noticed them filling out and starting to get chubby. Must be that delicious milk from mom! Slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZTL1VnD3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9GRyrNGHjkw/s1600-h/DSCN4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZTL1VnD3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9GRyrNGHjkw/s320/DSCN4180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221452280744054642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina has actually been sleeping fairly well at night. She usually wakes up twice- the first wakening she dozes back after eating, but the second, she grunts, talks, squirms and does all the things a newborn does. By the time she settles down a bit, Myra wakes up. Wide awake and ready for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZRE0MOPRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bTIyoAp0GKA/s1600-h/DSCN4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZRE0MOPRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bTIyoAp0GKA/s320/DSCN4164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221449961153903890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra loved having her cousins come up to visit. She was excited to show off all her toys and her new baby sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZRE-mqh_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BmuFFnA7LhA/s1600-h/DSCN4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZRE-mqh_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/BmuFFnA7LhA/s320/DSCN4146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221449963949164530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that Sabrina has two different ears. Her left ear is round and petite-very feminine, but her right ear has a little point to it. It is prone to being folded up when we hold her. It's a little Keebler ear but that's okay cause we all like EL Fudge, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZPh0DNGdI/AAAAAAAAATw/MYCMMq_I09U/s1600-h/DSCN4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZPh0DNGdI/AAAAAAAAATw/MYCMMq_I09U/s320/DSCN4175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221448260309031378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZRFMnoh3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/DxHHWmFLNVk/s1600-h/DSCN4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZRFMnoh3I/AAAAAAAAAUI/DxHHWmFLNVk/s320/DSCN4143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221449967711324018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are going to be blue! That’s right! Sabrina’s eyes are starting to lighten up and I am pretty convinced she has inherited her daddy’s big blue eyes. Myra has Kriss’s eyes and they are by far one of her best features.  Sabrina will be just as lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZTMEnDP0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/PSPpF-MJoIw/s1600-h/DSCN4182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZTMEnDP0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/PSPpF-MJoIw/s320/DSCN4182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221452284843736898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-1418878422330218730?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1418878422330218730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=1418878422330218730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1418878422330218730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1418878422330218730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-fourth-of-july-i-bravely-took-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SHZNMWV6kiI/AAAAAAAAATo/62LD5IBCi4Y/s72-c/DSCN4167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-6700438099808972685</id><published>2008-07-10T10:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:45:09.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Too!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we are having to iron out a few two year old behaviors that are perservering in our home. We have been working on our manners, ie no screaming, no whining and calming down in time out. As a result Myra will whiningly scream, "Need more milk!" after my look of disapproval, she stops and says "use normal voice" I smile and say, "yes. Can you ask politely for milk?" She then responds " I would like more milk please." And with that, I proudly pour a glass of milk for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that she hears and understands what I tell her, because now as soon as she does something against the rules- usually screaming, I look at her and tell her she is going to time out and she panicly says, "calm down". Now any advice on how not to laugh while you are dragging your child to time out when they are kicking and crying "calm down!"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, Myra has decided that she is fascinated with the phrase "I love you too!' She says it all the time, before bed, during lunch, in the car, on the potty. It always makes me smile because usually she is the first one to say "I Love You Too!" And it is always so random! Well Miss Myra, " I Love You Too, Too!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-6700438099808972685?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6700438099808972685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=6700438099808972685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6700438099808972685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6700438099808972685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you-too.html' title='I Love You Too!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-5570291304400160363</id><published>2008-06-19T16:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:37:58.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME Sabrina Elizabeth Sacchini</title><content type='html'>So here is the post you have all been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful Sabrina Elizabeth joined our family on Thursday June 12th. For those who know, we were scheduled to have her delivered on Saturday June 14th, but Sabrina had her own birthday in mind. At 5am, Myra woke up and on my way out of bed my water broke. I was pretty bummed b/c my regular doctor was out of town, and I knew I would have to endure a c-section without her. Needless to say the surgery went pretty well despite lots of crazy drugs from anesthesia. Sabrina weighed 7 lbs 8 oz and was a leaping 18 inches long. She is healthy, beautiful, strong and such a good baby. I couldn't have asked for a greater miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra is a great big sister. She is obsessed with holding Sabrina all the time. She holds her hand when she cries and pats her head as gentle as a two year old can. We love having our sweet baby in our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our recovery has been a little more extended since I had some post surgical complications. To make a really long and traumatic story short- I ended up with serious life threatening hemorrhaging and lost over half my blood supply. I ended up getting a blood transfusion. And am still very anemic. We didn't take too many pics while in the hospital b/c of our situation, and plus I look like death waiting at the door. I am grateful for the promptness of my nurse and for the many prayers said on our behalf. We made it through another journey of childbirth and can now enjoy the sweetness of parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics we have taken through our wonderful welcoming of Sabrina: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrpXp5NNDI/AAAAAAAAASI/xDN2OT2HT_c/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrpXp5NNDI/AAAAAAAAASI/xDN2OT2HT_c/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213736111226827826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newest addition to our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs-xS7RGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s2uuFqyrMWg/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs-xS7RGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/s2uuFqyrMWg/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213740081763533922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at First Sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs_f10LLI/AAAAAAAAASY/DEq-7zuNYyY/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs_f10LLI/AAAAAAAAASY/DEq-7zuNYyY/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213740094257900722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new family of four! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs_gZB6BI/AAAAAAAAASg/QbiJnbhAN_M/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs_gZB6BI/AAAAAAAAASg/QbiJnbhAN_M/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213740094405601298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra the new big sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr1KLskl2I/AAAAAAAAATI/oyV8VgA7Np0/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr1KLskl2I/AAAAAAAAATI/oyV8VgA7Np0/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213749073922004834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Sacchini holding Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr1Kou1S1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DWG0npgFRWw/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr1Kou1S1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DWG0npgFRWw/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213749081716116306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Noble holding Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs_8RpgYI/AAAAAAAAASo/VjeQNTMnXs8/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrs_8RpgYI/AAAAAAAAASo/VjeQNTMnXs8/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213740101890834818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr1K5QAMpI/AAAAAAAAATY/hcqtBYkOiww/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr1K5QAMpI/AAAAAAAAATY/hcqtBYkOiww/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213749086150210194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFryjnfJVGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LiKd0eU6kLA/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFryjnfJVGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LiKd0eU6kLA/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213746212343731298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr615-vktI/AAAAAAAAATg/LvnLNTTKbbo/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFr615-vktI/AAAAAAAAATg/LvnLNTTKbbo/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213755322638766802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrykRznRsI/AAAAAAAAATA/TWE8HJJDRmY/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrykRznRsI/AAAAAAAAATA/TWE8HJJDRmY/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213746223703869122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra holding Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our family Sabrina! We love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-5570291304400160363?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5570291304400160363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=5570291304400160363' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/5570291304400160363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/5570291304400160363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-sabrina-elizabeth-sacchini.html' title='WELCOME Sabrina Elizabeth Sacchini'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SFrpXp5NNDI/AAAAAAAAASI/xDN2OT2HT_c/s72-c/IMG_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8732608390243915949</id><published>2008-06-03T20:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:54:26.