<?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-6149754251957020128</id><updated>2012-01-28T13:18:04.495-05:00</updated><category term='ww'/><title type='text'>The Goldie's</title><subtitle type='html'>B r a d ... B e k a h ... N i c k ... C h a s e</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-179833793621064296</id><published>2011-10-15T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:48:27.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby girl turned 11 months a few days ago. Lest I forget, I need to document some things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cora makes me laugh every day. She's silly and random and already likes to play games. The other day I noticed that she had taken a few pieces of paper out of the garbage, left them on the floor, and crawled away. When I went to go pick them up a few minutes later, she was back and putting them back into the garbage can. She's in to everything and is busy and always makes a mess -- but at least she likes to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;- She's not walking yet but is so close. She stands on her own for long peroids and walks along furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She still uses her feet to grab things, especially when she's laying on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She still eats baby food okay, but prefers real food. She loves our morning green smoothies and all fruits. She also loves noodles and yogurt. She's not too fond of veggies or bread or milk (which I know I'm not technically supposed to give her yet, but I cheat a little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cora loves LOVES her brothers. She smothers them with hugs and kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We'll get her stats next month, but the girl is big for her age (in true Goldie fashion). She's already in 18-24 month clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She babbles and baby talks all day long -- I'm pretty sure she says "da-da" and "book" in their correct context., maybe, sometimes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Her favorite game is to climb to the top of the stairs and yell for me to come and get her. She laughs and laughs and does it over and over. She also loves to play peek-a-boo and she loves books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSVNmcWx_gY/TppB6WojFNI/AAAAAAAAC60/czmg4T6i2iY/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSVNmcWx_gY/TppB6WojFNI/AAAAAAAAC60/czmg4T6i2iY/s640/DSC_0009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViKlSSRvHJk/TppB9hJ5oAI/AAAAAAAAC68/1w-wxmWw1WQ/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViKlSSRvHJk/TppB9hJ5oAI/AAAAAAAAC68/1w-wxmWw1WQ/s640/DSC_0005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In one of her many silly moods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZaLQd5ppfc/TppCJvqgo5I/AAAAAAAAC7E/8Gal1ThlHSk/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZaLQd5ppfc/TppCJvqgo5I/AAAAAAAAC7E/8Gal1ThlHSk/s640/DSC_0166.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HPi19tyzII/TppCb8dFuSI/AAAAAAAAC7M/lDSkppiOa4M/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HPi19tyzII/TppCb8dFuSI/AAAAAAAAC7M/lDSkppiOa4M/s640/DSC_0165.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_YtrWo_vGE/TppCnjRX4QI/AAAAAAAAC7U/a2FzXYF60m4/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_YtrWo_vGE/TppCnjRX4QI/AAAAAAAAC7U/a2FzXYF60m4/s640/DSC_0168.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Messes, messes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0gwn2IQYPYA/TppCunP86jI/AAAAAAAAC7c/IDdRMnSeVn4/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0gwn2IQYPYA/TppCunP86jI/AAAAAAAAC7c/IDdRMnSeVn4/s640/DSC_0001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GmmGSzUDT4M/TppCy9o7XJI/AAAAAAAAC7k/kBbexS4u-28/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GmmGSzUDT4M/TppCy9o7XJI/AAAAAAAAC7k/kBbexS4u-28/s640/DSC_0012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My garbage sacks have since found a new home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMAIu_Rllv0/TppC9eyZ4LI/AAAAAAAAC7s/4FAY699yGr4/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMAIu_Rllv0/TppC9eyZ4LI/AAAAAAAAC7s/4FAY699yGr4/s640/DSC_0141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAy0MgHxZIE/TppDIUX0rtI/AAAAAAAAC70/6NKXTGwtv0I/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kAy0MgHxZIE/TppDIUX0rtI/AAAAAAAAC70/6NKXTGwtv0I/s640/DSC_0160.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j24dfG2m57A/TppDL1aR_3I/AAAAAAAAC78/ae2Y2mbTj3E/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j24dfG2m57A/TppDL1aR_3I/AAAAAAAAC78/ae2Y2mbTj3E/s640/DSC_0066.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She loves to climb up onto the art table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8kLDYjVi_Y/TppDPt0yx1I/AAAAAAAAC8E/A8D1gx4L3yE/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8kLDYjVi_Y/TppDPt0yx1I/AAAAAAAAC8E/A8D1gx4L3yE/s640/DSC_0070.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Putting the wipies away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7zGvNkviBg/TppDUTw3E3I/AAAAAAAAC8M/iLzlayt6qHk/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7zGvNkviBg/TppDUTw3E3I/AAAAAAAAC8M/iLzlayt6qHk/s640/DSC_0071.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My big 11 month old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFi8J9u3djo/TppDXGxm1CI/AAAAAAAAC8U/D0IEA-X0zRA/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFi8J9u3djo/TppDXGxm1CI/AAAAAAAAC8U/D0IEA-X0zRA/s640/DSC_0074.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-179833793621064296?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/179833793621064296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=179833793621064296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/179833793621064296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/179833793621064296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/11-months.html' title='11 months...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tSVNmcWx_gY/TppB6WojFNI/AAAAAAAAC60/czmg4T6i2iY/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-3145078579736492635</id><published>2011-10-06T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:42:26.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...S...I...X....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8QmUkjaFOU/To5geHVGz_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/YQeVSnGDU5A/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8QmUkjaFOU/To5geHVGz_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/YQeVSnGDU5A/s640/DSC_0040.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My biggest boy, my first born, my little helper, my dude with a 'tude had a birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 'tude I'm talking about--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxH09CWOLAE/To5gg6mo4EI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ed8I86iViqM/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxH09CWOLAE/To5gg6mo4EI/AAAAAAAAC4c/ed8I86iViqM/s640/DSC_0015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wish this wasn't blurry -- anyone want to teach me how to use my camera? Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBb_sPjC8oQ/To5gjfoEUqI/AAAAAAAAC4g/oqE4P_M7x2o/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBb_sPjC8oQ/To5gjfoEUqI/AAAAAAAAC4g/oqE4P_M7x2o/s640/DSC_0016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs4KpKWNmkw/To5gmR5qsqI/AAAAAAAAC4k/IRFrotj5zxc/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fs4KpKWNmkw/To5gmR5qsqI/AAAAAAAAC4k/IRFrotj5zxc/s640/DSC_0017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is his first birthday where he's had to go to school. He didn't seem to mind but I was totally bummed. I like it when the whole day is dedicated to the birthday person. As it was, I made him pancakes for breakfast, ate lunch with him at school,&amp;nbsp;took him to pick a book after school, watched him open presents,&amp;nbsp;fed him his favorite dinner and dessert, took him to swimming lessons, and forced him to bed. I did let him have the day off of piano and chores, though. And we'll celebrate a bit more this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UlYX3OXKTw/To5gqe9cYNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/bKvrnOzlANw/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UlYX3OXKTw/To5gqe9cYNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/bKvrnOzlANw/s640/DSC_0030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick loves games. We have family game night every Sunday evening and he LOVES it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGlHh43X8qc/To5g2EMIPpI/AAAAAAAAC4s/nc0ZOdTz53s/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xGlHh43X8qc/To5g2EMIPpI/AAAAAAAAC4s/nc0ZOdTz53s/s640/DSC_0031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sporting the birthday crown he got at school (and apparantly I let my kids sit on the table when it's their birthday)---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39WBTQvRJqY/To5g9jRL00I/AAAAAAAAC4w/ZpWRvc2znr4/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39WBTQvRJqY/To5g9jRL00I/AAAAAAAAC4w/ZpWRvc2znr4/s640/DSC_0032.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4oqMbVRBW0/To5hhw2UIsI/AAAAAAAAC44/-UoCgq4jgFw/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4oqMbVRBW0/To5hhw2UIsI/AAAAAAAAC44/-UoCgq4jgFw/s640/DSC_0035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boy loves legos! But his favorite present was the huge crane my mom gave him. And of course I don't have a picture of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40LyvmlyjKk/To5hy430N9I/AAAAAAAAC5A/snuzVuLNnNU/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40LyvmlyjKk/To5hy430N9I/AAAAAAAAC5A/snuzVuLNnNU/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are some random photos of him from the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much coaxing, he finally talked me into letting him get a buzz cut this summer. Nick loves to be outside, no matter the weather. I finally gave in after watching him sweat buckets in the heat over the summer. I didn't let him keep it but it might be a new summer tradition. I said &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1CSGCcHWfw/To5iBQJ2Y8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/H-G0fqYqsrM/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1CSGCcHWfw/To5iBQJ2Y8I/AAAAAAAAC5E/H-G0fqYqsrM/s640/DSC_0008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick learned how to swim over the&amp;nbsp;summer and now he's taking lessons to learn the strokes. He loves any physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcIKvD92vQ/To5iXQWNcbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/RtgqksMtxFQ/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcIKvD92vQ/To5iXQWNcbI/AAAAAAAAC5I/RtgqksMtxFQ/s640/DSC_0137.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8gRFT-ThXA/To5jTbaG6II/AAAAAAAAC5M/gKiW-09UScA/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8gRFT-ThXA/To5jTbaG6II/AAAAAAAAC5M/gKiW-09UScA/s640/DSC_0122.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First jump off of a diving board (this was a huge deal for him. I may&amp;nbsp;have mentioned a time or two or four hundred how he's scared of everything and everyone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyd26jks0ks/To5jkCxGAqI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/RDpyEzdf1BU/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyd26jks0ks/To5jkCxGAqI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/RDpyEzdf1BU/s640/DSC_0156.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JtfiQ0nQhM/To5jwD1Bi6I/AAAAAAAAC5U/mB2u5_7p-VY/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JtfiQ0nQhM/To5jwD1Bi6I/AAAAAAAAC5U/mB2u5_7p-VY/s640/DSC_0208.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A rare moment of happiness between the two boys. Someday I hope they like each other for more than 5 minutes a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YESWEh3xciU/To5j9eDO3qI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/XaazWuheRhI/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YESWEh3xciU/To5j9eDO3qI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/XaazWuheRhI/s640/DSC_0258.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick has fallen in love with baseball over this past year. We went to a Bee's game while in Utah over the summer and he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShzXmW2jjyo/To5kIPVlK0I/AAAAAAAAC5c/1pJSAQdbxGQ/s1600/DSC_0284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShzXmW2jjyo/To5kIPVlK0I/AAAAAAAAC5c/1pJSAQdbxGQ/s640/DSC_0284.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick's very into science right now and loves discovering new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ahN-VSVwrI/To5kPjOJB0I/AAAAAAAAC5g/EywIzIMzOcU/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ahN-VSVwrI/To5kPjOJB0I/AAAAAAAAC5g/EywIzIMzOcU/s640/DSC_0033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He loves cotton candy but seems to be sensitive to sugar and gets a stomach ache if he&amp;nbsp;has more than a few bites of something sweet. This is just fine with me and I'm glad he recognizes this and listens to his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5bBpQSFpyg/To5kayQhG9I/AAAAAAAAC5k/5ZbmKVpVltI/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5bBpQSFpyg/To5kayQhG9I/AAAAAAAAC5k/5ZbmKVpVltI/s640/DSC_0095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's been a big year for Nick. Last night when I was decorating the house for his birthday I made a list of everything that's happened since he turned 5--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Right after his 5th birthday he learned how to ride his bike sans training wheels. He LOVES to ride his bike and does so daily. I think it's given his a sense of freedom. The older and more independent Nick gets, the happier (and easier) he is (good for both of us!).&lt;br /&gt;* Nick became a big brother again with the birth of Cora, and he's been such a sweet and attentive brother. Cora loves him and he adores her. He's such a great help to me!&lt;br /&gt;* Nick started piano lessons and has progressed really well. I have to admit that I get so proud when I see him excel at this, but I'm trying not to be "psycho-music-mom".&amp;nbsp;I'm really glad he likes it (most days).&lt;br /&gt;* I also started teaching Nick to read using &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0671631985/ref=asc_df_06716319851731691?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;tag=hyprod-20&amp;amp;linkCode=asn&amp;amp;creative=395093&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0671631985"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; and he's doing great!&lt;br /&gt;* Nick has lost 2 teeth and has 2 more that are loose!&lt;br /&gt;* He's made some huge strides as far as his shyness is concerned. He really enjoys school and his swimming and piano lessons; he even sang and said his part in the primary program this year --&amp;nbsp;things that I had wondered in the past if I would ever be able to get him to participate in. &lt;br /&gt;* Between the bike, the piano, and the teeth, I feel like we're really out of "little boy" phase and into &lt;br /&gt;"kid" phase. Nick tries really hard to make good choices and do what's asked and expected of him. He has a very strong conscience and wants to please others (except for maybe at bedtime). He's still intense in every way and is learning how to deal with his very strong feelings. I love this boy and am so glad he's mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B53FUBW9aU4/To5nVbGp-1I/AAAAAAAAC5o/3ZgbD9U_apk/s1600/Nick+and+Mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B53FUBW9aU4/To5nVbGp-1I/AAAAAAAAC5o/3ZgbD9U_apk/s640/Nick+and+Mom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 6th Birthday, Nick!! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{photo, of course, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kdphotography.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-3145078579736492635?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3145078579736492635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=3145078579736492635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3145078579736492635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3145078579736492635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/six.html' title='...S...I...X....'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8QmUkjaFOU/To5geHVGz_I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/YQeVSnGDU5A/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-316050694552799926</id><published>2011-09-14T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:07:41.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone turned THIRTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that if I had ever asked Brad if he would like a surprise party, the answer would have been "heck no!" So I never asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You only turn 30 once, right? And when I asked him what he wanted, the only reply I got was "I want to watch the Penn State football game and the BYU football game." But that was clearly not enough&amp;nbsp; for such a milestone. I know he wants an ipad, but that was clearly not an option either. So a surprise party is what he got! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't believe I pulled it off. It took two weeks of secret planning and lots of help from friends. Here's how it went down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told Brad that we had to go to Max's birthday party on Friday night (Max is our best friends son). 2 hours before the party was to start, I dropped Nick at piano lessons and ran over to the park to set up. Much to my dismay, the park (which I didn't reserve&amp;nbsp;because I'm cheap) was reserved and chock full of people! So I frantically called three of my best friends who then called and texted all the guests while I ran to another park which was, luckily, open. I hurriedly set up and ran home to pick everyone up. Brad's parents and sister and brother-in-law were in town and when I walked in the house his mom told me that Brad had just been called into work! His advisor wanted to go over his dissertation before a deadline he had coming up a few days later. Slight panic (again) on my part. Luckily he wasn't gone for too long and we were only about 25 minutes late to the party. When he saw the banner&amp;nbsp;and all of our friends cheering for him underneath and realized what I had done and what was going on he just gave me a weird look. Let's just say there were no "that was such a thoughtful thing to do, thank you so much" kind of comments happening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am horrible at socializing and taking pictures simultaneously so I didn't get any great ones. I did take a few with my not-so-great camera after I set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mind the unsightly duct tape-- this onning was covered with&amp;nbsp; moss and this was only way I could get the banner to stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzVuBZImAA/TnC2x_LQdnI/AAAAAAAAC3c/Q7ln1qFI--w/s1600/IMG_1813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzVuBZImAA/TnC2x_LQdnI/AAAAAAAAC3c/Q7ln1qFI--w/s640/IMG_1813.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I set up a little collage of photos highlighting some special moments and people&amp;nbsp;from Brad's thirty years of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaTeXj1GGhw/TnC20kVCUZI/AAAAAAAAC3g/poqSSl_-Hbs/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaTeXj1GGhw/TnC20kVCUZI/AAAAAAAAC3g/poqSSl_-Hbs/s640/IMG_1817.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FaDYML4NpQ/TnC23am1ofI/AAAAAAAAC3k/fWeRWOdXwVU/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FaDYML4NpQ/TnC23am1ofI/AAAAAAAAC3k/fWeRWOdXwVU/s640/IMG_1818.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qc6HoO7pp7Q/TnC266Bg24I/AAAAAAAAC3o/gA92qGD3Psc/s1600/IMG_1819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qc6HoO7pp7Q/TnC266Bg24I/AAAAAAAAC3o/gA92qGD3Psc/s640/IMG_1819.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh6sFqBeoSU/TnC29LSOUaI/AAAAAAAAC3s/DvQ3JTQQCTs/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh6sFqBeoSU/TnC29LSOUaI/AAAAAAAAC3s/DvQ3JTQQCTs/s640/IMG_1820.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were so blessed to have Brad's family here and to have 60+ guests at the party. I snatched a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqb1PovTURo/TnC3HV33e_I/AAAAAAAAC3w/-dvN7ibdL4c/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nqb1PovTURo/TnC3HV33e_I/AAAAAAAAC3w/-dvN7ibdL4c/s640/DSC_0111.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo-NlmgVll8/TnC3SMJyEmI/AAAAAAAAC30/VQu9pfbSY7s/s1600/DSC_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo-NlmgVll8/TnC3SMJyEmI/AAAAAAAAC30/VQu9pfbSY7s/s640/DSC_0112.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylk7n8h08Y4/TnC3cmDKTaI/AAAAAAAAC34/1fNHxZEwUQc/s1600/DSC_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylk7n8h08Y4/TnC3cmDKTaI/AAAAAAAAC34/1fNHxZEwUQc/s640/DSC_0113.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPpfw7oZwkM/TnC3nZqIH1I/AAAAAAAAC38/ZrpXczzHL7I/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPpfw7oZwkM/TnC3nZqIH1I/AAAAAAAAC38/ZrpXczzHL7I/s640/DSC_0114.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvnZnWLRRtg/TnC38kE1YhI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2g8zaWuSj3A/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvnZnWLRRtg/TnC38kE1YhI/AAAAAAAAC4E/2g8zaWuSj3A/s640/DSC_0115.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The inevitable man circle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyW_GAUn0uA/TnC4Hfvo9kI/AAAAAAAAC4I/Yp12gg_9PEk/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyW_GAUn0uA/TnC4Hfvo9kI/AAAAAAAAC4I/Yp12gg_9PEk/s640/DSC_0116.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is our favorite park that we'll miss sorely when it comes time to move. There's this great creek, a sand area, and a fun playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdE_9whVnrI/TnC4RhQdjqI/AAAAAAAAC4M/82fB2-jfg8g/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdE_9whVnrI/TnC4RhQdjqI/AAAAAAAAC4M/82fB2-jfg8g/s640/DSC_0118.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mal (Brad's sister) just got married this last spring. It was fun to be around newly weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cucikM8x6Wg/TnC4cDzUVKI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Mwz6hPKvFhg/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cucikM8x6Wg/TnC4cDzUVKI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Mwz6hPKvFhg/s640/DSC_0119.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's my 30 year old husband! I had to take this photo for his resume. I really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNUUHbXVVfo/TnC4wTbk3wI/AAAAAAAAC4U/g3ARYHun4L4/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="620" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNUUHbXVVfo/TnC4wTbk3wI/AAAAAAAAC4U/g3ARYHun4L4/s640/DSC_0131.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are 30 fun facts about Brad:&lt;br /&gt;1- He says "ruh-roh". Instead of uh-oh. Yes you read that right. I am married to Scooby Doo.&lt;br /&gt;2- He played football and basketball in high school. He also ran on the cross country team.&lt;br /&gt;3- He loves BYU&lt;br /&gt;4- He loves OHIO and anything to do with Ohio. He was a big Ohio State fan until going to Penn State (huge rivals). But he loves the Reds.&lt;br /&gt;5- He never loses anthing. And when I lose things (fairly often) he can't do or concentrate on anything else until it's found.