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved and Waiting</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true, we are finally all moved into to our new house. Not exactly settled, but moved nonetheless. We like our new home, and Myra just loves our huge backyard. She goes outside everyday and our dog joins her for torment! Not long after we moved in, we ended up with several inches of snow- check it out- YUP! the end of May and we had snow! crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYLim3slPI/AAAAAAAAARo/_vRLa74Tflg/s1600-h/DSCN4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYLim3slPI/AAAAAAAAARo/_vRLa74Tflg/s320/DSCN4104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207862708278170866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently ventured down to Phoenix for an Army related conference. We stayed in a really nice resort and ended up being upgraded big time. Our room was half the size of our house. And of course we had a jacquzzi tub. Too bad I'm pregnant and unable to enjoy it's real fancy- somebody else got that luxury though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYMam3slQI/AAAAAAAAARw/AXVaO7kslKE/s1600-h/DSCN4109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYMam3slQI/AAAAAAAAARw/AXVaO7kslKE/s320/DSCN4109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207863670350845186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh because it took forever to fill up the tub past the water jets and when i turned it on, Myra got a little freaked out and wanted out. We stopped at the Anthem park on our way home and finally rode the train. Myra loved it. I must say for a cheesy kid ride, it actually wasn't too bad. It takes you around the park and through a tunnel. The ride was about 15 minutes long. I was quite impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYNs23slRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VlvNRa_leoM/s1600-h/DSCN4115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYNs23slRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VlvNRa_leoM/s320/DSCN4115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207865083395085586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all- there were no carneys!!!! I've always been a little freaked out by topless men in overalls with more tattoos than teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYOWm3slSI/AAAAAAAAASA/IJjjHzsOLeg/s1600-h/DSCN4118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYOWm3slSI/AAAAAAAAASA/IJjjHzsOLeg/s320/DSCN4118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207865800654624034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time but definitely had to stop and get ice cream on our way home. The heat about killed us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our out of town journeying has dissolved for now. At least until after our new addition comes. We are scheduled to have another cesarean next Sat June 14th. Yup!!! That's next week! I can hardly believe that the time is here. I forget what it's like to have a tiny newborn around. From the little tiny diapers, to the crusty umbilical cord falling off, all the snorts and sounds they make and the beautiful deep gaze they give you. I am excited to meet our new little girl. I wonder how she will be different and similar to Myra. I am so lucky to be able to bear the name of Mother to another beautiful child! WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-8732608390243915949?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8732608390243915949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8732608390243915949' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8732608390243915949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8732608390243915949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-and-waiting.html' title='Moved and Waiting'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SEYLim3slPI/AAAAAAAAARo/_vRLa74Tflg/s72-c/DSCN4104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-3962307999750701186</id><published>2008-04-29T17:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:31:53.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little House on Arden Lane</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm a bad blogger! I swore I would do much better about it and yet I proved otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest news is that our house is in escrow! That is correct- we sold our house in 64 days- in this horrible market even! Our official closing date is May 8th- which is next Thursday!!!!! We have been anxiously trying to decide where to live, if we should buy, etc etc. We found a quaint little house in town! While setting up our utilities, we realized, we haven't lived in the city of Flagstaff for 6 years. It will be rewarding to go to the grocery store in a jiffy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SBe9xko4laI/AAAAAAAAARg/MugHBf8TQbE/s1600-h/DSCN4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SBe9xko4laI/AAAAAAAAARg/MugHBf8TQbE/s320/DSCN4094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194829354541553058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we first put our house on the market, I was reading books about selling your home- one author warned not to become too sentimental with your home, because to the buyer it is just a house. Well, the sentimental moments are brewing right now. I'm kind of attached to this little townhome of ours. It is our first home we bought and this is where we had our first child. We have so many friends in this neighborhood and lots of memories. I got to have my "red kitchen" (yes our walls are red) and I did my own installation of shelving (while pregnant with Myra actually). This home has been so good to us- even when the mice would sneak into the garage during the winter. I wanted their necks snapped (morbid I know) but was too chicken to put the traps out and see the rigomortis of their tiny rodent bodies underneath. Kriss was entertained by my fear for harmless creatures! Our house is out of town and we have taken many walks down the dirt forest road. Our dishwasher bubbled over one time and I clogged the drain with mashed potatoes. There are many bonding memories of my dear sweet mother in law here. This is where she cooked her infamous Cincinatti chili. It was in this home that she started to feel ill and when she went home, began her hard battle with cancer. She liked my red kitchen! In fact I painted it the day she arrived.  I guess I fear I might lose some of those memories. Needless to say, our little home on Arden Lane will always be special to me. I think I should right a poem about it! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little more hormonal now, and I never get emotional during my pregnancies until the very end. It's right about this time that my tear ducts start to swell over ridiculous things- Cotton commercials for example- what the heck?- it's just an everyday fabric- but those commercials pierce my heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me as the time starts to fly by! I'll post again soon! In the meantime....I'm packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-3962307999750701186?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3962307999750701186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=3962307999750701186' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3962307999750701186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3962307999750701186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-house-on-arden-lane.html' title='Little House on Arden Lane'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/SBe9xko4laI/AAAAAAAAARg/MugHBf8TQbE/s72-c/DSCN4094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-3139869957137015803</id><published>2008-02-25T20:19:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:04:52.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing: A REAL POST</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I took about 3 months off of blogging. And for what you may ask? I'm not quite sure. We lost our camera for a month and I used that as my excuse, but the camera turned up on Friday, so here I am. We have actually quite a few changes. Let's start with the newest information first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Myra's #2 birthday!! I can hardly believe how much she has grown. Kriss and I are awesome parents and planned nothing!!!! We realized how pathetic this was and last minute we invited Myra's friends over. She loved it. She didn't quite know what to do with all her friends in HER house. Here are some pics of her party. Yes, I made that cake all by myself so watch out for the criticism! Kriss kept offering to buy one, I wonder why? Doesn't it look appetizing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OKOYjePJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rJS_mofyHvo/s1600-h/DSCN4024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OKOYjePJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rJS_mofyHvo/s320/DSCN4024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171128776865496210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Myra's face as we sing Happy Birthday! She loves being the center of attention! I was proud when she blew out both her candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OJ_4jePII/AAAAAAAAAQI/h14If_Q3INo/s1600-h/DSCN4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OJ_4jePII/AAAAAAAAAQI/h14If_Q3INo/s320/DSCN4028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171128527757393026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All her friends helped her open some generous gifts she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OKkojePKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-b8-L7oo0J0/s1600-h/DSCN4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OKkojePKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/-b8-L7oo0J0/s320/DSCN4037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171129159117585570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra was so overjoyed with all her friends. This is her good friend Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OLJIjePMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/potvODqBcO0/s1600-h/DSCN4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OLJIjePMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/potvODqBcO0/s320/DSCN4027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171129786182810818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra has brought so much joy into our lives. I am so grateful everyday (more days than others) that she came to our home. We truly are blessed with a beautiful and healthy daughter. I love her tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day, Kriss and I put our house up for sale! Isn't that romantic? Since we are expanding our family, we are really starting to outgrow our townhome. We love it here, and are not quite sure where we will go, but in the meantime, we wait eagerly as buyers come into our personal lives and tour our house. For anybody who has ever sold their house- what a pain in the rear! You have to pretend you live in perfection and keep everything in tip top shape. We have another showing tomorrow. I look forward to loading up Myra and our dog in the middle of the afternoon. Goooooo Napless Child!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OM-ojePQI/AAAAAAAAARI/US4T01Qbir4/s1600-h/for_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OM-ojePQI/AAAAAAAAARI/US4T01Qbir4/s320/for_sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171131804817440002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expanding our family? Yes, that's right! We are expecting baby #2 in June. And it's another girl! We are really excited, and Myra is enjoying flashing my belly to all those who ask about her baby. Here's a personal picture of my belly Kriss took today. I just popped overnight. Ta Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OLkYjePNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/p6cNnCuxz7E/s1600-h/DSCN4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OLkYjePNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/p6cNnCuxz7E/s320/DSCN4049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171130254334246098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, (yes, I never said anything about that holiday either) Kriss's dad came out to visit. It was so nice to have him here. The holidays were rough without Kriss's mom, but we stuck together. Myra became obsessed with her papa. She woke up everynight, several times, saying, "papa? Sleep?" She just wanted to play with him all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OMD4jePOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3WHwqLuhbco/s1600-h/DSCN3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OMD4jePOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3WHwqLuhbco/s320/DSCN3974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171130795500125410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Myra in her Christmas dress. Isn't she beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OMa4jePPI/AAAAAAAAARA/piw-z-coUiQ/s1600-h/DSCN4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OMa4jePPI/AAAAAAAAARA/piw-z-coUiQ/s320/DSCN4010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171131190637116658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really have been keeping busy the past few weeks. Other things that have come up...Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;-Kriss got his braces off! WaHoo! Has a clear retainer- Myra calls them his teeth. I have to laugh because it's like having dentures. Which by the way- freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;-We have a new niece that was born February 18- Priscilla Noble- haven't seen her yet, but the pics prove she's a cutie. &lt;br /&gt;-I got called back into YW- the Beehive counselor- eat your heart out 12-13 yr olds!&lt;br /&gt;-I treated our neighbor across the street to a $1057.69 Christmas gift. Yes, you read that right! I slowly backed into his illegally parked car and put a 2 inch dent into his front hood. We took care of it without involving insurance and guess what? 6weeks later, I find out he wrecked his car with a DUI!! Isn't that awesome?!&lt;br /&gt;-It has been snowing so much here this year. I am grateful for the precipitation, but I'm so ready for spring. Kriss and I said we'd go skiing this year, but haven't done that yet. Does shoveling daily count for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better end this post before it clogs up your database. I think it's the longest one yet. I'll do better about keeping it more up to date. ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-3139869957137015803?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3139869957137015803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=3139869957137015803' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3139869957137015803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3139869957137015803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/02/announcing-real-post.html' title='Announcing: A REAL POST'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R8OKOYjePJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rJS_mofyHvo/s72-c/DSCN4024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-1990947274148100191</id><published>2008-02-08T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T12:31:23.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>Okay! Let's admit it, you miss me and the blogging! You want me to come back don't you? ha ha Life has kept us busy and coming soon I will post, but until then, nurture the patience that I am extending to you!.... wwwoooohhhhhooooaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R6yt6A0sptI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uzehNo7EeKs/s1600-h/patience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R6yt6A0sptI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uzehNo7EeKs/s320/patience.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164694084852164306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-1990947274148100191?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1990947274148100191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=1990947274148100191' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1990947274148100191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1990947274148100191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R6yt6A0sptI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uzehNo7EeKs/s72-c/patience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-764945214196251598</id><published>2007-12-13T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:17:36.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it has been over a month since my last post! Holy Cow! Earlier this week we got 17 inches of snow! Myra was really curious about it, so I bundled her up and we ventured into our backyard. It was pouring snow and my camera was acting funny, but I did my best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H8fpSbKwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TRLE_llOcko/s1600-h/DSCN3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H8fpSbKwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TRLE_llOcko/s320/DSCN3945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143669870023092994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra kept hanging on the porch. I showed her how to make a snowball and then of course how to stick out your tongue and taste the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H8wJSbKxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aoIaTtGJ-4o/s1600-h/DSCN3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H8wJSbKxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aoIaTtGJ-4o/s320/DSCN3955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143670153490934546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and Myra loves her snow boots. She would not take them off for the next two hours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H855SbKyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/anWUosxSSs8/s1600-h/DSCN3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H855SbKyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/anWUosxSSs8/s320/DSCN3952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143670320994659106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Bowl opened today for all you skiers out there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-764945214196251598?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/764945214196251598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=764945214196251598' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/764945214196251598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/764945214196251598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H8fpSbKwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TRLE_llOcko/s72-c/DSCN3945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8653671270278136265</id><published>2007-12-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:17:13.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho! Ho! Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2IC3X4N6wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NrSuq41ghPk/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2IC3X4N6wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NrSuq41ghPk/s320/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143676874736397058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra met Santa last week at the mall. She has been very curious of him from a distance. She never did warm up to him. Santa tried so hard, he even got down in his arthritic body and sat on the floor to read her, "Twas the Night Before Christmas". But Myra still wasn't interested. Poor Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H-8pSbKzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KDPmvbWnra0/s1600-h/DSCN3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2H-8pSbKzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KDPmvbWnra0/s320/DSCN3942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143672567262554930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous helping the old man get off the floor. Forget the cookies- you'd better leave Icy Hot out for the jolly fellow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-8653671270278136265?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8653671270278136265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8653671270278136265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8653671270278136265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8653671270278136265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho! Ho! Ho!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/R2IC3X4N6wI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NrSuq41ghPk/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-2735338842525232440</id><published>2007-11-03T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:19:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really over?</title><content type='html'>This year for Halloween, we turned off all the lights, locked the doors and yelled at people to go away! ha ha just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Myra had her first taste of the Halloween spirit. She became fascinated with pumpkins and jack o lanterns. She helped me decorate the porch with falltime decor. The night finally came for her to put on her costume for real. She had worn it several times before and the wings were a little broken and dangly. The first house we went to she just stood there- wondering "what the heck are we doing here"? The second house she cried, we gave her a lollipop and by the time we got to the third house she was ready to knock and get candy. We only went to a few houses and visited some friends, then we went back to our house to hand out candy. She just loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzibrQTYxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/N7E8Lg2Q0y4/s1600-h/DSCN3928_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzibrQTYxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/N7E8Lg2Q0y4/s320/DSCN3928_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128723040763601682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriss and I had a great time talking about what a weird day this is: you tell your kids, don't go to strangers house, don't talk to strangers and don't take candy from strangers, and yet the whole night you walk down the street, knock on unfamiliar doors just to get candy from strangers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Ryzj07QTYyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fIrDO18l2I8/s1600-h/DSCN3930_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Ryzj07QTYyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fIrDO18l2I8/s320/DSCN3930_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128724574066926370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this costume and was so excited to show Myra's grandma. She spoiled Myra with ladybugs and I know she would have been proud to see her dressed up as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzlCLQTYzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/a26OytTMtYM/s1600-h/DSCN3932_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzlCLQTYzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/a26OytTMtYM/s320/DSCN3932_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128725901211820850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Kriss and I would have dressed up, but we didn't get into the Halloween spirit like we usually do. I guess we were kind of bah-humbugs this year. oh well, the candy is yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-2735338842525232440?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2735338842525232440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=2735338842525232440' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2735338842525232440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2735338842525232440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-really-over.html' title='Is it really over?'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzibrQTYxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/N7E8Lg2Q0y4/s72-c/DSCN3928_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-7179385830875136787</id><published>2007-11-03T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:55:20.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our State Trooper</title><content type='html'>After 9 long weeks Kriss finally completed his DPS training and is officially our state trooper! I am so proud of him and all his hard work and dedication. It is nice to have him home, although the bed is a little bit crowded with him in it!:) He'll still be out in the Williams district temporarily- so he will get to relive his deputy days! oh, the good ol folk of Ashfork!! I didn't get to see much of his graduation ceremony b/c Myra was napless, hungry and wired- but here are a few pictures afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzeYbQTYuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xN07eA3mSaw/s1600-h/DSCN3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzeYbQTYuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xN07eA3mSaw/s320/DSCN3917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128718586882515682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how none of us are looking at the camera! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzeqbQTYvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xfyJTBPUEsw/s1600-h/DSCN3923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzeqbQTYvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xfyJTBPUEsw/s320/DSCN3923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128718896120161010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, only 13 more years of law enforcement and he can retire!!! Woo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriss's dad flew in from Indiana to be there for the ceremony. He stayed with us a few days and Myra got hooked on her papa! Every morning she would run downstairs to greet him. It was sad b/c the morning he left she came downstairs looking for him and couldn't find him or his suitcase. "Bye Bye Papa" she said, and my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Ryzf-7QTYwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/665AABhrOrg/s1600-h/DSCN3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Ryzf-7QTYwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/665AABhrOrg/s320/DSCN3924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128720347819107074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-7179385830875136787?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7179385830875136787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=7179385830875136787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7179385830875136787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7179385830875136787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-state-trooper.html' title='Our State Trooper'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RyzeYbQTYuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xN07eA3mSaw/s72-c/DSCN3917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-6255815226525219350</id><published>2007-10-15T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:29:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockett Meadow</title><content type='html'>My favorite time of year is the fall time! I love to watch the leaves as they change color. I am a BIG nature dork and this would have to be my ultimate weakness. Being from Indiana Kriss constantly is reminding me of all the colors that take place with their lush vegetation. Here in Flagstaff, we enjoy the colors of the Aspens. On Saturday, Myra and I ventured out to Lockett Meadow. I have been dying to go this year, so I finally made my wish a reality. Myra loved the fun four wheel drive up the switchback mountain. She went nuts with all the leaves and trees. I really wanted to get some nice family photos, but since I'm a single mom right now (Kriss being out of town for 9 weeks) this is what I came up with. I used a classical over the counter camera. I took about a 100 pictures, and even messed with the timer. Let me tell you trying to grab your child in the forest, sit on a log and look decent within 10 seconds is really kind of psychotic. I must say though, the pics didn't turn out too bad. Since I have decision making problems here is a bunch of them to enjoy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWPmNf-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/D9qH2hUB8Z4/s1600-h/DSCN3846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWPmNf-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/D9qH2hUB8Z4/s320/DSCN3846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122158037825381362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWPz9f-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qvOgHS0x2N8/s1600-h/DSCN3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWPz9f-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qvOgHS0x2N8/s320/DSCN3840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122158274048582658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWdjdf-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3fQlVez9KhI/s1600-h/DSCN3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWdjdf-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3fQlVez9KhI/s320/DSCN3861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122173383743530226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWVC9f-ZFI/AAAAAAAAANI/1fWZf4r7VgI/s1600-h/DSCN3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWVC9f-ZFI/AAAAAAAAANI/1fWZf4r7VgI/s320/DSCN3844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122164029304759378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWTldf-ZEI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZHRJLfBDVFQ/s1600-h/DSCN3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWTldf-ZEI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZHRJLfBDVFQ/s320/DSCN3899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122162422986990658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWSl9f-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DU2QMvfPq1A/s1600-h/DSCN3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWSl9f-ZCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DU2QMvfPq1A/s320/DSCN3862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122161332065297442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWVuNf-ZGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7pvb_C14y6I/s1600-h/DSCN3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWVuNf-ZGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7pvb_C14y6I/s320/DSCN3866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122164772334101602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWaQtf-ZMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u15whov2CHg/s1600-h/DSCN3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWaQtf-ZMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u15whov2CHg/s320/DSCN3839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122169763086099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWW_tf-ZII/AAAAAAAAANc/Ln9H86FPJ_w/s1600-h/DSCN3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWW_tf-ZII/AAAAAAAAANc/Ln9H86FPJ_w/s320/DSCN3891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122166172493440130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWXtNf-ZJI/AAAAAAAAANk/vdoDUSyCkC0/s1600-h/DSCN3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWXtNf-ZJI/AAAAAAAAANk/vdoDUSyCkC0/s320/DSCN3842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122166954177488018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWb-df-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3Gd4eOeFI_0/s1600-h/DSCN3885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWb-df-ZNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3Gd4eOeFI_0/s320/DSCN3885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122171648576742610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWcvdf-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GY_USu2PGco/s1600-h/DSCN3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWcvdf-ZOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GY_USu2PGco/s320/DSCN3865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122172490390332642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-6255815226525219350?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6255815226525219350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=6255815226525219350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6255815226525219350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6255815226525219350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/lockett-meadow.html' title='Lockett Meadow'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RxWPmNf-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/D9qH2hUB8Z4/s72-c/DSCN3846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-1898663245922455872</id><published>2007-10-12T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:56:56.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Saves my Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Myra and I were checking out of our hotel in Phoenix (We went down for a quick shopping trip and to visit Kriss). Anyways, after packing up all our belongings, we journeyed to the parking lot. I loaded all our stuff in the back of the truck, put Myra in her carseat, cranked up the a/c looked at her with a smile and said, here we go! I threw our manual stick shift 1993 Toyota Truck in reverse and then came to a dead hault! Somebody decided to utilize the shade of a tree and parked illegally behind our truck. Naturally, I tried to inch my way around it, but I had two cars on either side of me and there was no way I could get out without taking somebody's car with me. I kept manuevering, but realized this was not going to work. Trying to fight all the words of profanity that seemed to naturally encircle this wonderful bonding experience with my one and a half year old, I got out of the car and went to the front desk. I asked if they had any record of ownership for any of the vehicles and I explained to her my situation. She roughly came out to the parking lot and said, "Oh!" I watched as her face snarled up as she thought what I had only thought moments prior. There were about 110 parking spaces and everybody was parked around me! She said, "Give me your keys, I think I can do it!" After making sure she knew how to drive stick shift, I reluctantly handed her my keys. She hoped in the truck and threw it in reverse. I tried guiding her and she was doing pretty well. I thought she almost had it, but I looked at the front of the truck and realized we were now pinned completely between two cars with only 2 inches to spare on either end. Okay, by this point, I was a little freaked out she was going to wreck our car. I didn't care about our truck, but the bright shiny GMC that was next to us didn't look like it had been driven any place else other than to the hotel! I looked to my left and realized that there were 4 housekeepers all watching this ridiculous scene. The lady gets out of the car and says, "Hang on". By now, I have come to the conclusion that I was spending the wonderful Phx shopping hours at the lobby of the hotel! Moments later, she returns to the truck with the maintenance worker Pedro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rw_Bp9f-Y2I/AAAAAAAAALY/FzjXmfH47oU/s1600-h/MEXICAN-BOY,-jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rw_Bp9f-Y2I/AAAAAAAAALY/FzjXmfH47oU/s320/MEXICAN-BOY,-jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120524227971015522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks fast Spanish to him, hands him the keys and he hops in the car. Without a blink, he goes to work. He pulls forward, then back then forward, each time pivoting the wheels and not hesitating in his manuevers. His oil stained hands reach behind the seat as he looks over his shoulder. My blood pressure is up and I am preparing to get the insurance card out when all of a sudden, he was out!!! He pulled the truck forward, slammed on the brakes, opened the door and took off. The small audience that had congregated started clapping and everybody cheered! It was like a scene from a Seinfield sitcom. Needless to say, if it weren't for Pedro and his manly driving capabilities, I would probably still be at the hotel enjoying the company of a bellboy in the lounge. Thanks Pedro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-1898663245922455872?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1898663245922455872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=1898663245922455872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1898663245922455872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1898663245922455872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/pedro-saves-my-day.html' title='Pedro Saves my Day'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rw_Bp9f-Y2I/AAAAAAAAALY/FzjXmfH47oU/s72-c/MEXICAN-BOY,-jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-5652215879492382720</id><published>2007-10-06T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T15:56:24.