&lt;br /&gt;6- He's really good at finding things ;)&lt;br /&gt;7- He loves his mother (rightfully so).&lt;br /&gt;8- He is a good brother to this 3 sisters and talks to them regularly&lt;br /&gt;9- He's a little OCD about his wallet and his keys. He checks his pockets and/or bag 4 times before leaving the house to make sure they're there.&lt;br /&gt;10- He owns 11 calculators&lt;br /&gt;11- He can solve just about any math equation in his head&lt;br /&gt;12- He loves numbers&lt;br /&gt;13- He loves games&lt;br /&gt;14- He wins at games about 98% of the time, no matter what game he's playing &lt;br /&gt;15- He has pretty good taste in music, &lt;em&gt;except for Kenny G and Elton John. &lt;/em&gt;He makes up silly songs and does silly dances all the time. &lt;br /&gt;16- He played the trumpet&lt;br /&gt;17- He's been in two musicals, &lt;em&gt;The Fiddler on the Roof&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Little Shop of Horrors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- He's a home body -- he might not ever leave the house (other than school and church) if it weren't for me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;19- His calling in our ward is to teach early morning seminary and he loves it&lt;br /&gt;20- He loves sports&lt;br /&gt;21- He loves politics and really enjoys bantering with people that have different view points as long as he feels like they know what they're talking about&lt;br /&gt;22- He likes to read; classic novels and finance/economic books are usually what I see on his night stand &lt;br /&gt;23- He likes TV and movies but is pretty picky about what he watches as far as inappropriate content is concerned (and I love this about him). He watches and enjoys girly movies with me, including the long version of Pride and Prejudice, Cranford, Wives and Daughters, and North and South, ect.&lt;br /&gt;24- He coughs every time he sticks q-tips in his ears&lt;br /&gt;25- He speaks Portugese in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;26- He is hilariously and deliriously out of it when he is awakened in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;27- He is a thoughtful husband; he often asks me what he can do for me and what he can do to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;28- He is a wonderful and attentive father and takes his role as father&amp;nbsp;very seriously. He&amp;nbsp;often&amp;nbsp;talks about what kind of relationship he hopes to have with his kids as they grow and how he can help them accomplish their goals and be their best. All 3 kids adore him.&lt;br /&gt;29- He would choose salty over sweet any day. He loves cheeze-its and pasta and chips with dip and bread and if he has to choose a dessert he'll choose no bake cookies or plain cheesecake with strawberry sauce. &lt;br /&gt;30- When we were dating and he wanted to tell me he loved me for the first time, he chickened out and said "I more than like you." I still occastionally mock him about this, but I really think it's kind of sweet considering I am the only girl he's ever said that to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 30th Birthday to my wonderful husband! Here's to 30 more and beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-316050694552799926?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/316050694552799926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=316050694552799926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/316050694552799926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/316050694552799926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/someone-turned-thirty.html' title='Someone turned THIRTY'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzVuBZImAA/TnC2x_LQdnI/AAAAAAAAC3c/Q7ln1qFI--w/s72-c/IMG_1813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-3057375825805105680</id><published>2011-08-31T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:02:05.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning started out like any other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A work out, a shower, breakfast, getting myself and the kids ready, ect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But then something out-of-the-ordinary happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A bus came, and took my oldest baby away to kindergarten for 6.5 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGU18mXWDY/Tl7n5txQkOI/AAAAAAAAC2U/apUqa8Vh3Wo/s1600/DSC_0148%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGU18mXWDY/Tl7n5txQkOI/AAAAAAAAC2U/apUqa8Vh3Wo/s640/DSC_0148%255B1%255D" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And just like that, my life as I have known it for the last 5 years and 11 months, has been changed forever...&lt;/div&gt;I turned my baby over to the public school system...&lt;br /&gt;He is now spending the majority of his wakeful hours with people I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Does this seem ludicrous to anyone else? I've spent his whole life controlling his environment -- what he was doing, what he ate, who he spent time with, what was being put into his sponge-like, beautiful head, ect. And now I'm expected to send him somewhere where anything can happen and be okay with it?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If you can't tell, this whole kindergarten thing has been hard on me. I've looked endlessly into the local charter and private schools, debated the pros and cons of homeschool, and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;But in the end, public school (and Brad) won. Because if I'm being honest with myself, I have to admit that his teacher is awesome. That there are only 17 kids in his class, plus a full time para-educator (basically a trained teachers helper). And that the public school system here is incredible and out-ranks all the private and charter schools. So I'm choosing to have faith instead of fear. And despite my all-out sob session this morning, I'm actually feeling surprisingly peaceful about the whole thing. Now time to document:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was orientation, where we went to school with Nick for an hour and a half. Nick was in true "Nick-form" and was incredibly shy and uncooperative. His teacher had a little scavenger hunt for the kids to do with their parents to get to know the room and the morning routine. Nick wanted Brad by his side the whole time, even when the instructions were to sit on the rug and read a book while the other kids finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2YXM8mQom0/Tl7oS-FMm8I/AAAAAAAAC2c/M44sGefwqgg/s1600/DSC_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2YXM8mQom0/Tl7oS-FMm8I/AAAAAAAAC2c/M44sGefwqgg/s640/DSC_0113.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nH9DoRlYY0/Tl7ok2bRE4I/AAAAAAAAC2g/ZMN8AmK8A6E/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nH9DoRlYY0/Tl7ok2bRE4I/AAAAAAAAC2g/ZMN8AmK8A6E/s640/DSC_0115.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9S3-gYRfzU/Tl7ovlJ_vRI/AAAAAAAAC2k/z4DQ4MNC9Z8/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9S3-gYRfzU/Tl7ovlJ_vRI/AAAAAAAAC2k/z4DQ4MNC9Z8/s640/DSC_0116.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But when the teacher called the kids over for a story, Nick perked up a bit and listened attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYnnqwbqk80/Tl7o6Z7EwFI/AAAAAAAAC2o/fj8RHmuvD28/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYnnqwbqk80/Tl7o6Z7EwFI/AAAAAAAAC2o/fj8RHmuvD28/s640/DSC_0118.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And when she told them to line up so they could go play on the playground with the para while she talked to the parents, he willingly obliged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75v6ISQQi2A/Tl7pF5xppDI/AAAAAAAAC2s/ZGKaG6c_g6E/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75v6ISQQi2A/Tl7pF5xppDI/AAAAAAAAC2s/ZGKaG6c_g6E/s640/DSC_0119.