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmonica Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwgSEtf-Y1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/fbJ6tr7Kkyg/s1600-h/DSCN3824_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwgSEtf-Y1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/fbJ6tr7Kkyg/s320/DSCN3824_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118360848649053010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra found Kriss's old harmonica the other day and she loves it when we play it. Today, she finally did it right and was so proud of herself. I know she is going to be a musician. She has always been attracted to any kind of music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-5652215879492382720?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5652215879492382720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=5652215879492382720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/5652215879492382720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/5652215879492382720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/harmonica-girl.html' title='Harmonica Girl'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwgSEtf-Y1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/fbJ6tr7Kkyg/s72-c/DSCN3824_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-2507742748076486508</id><published>2007-10-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:28:27.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closet Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwL9uNf-YyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yhmSEmxVtKg/s1600-h/DSCN3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwL9uNf-YyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yhmSEmxVtKg/s320/DSCN3820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116931096985887522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Myra has really been into hiding in the closet lately. She loves to slide open the doors and goes into the closet and closes the door. She will be just content in there for a few minutes. She thinks it's funny to walk through one side and out the other. Usually she does this in our food pantry closet, but today, she did it in our bedroom closet. What am I going to do with this child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-2507742748076486508?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2507742748076486508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=2507742748076486508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2507742748076486508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2507742748076486508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/closet-phase.html' title='The Closet Phase'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwL9uNf-YyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yhmSEmxVtKg/s72-c/DSCN3820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-3330031519952185035</id><published>2007-10-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:29:40.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myra's new "bay-bee"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwG6T9f-YwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u5U7Q0RLQZ0/s1600-h/DSCN3785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwG6T9f-YwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u5U7Q0RLQZ0/s320/DSCN3785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116575503758549762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra has been so into pushing around her stroller, that we finally got one of her very own. She pushes her "bay-bee" around all over the house. She has taken off half our toes and our poor dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwG6fNf-YxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YRh3xIR_0o0/s1600-h/DSCN3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwG6fNf-YxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YRh3xIR_0o0/s320/DSCN3790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116575697032078098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what's a mom without a few wet kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-3330031519952185035?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3330031519952185035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=3330031519952185035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3330031519952185035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3330031519952185035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/myras-new-bay-bee.html' title='Myra&apos;s new &quot;bay-bee&quot;'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RwG6T9f-YwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u5U7Q0RLQZ0/s72-c/DSCN3785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8507950741688260199</id><published>2007-09-12T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:27:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>For Labor Day weekend we went back to Indiana to visit Kriss's family. The timing could not have been more perfect. Cynthia has been undergoing her chemo treatments and is pretty worn out. I'm so grateful we were able to spend time together as a family. Myra loved running around and getting into as much trouble as she could. Courtney took us out on the lake in her new boat. Myra wasn't so sure what to think at first, but once we got in the water she relaxed and had a good time. She wasn't too fond of her life jacket though. Everytime she tried to bend over, she would fall down. It would ride up on her cheeks and the poor thing couldn't move very well. My husband gets a D- for applying sunscreen to my back. We tried the spray-on sunscreen and let's just say, he neglected 75% of my shoulders. I have big white spots where the sunscreen hit. It looks like a bird pooped on my shoulder or something! Lovely! Auntie Barb and Uncle Bernie came down and Bernie was dancing up a storm on the boat. I had to laugh because he was doing some wild moves and had his hand in a splint the entire time! ha ha Cynthia let us go out on a spin in her new sports coupe. What a ride! I should have taken a picture of poor Bailey, the dog. Myra practically stalked him from room to room. Needless to say, we had a great time and and enjoyed everybody's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158276745928&amp;amp;site=widget-c8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158276745928&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p1/504403158276745928/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158276745928&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/p2/504403158276745928/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=504403158276745928&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c8.slide.com/m/504403158276745928/bb_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3640530108637860788-8507950741688260199?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8507950741688260199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8507950741688260199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8507950741688260199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8507950741688260199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-1044889012339987308</id><published>2007-08-29T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:36:06.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RtWPUcrjXnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9s_eOkagRJE/s1600-h/sleep+cycle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RtWPUcrjXnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9s_eOkagRJE/s320/sleep+cycle.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104143334153346674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a beautiful thing- and it is something that I miss. I am more of a night owl than I am an early riser. Which is funny to me, because I was always up early for my paper route growing up. Oh how those things change once the kids enter your home! They are ready to go at sunrise! I think I would be more rested if I went to bed earlier, but instead I take advantage of the quiet time, to do the many tasks I need to do. Last night I slept hard and soundly and then the phone rang!! It scared me to death. Ever have that feeling when you are startled in your sleep? It's enough to almost make you incontinent! I was looking at the sleep cycles and wonder how often I make it to my REM cycle. I have a good share of dreams, but not every night. Kriss likes to tease me, because if he tries to wake me or talk to me after I've been asleep for less than 2 hours, I sleep talk. I get very passionate about a particular topic and will ramble violently about it. My poor husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-1044889012339987308?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1044889012339987308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=1044889012339987308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1044889012339987308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1044889012339987308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzz!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RtWPUcrjXnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9s_eOkagRJE/s72-c/sleep+cycle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-6151403128041904613</id><published>2007-08-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:21:39.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158271512150&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=504403158271512150&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/504403158271512150/bb_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=504403158271512150&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/504403158271512150/bb_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;amp;id=504403158271512150&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/m/504403158271512150/bb_t015_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, we participated in the local "Climb to Conquer Cancer". This is a 7 mile walk up the San Francisco Peaks located in Flagstaff. We had already signed up and were looking forward to helping the American Cancer Society find a cure for cancer. One week before the climb, we got the news that Kriss's mother's cancer was back. We were devastated. We live in another state and have felt helpless in doing anything to help. The timing of the event was perfect. It allowed us to feel like we were doing something to help fight the battles that so many people fight while battling with cancer. We paced ourselves and were rewarded with a beautiful view of the wonderful world in which we live in. We dedicated this walk to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-6151403128041904613?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6151403128041904613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=6151403128041904613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6151403128041904613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6151403128041904613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-past-saturday-we-participated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4330618133114169387</id><published>2007-08-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:57:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undressed and Content</title><content type='html'>Today I took off Myra's PJs and went upstairs to get her some clean clothes. By the time I got back she had taken off her diaper and was enjoying the cool breeze while playing with her toys! She is really starting to enjoy the "being naked" phase. As soon as I undress her for a bath, she takes off running. She loves the freedom of no restrictions. I wish I had the guts to run around like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RsNJKAzh__I/AAAAAAAAAKI/APKnQReAv5w/s1600-h/DSCN3763_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RsNJKAzh__I/AAAAAAAAAKI/APKnQReAv5w/s320/DSCN3763_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098999639477190642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4330618133114169387?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4330618133114169387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4330618133114169387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4330618133114169387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4330618133114169387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/undressed-and-content.html' title='Undressed and Content'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RsNJKAzh__I/AAAAAAAAAKI/APKnQReAv5w/s72-c/DSCN3763_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4883319771261513926</id><published>2007-08-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:10:08.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to California</title><content type='html'>Kriss and I had big plans to go to Yellowstone this week. However, being the new guy on the job, he has no vacation time. Rather than let my vacation time go to waste, I decided to take a spontaneous trip to California to visit some family. So off the two of us girls went. It was a long drive but so worth it. We had a blast. Myra got to experience the beach firsthand.  After about 3 waves, she decided she was not impressed with the inconveniences of the ocean water! ha We played in the sand for a while and eventually got her closer to the shore. Finally she was willing to get into the water and when she did she loved it. We were only a few minutes away from the Museum of Making Music, so of course we ventured over there. I enjoyed looking at the various instruments from the 1890's. They even had a 1920 piano signed by Steinway himself! We took an afternoon to go watch the seals and saw a ton. Afterwards Kim and Victor took us to the San Diego Yacht Club. They gave me a tour of all the boats. I know nothing about them by the way, but I could see a pretty penny being spent when I oohed and aahed over a 3 million dollar boat! It was immaculately polished and shiny... and yes, sitting at the dock being unused! Next time I think we will have to go sailing! Too bad Kriss wasn't with us, he would have loved it! It was a long drive home- 8 hours, but Myra was so worn out, she slept for half the ride. I'm grateful we got home safe. We will definitely have to do this trip again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158269750704&amp;amp;site=widget-b0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=504403158269750704&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/504403158269750704/bb_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=504403158269750704&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/504403158269750704/bb_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;amp;id=504403158269750704&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/m/504403158269750704/bb_t021_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3640530108637860788-4883319771261513926?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4883319771261513926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4883319771261513926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4883319771261513926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4883319771261513926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/trip-to-california.html' title='Trip to California'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-1495285622226938085</id><published>2007-08-01T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:55:29.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Cookies</title><content type='html'>We have great friends in our lives.  I met Bethany about 2 1/2 years ago when we moved to Bellemont. They had just moved here too. She has two boys whom Myra adores. The three of them play together all the time and Myra loves them. We have another couple friend who have a little girl named Abby. Myra loves Abby because they can do girly things together. Last week, I had to smile when Bethany told me that Myra woke up from her nap and ran to Abby. They walked around the house holding hands. I am so grateful for the wonderful friends we have in our lives. I am glad Myra has good friends too. Here is a picture of her with her friends making cookies @ Bethany's house. They are from L to R: Ben, Sam, Myra and Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrD8E1PnV2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kLQxNDvjWd4/s1600-h/Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093848338498279266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrD8E1PnV2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kLQxNDvjWd4/s320/Cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on this link to watch the video of them making cookies. Myra wasn't sure how to react when the mixer went on, but she got right into the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/btskelton/?action=view&amp;current=4967c923.flv"&gt;http://s5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/btskelton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4967c923.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/btskelton/4967c923.flv"&gt;&gt;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid5.photobucket.com/albums/y184/btskelton/4967c923.flv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-1495285622226938085?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1495285622226938085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=1495285622226938085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1495285622226938085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1495285622226938085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/making-cookies.html' title='Making Cookies'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrD8E1PnV2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kLQxNDvjWd4/s72-c/Cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-3026501877134545114</id><published>2007-08-01T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:17:30.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Monkey</title><content type='html'>The other day, I came into our room and found Myra sitting in the chair typing on the computer! She loves the computer. She has locked it up a couple times and has changed some of our defaults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093840942564595522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrD1WVPnV0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qp7CI_mLbE8/s320/DSCN3703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra loves to climb. She climbs onto anything with leverage. She has learned that she can push her toys, or chairs to her interested destination. She uses this to assist her into getting into something fun. She can get onto the chair all by herself. How convenient! (sigh) She then stands up and is delighted that she has an additional 2 feet underneath her. Let me think of all the things I have caught her standing up on: the piano, the table, the desk, almost the entertainment center, Big Baskets, her dresser. Fortunately, we have been right there when she climbed to the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-3026501877134545114?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3026501877134545114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=3026501877134545114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3026501877134545114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3026501877134545114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/computer-monkey.html' title='Computer Monkey'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrD1WVPnV0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qp7CI_mLbE8/s72-c/DSCN3703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-835614928026592274</id><published>2007-08-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:01:58.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudgesicles!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093837064209127202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrDx0lPnVyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o9fezRdTHFw/s320/DSCN3685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I must confess, I have a fetish- FUDGESICLES! I love them! Cold, smoothy chocolate! Always taste good running down your throat. I had to share my indulgence so I gave Myra one the other night for dessert. I don't think she left any of it behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093838782196045618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrDzYlPnVzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/umq4LRpNohA/s320/DSCN3688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had me so entertained. When Myra eats she will usually take a bite and say, "Mmmmm". I think we must have tried to convince her about eating all her vegetables. Well, when her tastebuds got a hold of the fudgesicle, she kicked her legs, smiled and said, "MMMMMM!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-835614928026592274?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/835614928026592274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=835614928026592274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/835614928026592274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/835614928026592274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/fudgesicles.html' title='Fudgesicles!!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RrDx0lPnVyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/o9fezRdTHFw/s72-c/DSCN3685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-7760351516871280792</id><published>2007-07-30T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:55:10.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain then Lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rq5bLFPnVxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jm0TxXaMvLA/s1600-h/rain-drops-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093108474546968338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rq5bLFPnVxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jm0TxXaMvLA/s320/rain-drops-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love Arizona! If you are a true native you know about the monsoon season. Up here in Flagstaff, the rains hit every day almost like clock work about 2 pm. The past two weeks we have been getting lots of rain. We so desperately need the mositure for our forests, vegetation and wildlife. I remember as a kid, we used to play in the street gutters when the rain would collect. It was dirty water, but we didn't care. I've always enjoyed the rain- its tranquil sounds and its refreshing effects, but there is one aspect of a storm that has always had me a little bit anxious. That would be lightning. I've never liked it. Especially when you see the huge skyscraping bolts! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Sat evening I had my first close encounter with lightning. Kriss and I traded with another couple for a date. We had just gotten on the interstate and it was raining. We began discussing lightning stories. Kriss shared a story of a couple on a motorcycle who were struck by lightning. It traveled through the driver's right shoulder out the rider's right buttock and into the bike where it shorted the circuit. I commented on how horrible that would be. No more than 30 seconds later we saw a huge red/yellow/white ball of flame and heard a big boom. Lightning had struck a tree to our left. A semi truck swerved in our lane, and we went into the shoulder. A huge blast of wood/debris came flying into the interstate. It really freaked me out! We were probably only about 20 yards from where it hit! I have known a few people who have been hit by lightning, but that was enough for me. I love the rain, oh I love the rain, but I'd skip out on those lightning rods if I could!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-7760351516871280792?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7760351516871280792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=7760351516871280792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7760351516871280792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7760351516871280792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-rain-then-lightning.html' title='Rain Rain then Lightning'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rq5bLFPnVxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jm0TxXaMvLA/s72-c/rain-drops-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-1975132289683585996</id><published>2007-07-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:36:35.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble Family Campout</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had our first annual Noble Family Campout. Kriss and I hosted it this year and it will rotate each summer. We thought this would be a less stressful time to spend time with each other. During the holidays, it's always crazy trying to decide whose family we will spend it with, so we came up with the summer campout idea instead. Fortunately all but one brother and his family were able to make it. We had a great time both rain and shine! Myra LOVED every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=576460752306216159&amp;amp;site=widget-df.