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And after the meeting when we went to get him from the playground, he was a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5ZkO1gKsPU/Tl7pQeyopLI/AAAAAAAAC2w/XlFTnOH4JQk/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5ZkO1gKsPU/Tl7pQeyopLI/AAAAAAAAC2w/XlFTnOH4JQk/s640/DSC_0120.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfUyAsl--Ac/Tl7nTAEcOFI/AAAAAAAAC2I/D91K5ElpY7M/s1600/DSC_0121%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfUyAsl--Ac/Tl7nTAEcOFI/AAAAAAAAC2I/D91K5ElpY7M/s640/DSC_0121%255B1%255D" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This morning it was time for him to ride the bus and spend the whole day at school sans parents. He was "a little bit nervous, but mostly excited." Here he is drinking his first-day-of-school-smoothie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwkIZojGAME/Tl7pb4gpOEI/AAAAAAAAC20/e9WIbchJ_WI/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwkIZojGAME/Tl7pb4gpOEI/AAAAAAAAC20/e9WIbchJ_WI/s640/DSC_0141.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walking to the bus stop, a few doors down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RE4ovHfL-Es/Tl7pnSiV3HI/AAAAAAAAC24/ztUQW8AzecU/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RE4ovHfL-Es/Tl7pnSiV3HI/AAAAAAAAC24/ztUQW8AzecU/s640/DSC_0142.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Standing in line, waiting, waiting, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHg0VcJ-mbo/Tl7py4-ZS2I/AAAAAAAAC28/HK86Bg6C6qg/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHg0VcJ-mbo/Tl7py4-ZS2I/AAAAAAAAC28/HK86Bg6C6qg/s640/DSC_0143.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on his green jacket just in time for the bus to come -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gruOqGhBNaQ/Tl7nsghqlDI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zx97WNmeet0/s1600/DSC_0144%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gruOqGhBNaQ/Tl7nsghqlDI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zx97WNmeet0/s640/DSC_0144%255B1%255D" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZppSFhMET58/Tl7p-pBghXI/AAAAAAAAC3A/rz7N9c1Eymw/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZppSFhMET58/Tl7p-pBghXI/AAAAAAAAC3A/rz7N9c1Eymw/s640/DSC_0145.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB-sKd0fhb8/Tl7nxdB9jQI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/E3eDSyvFpqQ/s1600/DSC_0146%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oB-sKd0fhb8/Tl7nxdB9jQI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/E3eDSyvFpqQ/s640/DSC_0146%255B1%255D" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGU18mXWDY/Tl7n5txQkOI/AAAAAAAAC2U/apUqa8Vh3Wo/s1600/DSC_0148%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGU18mXWDY/Tl7n5txQkOI/AAAAAAAAC2U/apUqa8Vh3Wo/s640/DSC_0148%255B1%255D" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a long day. Luckily, I have wonderful friends who spent the day with me. Even still, I don't think a minute went by where I didn't think of my boy. 3:04pm couldn't come quickly enough. And this view was a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; welcome site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flCEEtpUTX8/Tl7qInjW2sI/AAAAAAAAC3E/9cnDFRmZsRA/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flCEEtpUTX8/Tl7qInjW2sI/AAAAAAAAC3E/9cnDFRmZsRA/s640/DSC_0149.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOg6Rysy-Jw/Tl7n-VnkiKI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/-kSBz5UqrwI/s1600/DSC_0150%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOg6Rysy-Jw/Tl7n-VnkiKI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/-kSBz5UqrwI/s640/DSC_0150%255B1%255D" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He gave me a huge hug and then turned to his siblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwCJWcSefdo/Tl7qb20RmmI/AAAAAAAAC3M/JHCn0E12ZLI/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwCJWcSefdo/Tl7qb20RmmI/AAAAAAAAC3M/JHCn0E12ZLI/s640/DSC_0151.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZChi3gaEedE/Tl7qm6OL_TI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/d9eQWwAbF5Q/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZChi3gaEedE/Tl7qm6OL_TI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/d9eQWwAbF5Q/s640/DSC_0152.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF8_ay2kSXk/Tl7qy89aChI/AAAAAAAAC3U/0AofQzdBNRk/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KF8_ay2kSXk/Tl7qy89aChI/AAAAAAAAC3U/0AofQzdBNRk/s640/DSC_0155.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6v980tX0b8/Tl7q9Ue724I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/OiuxDL__eJY/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z6v980tX0b8/Tl7q9Ue724I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/OiuxDL__eJY/s640/DSC_0156.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He loved his first day! He said he wasn't scared once and is "excited to go back tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and all the rest of the days!" I'm proud of my brave big boy and I'm excited for all that he will learn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-3057375825805105680?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3057375825805105680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=3057375825805105680' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3057375825805105680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3057375825805105680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-morning-started-out-like-any-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeGU18mXWDY/Tl7n5txQkOI/AAAAAAAAC2U/apUqa8Vh3Wo/s72-c/DSC_0148%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5176692629994340411</id><published>2011-08-28T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:22:30.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is how old?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't believe Baby Girl is 9 months old. This&amp;nbsp;milestone age&amp;nbsp;always throws me for a loop, realizing they've been outside of me longer than they were inside. I wish time would slow down a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a huge month for Cora. A few days after turning 8 months she finally figured out how to crawl forward. She's now zooming around everywhere and I can tell she's very happy with her newfound independence. She's also started clapping, waving, pulling herself up on everything, and sprouted 3 teeth (the 4th is so close!). She loves patty-cake and peek-a-boo. And she's not a big fan of baby food unless she's starving. She would much rather eat "real food" and has done really well with the few things we've let her try. She is still very much a Mommy's girl and is happy affectionate and just plain adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, my good little sleeper is no more! I feel like I have a newborn again, trying to function in a constant state of exhaustion. I'm hoping when this teething phase is over and our summer travels are done she'll go back to sleeping through the night instead of waking up every two hours and/or staying awake for an hour or more in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to make a come-back to the blogging world this fall when we're back in our routine and life has calmed down a bit. This is a big year for us, with Brad finishing up his dissertation and going on the job market. Lots to look forward to. Until then, here are some pictures of my girl from this past month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-FH-tdINbI/Tlr2Gt7spVI/AAAAAAAAC1s/1nIbMMY29CE/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-FH-tdINbI/Tlr2Gt7spVI/AAAAAAAAC1s/1nIbMMY29CE/s640/DSC_0145.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AaEwyjCPFw/Tlr2RBb3nNI/AAAAAAAAC1w/F0_Ku3-IVI8/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AaEwyjCPFw/Tlr2RBb3nNI/AAAAAAAAC1w/F0_Ku3-IVI8/s640/DSC_0146.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvd-QGrdHoA/Tlr2ZFcv5OI/AAAAAAAAC10/37t-F8lkHck/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="524" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvd-QGrdHoA/Tlr2ZFcv5OI/AAAAAAAAC10/37t-F8lkHck/s640/DSC_0147.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LK5eWs9heM/Tlr2iiE1LJI/AAAAAAAAC14/fQbgdoyoMeY/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LK5eWs9heM/Tlr2iiE1LJI/AAAAAAAAC14/fQbgdoyoMeY/s640/DSC_0204.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-kRQ6V-T4s/Tlr2qUvJj0I/AAAAAAAAC18/TvBlc2YXkC0/s1600/DSC_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-kRQ6V-T4s/Tlr2qUvJj0I/AAAAAAAAC18/TvBlc2YXkC0/s640/DSC_0214.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Es0Q8ppA29Y/Tlr2z9oALhI/AAAAAAAAC2A/3_LkITAxoLU/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Es0Q8ppA29Y/Tlr2z9oALhI/AAAAAAAAC2A/3_LkITAxoLU/s640/DSC_0002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OWTl7a0E9U/Tlr2-cf9wjI/AAAAAAAAC2E/l02mOgk96x4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OWTl7a0E9U/Tlr2-cf9wjI/AAAAAAAAC2E/l02mOgk96x4/s640/DSC_0004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5176692629994340411?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5176692629994340411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5176692629994340411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5176692629994340411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5176692629994340411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-baby-is-how-old.html' title='My baby is how old?'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-FH-tdINbI/Tlr2Gt7spVI/AAAAAAAAC1s/1nIbMMY29CE/s72-c/DSC_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1968201493547553972</id><published>2011-08-26T06:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:47:30.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8 years ago today I awoke at the crack of dawn, got ready, went to the temple and became a MRS. And boy do I sure like my MR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our 1st anniversary, whilst living in Denver, Brad took me to the Melting Pot and we fell in love with the food and the whole fondue experience. It's become our anniversary tradition. We can only afford it once a year and we look forward to it all year long! Because we don't have one very close to us in State College, we improvise a bit and go when we can. We've been to Melting Pots in Denver, Salt Lake, Cinncinnati, and Philadelphia. This year, while in SL, we discovered that my beautiful and wonderful cousin Chelsea and her hilarious hubby Marvin celebrated their anniversary 6 days before ours so we invited them along on our date. Chels and I are only a few months apart and have always been close. She's an amazing woman and mother and I love being with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnlh2zdyd28/Tld0rJhFzvI/AAAAAAAAC1g/eeXVmIyBOoY/s1600/DSC04307%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnlh2zdyd28/Tld0rJhFzvI/AAAAAAAAC1g/eeXVmIyBOoY/s640/DSC04307%255B1%255D" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was great to leave the kids for a bit, laugh our way through a delicious dinner, and celebrate being US. The past 8 years have brought a lot of changes and adventures, and I wouldn't trade one second of them. I fall in love with this thoughtful husband, loving father, and wonderful man more and more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDGINKaoTkQ/Tld1aYopXbI/AAAAAAAAC1k/5YGHK0TzP48/s1600/DSC04308%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDGINKaoTkQ/Tld1aYopXbI/AAAAAAAAC1k/5YGHK0TzP48/s640/DSC04308%255B1%255D" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Anniversary to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgVULwyDTMQ/Tld2Tmd6WSI/AAAAAAAAC1o/3Q2zbFc-eE4/s1600/DSC04309%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgVULwyDTMQ/Tld2Tmd6WSI/AAAAAAAAC1o/3Q2zbFc-eE4/s640/DSC04309%255B1%255D" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1968201493547553972?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1968201493547553972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1968201493547553972' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1968201493547553972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1968201493547553972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-8.html' title='The Big 8'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnlh2zdyd28/Tld0rJhFzvI/AAAAAAAAC1g/eeXVmIyBOoY/s72-c/DSC04307%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7783928173686161144</id><published>2011-07-17T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:47:49.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a guest blogger on&lt;strong&gt; Rachel, Write Here&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out &lt;a href="http://rachelwritehere.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-that-which-replenishes-how-bekah.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a photo...just because I can't possibly post without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QFAiuEA3rs/TiNm3wsqZEI/AAAAAAAAC1c/MvfbQ6KaMHc/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QFAiuEA3rs/TiNm3wsqZEI/AAAAAAAAC1c/MvfbQ6KaMHc/s640/DSC_0159.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nick, in the digger part of some sort of construction truck at this year's 'Touch-A-Truck.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7783928173686161144?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7783928173686161144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7783928173686161144' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7783928173686161144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7783928173686161144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-guest-blogger-on-rachel-write-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--QFAiuEA3rs/TiNm3wsqZEI/AAAAAAAAC1c/MvfbQ6KaMHc/s72-c/DSC_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5878899443783247370</id><published>2011-07-11T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:27:49.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I write blog posts in my head at least 3 times a week. Some are about my kids, some aren't. I actually have independent thoughts that don't revolve around motherhood. Amazing, I know. But as I'm trying to prioritize my life and give my kids a killer fun summer, I find that blogging is falling by the wayside, and when I actually sit down to do it, all I can muster is a&amp;nbsp;boring update. But they're important to me, as this is the only place they're being recorded right now, so if I must, I must! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogging at Cora's 7 month mark. Here are some photos of her at 7 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGAbttqAM_0/Thp25pmeh4I/AAAAAAAAC08/-sy6ogkPGf8/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGAbttqAM_0/Thp25pmeh4I/AAAAAAAAC08/-sy6ogkPGf8/s640/DSC_0037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upjOQO_McKw/Thp3JTAlYGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/DD8AWdAUyuc/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upjOQO_McKw/Thp3JTAlYGI/AAAAAAAAC1A/DD8AWdAUyuc/s640/DSC_0039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3wPYo4x2BA/Thp3U2Aa5RI/AAAAAAAAC1E/DKkMSV2FeAU/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w3wPYo4x2BA/Thp3U2Aa5RI/AAAAAAAAC1E/DKkMSV2FeAU/s640/DSC_0043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In her 7th month of life, Cora started sitting independently, mastered the plank position as well as downward facing dog, and became an expert at rolling half way under the couch and getting stuck. We tried her in the jumper seat (seeing as how it entertained Chase for hours on end when he was her age), but she could take it or leave it (so we left it -- no room!