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=576460752306216159&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/576460752306216159/bb_t042_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=576460752306216159&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/576460752306216159/bb_t042_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=576460752306216159&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/m/576460752306216159/bb_t042_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3640530108637860788-1975132289683585996?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1975132289683585996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=1975132289683585996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1975132289683585996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/1975132289683585996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/07/noble-family-campout.html' title='Noble Family Campout'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-9185357322837806157</id><published>2007-07-26T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:07:47.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye CCSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091613684194039442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqkLq1PnVpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5mBPKYLnZEk/s320/DSCN3602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, after 9 1/2 years with the Coconino County Sheriff's Office, it's time to say goodbye. Kriss has recently transferred over to DPS and we are soooo excited about that. The application process has taken about 8 months and our entire lives have been dissected more. After physicals, polygraphs, meeting with a psychiatrist, oral boards, interviews  and a home visit from an investigative detective, we finally did it! Kriss's last day with the CCSO was Friday. He spent many many hours in this patrol car. I had to take a picture and add it to our albums. We developed lots of friends, training and entertaining stories with the Sheriff's Office. We will miss them greatly. We hope our time with DPS will be just as rewarding and exciting. I am so proud of my wonderful husband. He has always been a hard worker and it shows in every aspect of his life. He aims to excel with success. I am grateful for all the time, effort and sacrifices he makes for our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-9185357322837806157?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/9185357322837806157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=9185357322837806157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/9185357322837806157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/9185357322837806157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-ccso.html' title='Goodbye CCSO'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqkLq1PnVpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5mBPKYLnZEk/s72-c/DSCN3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-5707441761189047797</id><published>2007-07-20T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:59:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last</title><content type='html'>Kriss is home from his 2 week army training, and I am so glad. My MIL and my mom, both came and helped watch Myra while I was at work. They were both a HUGE help! Thanks guys! Myra had a good time getting more acquainted with her grandmas. Unfortunately, I didn't take any pcitures of Myra with her grandmas. How awful! These pics were taken by them. Here is a picture of her and her hat. This is the one thing she will allow on her head. Nothing else- no bows, barretts, pigtails or sunhats- only this. She loves it! Doesn't she look sassy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqECO53UyAI/AAAAAAAAADw/OelGv5p6orc/s1600-h/DSCN3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089351508979664898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqECO53UyAI/AAAAAAAAADw/OelGv5p6orc/s320/DSCN3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Myra loves the phone. She LOVED exploring Grandma Sacchini's cell phone. I'm sure she made a few prank calls! Sorry about that Cynthia! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqECsJ3UyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zf-9fpv6WPA/s1600-h/DSCN3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089352011490838546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqECsJ3UyBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zf-9fpv6WPA/s320/DSCN3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqED2p3UyCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v_BO0IR2F44/s1600-h/DSCN3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqEEvp3UyDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yQRy3UZsGXE/s1600-h/DSCN3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089354270643636274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqEEvp3UyDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yQRy3UZsGXE/s320/DSCN3596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kriss is notorious for being home later than predicted when it comes to his army training. So, to make things exciting, we made a little bet. We each picked a time we thought he would be home. If Kriss was home on time, I had to make him this delicious authentic italian pasta dinner that takes all day to make. If he was late, he had to clean all 3 bathrooms- toilets and showers included..... Well, guess who lost? ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-5707441761189047797?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5707441761189047797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=5707441761189047797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/5707441761189047797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/5707441761189047797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/07/kriss-is-home-from-his-2-week-army.html' title='Home at Last'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RqECO53UyAI/AAAAAAAAADw/OelGv5p6orc/s72-c/DSCN3585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-712131367088291545</id><published>2007-06-28T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:07:31.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQFuGWQikI/AAAAAAAAADg/SRRTJvGybW8/s1600-h/DSCN3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081192569116854850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQFuGWQikI/AAAAAAAAADg/SRRTJvGybW8/s320/DSCN3561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so two nights ago, I filled up Myra's bath with a ton of bubbles. No more than a few minutes later, she stood up and made a small grunting sound. Kerplunk! Kerplunk! Out came two poops! She hasn't done this since she was a newborn! Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081192264174176802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQFcWWQiiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zjdIT-Yt_-E/s320/DSCN3555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She thought it was funny to watch me scoop out the poop, drain the water and then refill the tub. That Little Stinker! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-712131367088291545?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/712131367088291545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=712131367088291545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/712131367088291545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/712131367088291545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQFuGWQikI/AAAAAAAAADg/SRRTJvGybW8/s72-c/DSCN3561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-675555171347286836</id><published>2007-06-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:10:57.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linen Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDp2WQigI/AAAAAAAAADA/AHaPukXBei4/s1600-h/DSCN3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081190297079155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDp2WQigI/AAAAAAAAADA/AHaPukXBei4/s320/DSCN3575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother in law arrived from Indiana last night. Yesterday, Myra was helping me get her linens ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDYWWQifI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AlfYCYrm-qE/s1600-h/DSCN3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081189996431444466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDYWWQifI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AlfYCYrm-qE/s320/DSCN3574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we spent 5 minutes getting them out, then about 20 minutes jumping all over them and dancing to the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDFmWQieI/AAAAAAAAACw/5y50ztEeS5k/s1600-h/DSCN3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081189674308897250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDFmWQieI/AAAAAAAAACw/5y50ztEeS5k/s320/DSCN3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myra has a lot of energy and I love playing with her. She loves music. She claps everytime the song is over! &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/3640530108637860788-675555171347286836?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/675555171347286836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=675555171347286836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/675555171347286836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/675555171347286836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/linen-time.html' title='Linen Time'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RoQDp2WQigI/AAAAAAAAADA/AHaPukXBei4/s72-c/DSCN3575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-410282341369648010</id><published>2007-06-24T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:23:50.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7SxNN9jQI/AAAAAAAAACg/MWUhIltXyQM/s1600-h/DSCN3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079729172524141826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7SxNN9jQI/AAAAAAAAACg/MWUhIltXyQM/s320/DSCN3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All this driving wore somebody out! Me Too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-410282341369648010?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/410282341369648010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=410282341369648010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/410282341369648010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/410282341369648010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7SxNN9jQI/AAAAAAAAACg/MWUhIltXyQM/s72-c/DSCN3548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-2786605713916875813</id><published>2007-06-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:27:18.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Tn9N9jRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7G604JuJ0w8/s1600-h/DSCN3547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079730113121979666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Tn9N9jRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7G604JuJ0w8/s320/DSCN3547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Sj9N9jPI/AAAAAAAAACY/fEq1PI50TXY/s1600-h/DSCN3547.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made a small stop in Taylor and put flowers on my grandpa’s grave. I remember as a girl coming with my grandma every Memorial day to do this. Grandma can’t make the trip anymore. So I thought it was time for some new flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-2786605713916875813?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2786605713916875813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=2786605713916875813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2786605713916875813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2786605713916875813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-made-small-stop-in-taylor-and-put.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Grave'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Tn9N9jRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7G604JuJ0w8/s72-c/DSCN3547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-3957576092346308210</id><published>2007-06-24T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:26:12.