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my baby girl at 8 months, in the outfit Granny Shanny bought her before she even knew I was having a girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy3iDKzIwFY/Thp3c3ER6wI/AAAAAAAAC1I/r2Fn8pSoKH8/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy3iDKzIwFY/Thp3c3ER6wI/AAAAAAAAC1I/r2Fn8pSoKH8/s640/DSC_0346.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKvq9FvbJis/Thp3k6TQRpI/AAAAAAAAC1M/dIgsP4C3cfA/s1600/DSC_0349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKvq9FvbJis/Thp3k6TQRpI/AAAAAAAAC1M/dIgsP4C3cfA/s640/DSC_0349.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddds4nGqCZU/Thp3sQJHxCI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/xEwUCT914NQ/s1600/DSC_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddds4nGqCZU/Thp3sQJHxCI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/xEwUCT914NQ/s640/DSC_0350.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygm4m-5JIHE/Thp325g7-yI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Fep6_b0jytE/s1600/DSC_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygm4m-5JIHE/Thp325g7-yI/AAAAAAAAC1U/Fep6_b0jytE/s640/DSC_0353.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4rs23TxgMA/Thp3-GWWyII/AAAAAAAAC1Y/J7FTCm_OmvY/s1600/DSC_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4rs23TxgMA/Thp3-GWWyII/AAAAAAAAC1Y/J7FTCm_OmvY/s640/DSC_0359.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At 8 months, Cora is:&lt;br /&gt;- Crawling and scooting backwards, much to her dismay! My boys didn't crawl until they were 10 months old, so even this backwards business is earlier than I was expecting!&lt;br /&gt;- LOVES, well, ME! And I must admit that I love that she's a mama's girl. She wants me to hold her, cries if I walk out of the room, and showers me with cuddles and&amp;nbsp;open mouth sucking kisses. &lt;br /&gt;- Babbles, ba ba ba ba, all day long, and pats pats pats everything she touches.&lt;br /&gt;- Is getting more and more of an opinion each day and lets me know when she does or does not like something.&lt;br /&gt;- Refuses to be held any way but facing out. Loves to see the action going on around her.&lt;br /&gt;- Has selective stranger anxiety, especially when she's tired.&lt;br /&gt;- Entertains herself incredibly well, still loves her brothers and daddy, and has a sweet and happy disposition.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my baby is 8 months old! I wish I could freeze her as she is right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5878899443783247370?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5878899443783247370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5878899443783247370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5878899443783247370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5878899443783247370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-write-blog-posts-in-my-head-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGAbttqAM_0/Thp25pmeh4I/AAAAAAAAC08/-sy6ogkPGf8/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-4335892866045154899</id><published>2011-06-08T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:46:38.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our little town claims to be the birth place of Memorial Day. Turns out that another dozen or so towns claim the same thing, but that doesn't stop us from celebrating. Every year there is a parade, craft festival, and carnival. This year Brad's parents came to see us and join in the festivities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nick has a very special bond with Grandpa Jeff. I think it's because he loves all the same things Grandpa Jeff loves, and Grandpa Jeff is always happy to include him in his activities. I caught them watching a nature show over the weekend and had to capture the moment. Nick is not what I would call naturally affectionate, which made this moment all the more special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOQP_64iRuM/TfAum5xKAyI/AAAAAAAACzQ/xNOD15n-ETc/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOQP_64iRuM/TfAum5xKAyI/AAAAAAAACzQ/xNOD15n-ETc/s640/DSC_0003.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Debbie was so helpful with Cora, and Cora loved her and all the undivided attention! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vvj6g7VCcE/TfAuzgDqOcI/AAAAAAAACzU/fMrF4_fvdL0/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vvj6g7VCcE/TfAuzgDqOcI/AAAAAAAACzU/fMrF4_fvdL0/s640/DSC_0005.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp4H8Q7C-kI/TfAvAF70zdI/AAAAAAAACzY/h8H9semvs8g/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gp4H8Q7C-kI/TfAvAF70zdI/AAAAAAAACzY/h8H9semvs8g/s640/DSC_0007.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sweet Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6AL3EKdcpY/TfAvLZNucqI/AAAAAAAACzc/EbgCPAXY1k0/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6AL3EKdcpY/TfAvLZNucqI/AAAAAAAACzc/EbgCPAXY1k0/s640/DSC_0008.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad is the only person in the world that Nick loves more than Grandpa Jeff! *Side note: Brad 'made' me cut the boys hair a couple of weeks ago, claiming that Nick looked too much like Justin Beiber. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BF6bG93r17w/TfAvVxY_EyI/AAAAAAAACzg/oCPr8cHcRlw/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BF6bG93r17w/TfAvVxY_EyI/AAAAAAAACzg/oCPr8cHcRlw/s640/DSC_0011.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oo8OqPrXuko/TfAvhfDG4oI/AAAAAAAACzk/aN7OKuKDCgU/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oo8OqPrXuko/TfAvhfDG4oI/AAAAAAAACzk/aN7OKuKDCgU/s640/DSC_0012.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tAJE1rctdTM/TfAvwIYE5sI/AAAAAAAACzo/8SsQP239tss/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tAJE1rctdTM/TfAvwIYE5sI/AAAAAAAACzo/8SsQP239tss/s640/DSC_0016.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpI_aH66eR0/TfAv7ZdSnVI/AAAAAAAACzs/VW3G_s-iuqI/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpI_aH66eR0/TfAv7ZdSnVI/AAAAAAAACzs/VW3G_s-iuqI/s640/DSC_0021.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7w6DwxMrqA/TfAwGUrJ5II/AAAAAAAACzw/7X3vsEepp6E/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7w6DwxMrqA/TfAwGUrJ5II/AAAAAAAACzw/7X3vsEepp6E/s640/DSC_0024.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We've officially entered the "fake smile phase" with Chase. Oh, the joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OWD9ftLh2k/TfAwPrukfPI/AAAAAAAACz0/n4qsZ3RVh-4/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OWD9ftLh2k/TfAwPrukfPI/AAAAAAAACz0/n4qsZ3RVh-4/s640/DSC_0036.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMNm-HlsjX4/TfAwZVqp6mI/AAAAAAAACz4/WPfRf65lccI/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMNm-HlsjX4/TfAwZVqp6mI/AAAAAAAACz4/WPfRf65lccI/s640/DSC_0038.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My happy happy girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzBVFQ-AIvg/TfAwicPxYdI/AAAAAAAACz8/KuB6AiPlG04/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzBVFQ-AIvg/TfAwicPxYdI/AAAAAAAACz8/KuB6AiPlG04/s640/DSC_0043.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3xtSVrgk0U/TfAwtSQCDdI/AAAAAAAAC0A/717MXnRlEa8/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3xtSVrgk0U/TfAwtSQCDdI/AAAAAAAAC0A/717MXnRlEa8/s640/DSC_0044.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4wGbK4n7Fo/TfAw3KfNMEI/AAAAAAAAC0E/4jYzxVE6NAQ/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4wGbK4n7Fo/TfAw3KfNMEI/AAAAAAAAC0E/4jYzxVE6NAQ/s640/DSC_0047.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDUrXTq8lRg/TfAxBzusnuI/AAAAAAAAC0I/iqyERofGMDQ/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VDUrXTq8lRg/TfAxBzusnuI/AAAAAAAAC0I/iqyERofGMDQ/s640/DSC_0048.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope your Memorial Day was enjoyable and that you enjoyed some feet for dessert as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-4335892866045154899?