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7SUdN9jOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aFO8bgHt8tU/s1600-h/DSCN3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079728678602902754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7SUdN9jOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aFO8bgHt8tU/s320/DSCN3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, Myra and I drove to Snowflake for our ward temple trip. Kriss and I went last month so it was our turn to tend to the kids. We had a good time. Myra didn’t show too much jealousy when I tended to the 2 month old that was there. We drove by the temple and took a picture. Isn’t it beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-3957576092346308210?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3957576092346308210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=3957576092346308210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3957576092346308210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/3957576092346308210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-saturday-myra-and-i-drove-to.html' title='Snowflake Temple'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7SUdN9jOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aFO8bgHt8tU/s72-c/DSCN3550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8370535573216006794</id><published>2007-06-24T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:16:11.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Q6NN9jMI/AAAAAAAAACA/D-PaqLvsRsw/s1600-h/DSCN3545_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079727128119708866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Q6NN9jMI/AAAAAAAAACA/D-PaqLvsRsw/s400/DSCN3545_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the recruitment is starting a little too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-8370535573216006794?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8370535573216006794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8370535573216006794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8370535573216006794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8370535573216006794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/look-mom.html' title='Look Mom!'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7Q6NN9jMI/AAAAAAAAACA/D-PaqLvsRsw/s72-c/DSCN3545_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4319746642228802906</id><published>2007-06-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:15:01.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7QsNN9jLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P97GwajO4XI/s1600-h/DSCN3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079726887601540274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7QsNN9jLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P97GwajO4XI/s320/DSCN3542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myra was curious of the canteen. Hmmm… She is plotting her next trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4319746642228802906?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4319746642228802906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4319746642228802906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4319746642228802906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4319746642228802906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirsty.html' title='Thirsty?'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp1.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7QsNN9jLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P97GwajO4XI/s72-c/DSCN3542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-4005847769458077477</id><published>2007-06-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:14:02.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7QbdN9jKI/AAAAAAAAABw/4b87N1X84gM/s1600-h/DSCN3540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079726599838731426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7QbdN9jKI/AAAAAAAAABw/4b87N1X84gM/s320/DSCN3540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, We drove to Prescott to drop Kriss off  for his 2 week Annual Training with the Army. They are going to the desert in CA to simulate another Iraq. No running water or showers for 2 weeks! Here is a picture of our living room, slowly being overtaken by all the Army gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-4005847769458077477?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4005847769458077477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=4005847769458077477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4005847769458077477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/4005847769458077477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/army-training.html' title='Army Training'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/Rn7QbdN9jKI/AAAAAAAAABw/4b87N1X84gM/s72-c/DSCN3540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-2854860314580215762</id><published>2007-06-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:30:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Troll Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR5XdN9jII/AAAAAAAAABQ/no-tUP31TME/s1600-h/DSCN3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076816123840531586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR5XdN9jII/AAAAAAAAABQ/no-tUP31TME/s400/DSCN3345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We recently got back from Disney World for Courtney's wedding. We had a great time. Kriss and I went there for our honeymoon, 6 years ago, and we loved Epcot, especially Norway. We were excited to see the trolls once again. I think we got a little too involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-2854860314580215762?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2854860314580215762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=2854860314580215762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2854860314580215762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/2854860314580215762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/lil-troll-family.html' title='Lil Troll Family'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR5XdN9jII/AAAAAAAAABQ/no-tUP31TME/s72-c/DSCN3345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-851564784879615078</id><published>2007-06-16T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:58:34.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Myra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR44dN9jHI/AAAAAAAAABI/uERgBm8qJHc/s1600-h/DSCN3356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076815591264586866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR44dN9jHI/AAAAAAAAABI/uERgBm8qJHc/s400/DSCN3356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't Myra just the cutest thing? She has filled our lives with so much fun and happiness. The sunglasses were a fun accesory but only lasted long enough for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-851564784879615078?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/851564784879615078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=851564784879615078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/851564784879615078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/851564784879615078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/hollywood-myra.html' title='Hollywood Myra'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp0.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR44dN9jHI/AAAAAAAAABI/uERgBm8qJHc/s72-c/DSCN3356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-8381811149611748746</id><published>2007-06-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:56:31.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR4nNN9jGI/AAAAAAAAABA/xgGWnSFCGr8/s1600-h/DSCN3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076815294911843426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR4nNN9jGI/AAAAAAAAABA/xgGWnSFCGr8/s400/DSCN3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to look for Kriss and Myra before Courtney and Steve's wedding started. I came around the corner, and felt my heart go a-flutter. I was greeted by the warm view of my handsome husband holding hands to my beautiful daughter. The wind was blowing and they were both smiling. All I needed was a good song and it would have been a great movie clip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-8381811149611748746?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8381811149611748746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=8381811149611748746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8381811149611748746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/8381811149611748746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/melt-my-heart.html' title='Melt My Heart'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR4nNN9jGI/AAAAAAAAABA/xgGWnSFCGr8/s72-c/DSCN3415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-7328365247707977093</id><published>2007-06-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:55:14.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Disney Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR4TNN9jFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1kZdzHaYzH8/s1600-h/Disney07+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076814951314459730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR4TNN9jFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1kZdzHaYzH8/s400/Disney07+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new Courtney and Steve Lunsford were married on May 14, 2007. The ceremony was elegantly simple. Afterwards, they had a brief reception at the Grand Floridian Resort. There were a few special guests, besides the bride and groom- Mickey and Minne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-7328365247707977093?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7328365247707977093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=7328365247707977093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7328365247707977093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/7328365247707977093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/disney-wedding.html' title='A Disney Wedding'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR4TNN9jFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1kZdzHaYzH8/s72-c/Disney07+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640530108637860788.post-6782615101721431090</id><published>2007-06-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:53:42.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Girl Myra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR39NN9jEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kp1oTilrVxc/s1600-h/Wedding+0507+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076814573357337666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR39NN9jEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kp1oTilrVxc/s400/Wedding+0507+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myra was the flower girl for the wedding. We weren't sure if she would be able to walk down the aisle. When they opened the back doors to let her try, she was infactuated with the violinist. She started to dance and clap her hands. The violinist had to start walking down the aisle to get her to move. Finally, I called her name and she came running. I sprinkled some flowers down the aisle, as Myra carefully cleaned them up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3640530108637860788-6782615101721431090?l=squashgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6782615101721431090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3640530108637860788&amp;postID=6782615101721431090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6782615101721431090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3640530108637860788/posts/default/6782615101721431090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squashgarden.blogspot.com/2007/06/flower-girl-myra.html' title='Flower Girl Myra'/><author><name>Squashgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558587392757964143</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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUs7a07uv80/RnR39NN9jEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Kp1oTilrVxc/s72-c/Wedding+0507+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