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4335892866045154899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=4335892866045154899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4335892866045154899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4335892866045154899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-little-town-claims-to-be-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOQP_64iRuM/TfAum5xKAyI/AAAAAAAACzQ/xNOD15n-ETc/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7518398796266164280</id><published>2011-05-24T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:21:02.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick's 1st piano recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nick's been taking piano lessons for a few months (he's had 9 lessons, to be exact) and had his first recital on Saturday. To ease his nerves we played a duet together. Those of you that know my sweet boy know what a break through it is that he actually performed, in front of real live people! We are so proud of him, not only for performing but for practicing the piano every day and for sticking with it even when he gets frustrated. Here's to many more years of lessons and for instilling a love of music (that's the goal, anyway!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2dacbece538709a" 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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2dacbece538709a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032947%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38ED9C897369428A520EF8E864C0D461EC38E1DA.2D03BAAE8B09A6FDB2D392D35C92EFCE7F5F943D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2dacbece538709a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlAqsYJ7pAuGlUg4oHKdnx9FLhqY&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://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2dacbece538709a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032947%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38ED9C897369428A520EF8E864C0D461EC38E1DA.2D03BAAE8B09A6FDB2D392D35C92EFCE7F5F943D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2dacbece538709a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlAqsYJ7pAuGlUg4oHKdnx9FLhqY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nick's teacher gave him an award for progressing so quickly and for doing beautiful arpeggio's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9n4HV42oFY/TdxbU3IrkYI/AAAAAAAACzA/Ms_qa43QHcI/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9n4HV42oFY/TdxbU3IrkYI/AAAAAAAACzA/Ms_qa43QHcI/s640/DSC_0024.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love this boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKdHp_-Ukr0/TdxbhkVT2NI/AAAAAAAACzE/bkgGdH_THaI/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKdHp_-Ukr0/TdxbhkVT2NI/AAAAAAAACzE/bkgGdH_THaI/s640/DSC_0025.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7518398796266164280?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7518398796266164280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7518398796266164280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7518398796266164280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7518398796266164280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/nicks-1st-piano-recital.html' title='Nick&apos;s 1st piano recital'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9n4HV42oFY/TdxbU3IrkYI/AAAAAAAACzA/Ms_qa43QHcI/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-3531530574150270671</id><published>2011-05-22T22:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:21:31.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is a reason that the place I live is so beautifully green. It rains here. A.L.O.T. But yesterday it finally stopped, for the first time all week. There was yard work to be done, so I put Cora's sun hat on her and we spent some lovely time outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88cSpcu70Yg/TdnEvjDlyPI/AAAAAAAACyo/ZUNLF3Bt_Vo/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88cSpcu70Yg/TdnEvjDlyPI/AAAAAAAACyo/ZUNLF3Bt_Vo/s640/DSC_0001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snxVVhI5GpA/TdnE9c-dFeI/AAAAAAAACys/w_ncjLfNg-U/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snxVVhI5GpA/TdnE9c-dFeI/AAAAAAAACys/w_ncjLfNg-U/s640/DSC_0004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SboeKiPGoS8/TdnFHFn3nYI/AAAAAAAACyw/iZmKnaP1rKs/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SboeKiPGoS8/TdnFHFn3nYI/AAAAAAAACyw/iZmKnaP1rKs/s640/DSC_0005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VF4B0X1VZSE/TdnFRc2gI_I/AAAAAAAACy0/1V6mawFpK6I/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VF4B0X1VZSE/TdnFRc2gI_I/AAAAAAAACy0/1V6mawFpK6I/s640/DSC_0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AKeXVS8Dq8/TdnFa202B4I/AAAAAAAACy4/OzJwe2hkCh0/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AKeXVS8Dq8/TdnFa202B4I/AAAAAAAACy4/OzJwe2hkCh0/s640/DSC_0007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cora&lt;/span&gt;...6 months...5/11/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 lbs, 2 oz (75%)&lt;br /&gt;28 and 3/4 inches long (off the charts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls around everywhere, from tummy to back and back to tummy&lt;br /&gt;*Almost sitting up unsupported&lt;br /&gt;*Loves baby toys and binkies and her feet, and everything goes directly in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;*Giggles and laughs, especially at her brothers&lt;br /&gt;*Happy happy happy disposition&lt;br /&gt;*Sleeps okay...waking up once to eat&lt;br /&gt;*Currently dining on breastmilk (supplemented with formula because my body isn't producing enough), green beans, peas, carrots, and brown rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;*Loves books, especially ones with pictures of other babies&lt;br /&gt;*Loves to be sung to, especially "We are a happy family"&lt;br /&gt;*Rarely spits up anymore (hurray!), and the drool has slowed down as well&lt;br /&gt;*I hate to say it, but I think those eyes are not going to stay blue like I had hoped! They're currently a dark blue/gray-ish color&lt;br /&gt;*Is beautiful and wonderful and makes us all so happy! We love this girly to pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-3531530574150270671?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3531530574150270671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=3531530574150270671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3531530574150270671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3531530574150270671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88cSpcu70Yg/TdnEvjDlyPI/AAAAAAAACyo/ZUNLF3Bt_Vo/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7634276636463301405</id><published>2011-04-28T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:21:46.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;My reasons for blogging this evening are two fold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Have you seen this documentary yet? Because you must! I'm pretty sure it's at every red box in the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZniBLeNfXAQ/TbjnkUxZWdI/AAAAAAAACx4/WlI6fxunWXs/s1600/waiting+for+superman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZniBLeNfXAQ/TbjnkUxZWdI/AAAAAAAACx4/WlI6fxunWXs/s400/waiting+for+superman.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;#2: I'm looking to put together a killer sacrament meeting bag for my kids. I need your ideas. What's worked really well for you? We've had the same go-to bag for about 2 years now and we desperately need something new. I (read: Katie) am putting together a new photo/gospel book for them tomorrow. I'm also jumping on the file folder game band wagon. I don't want too much stuff, but if you have any great ideas, I'd love to know!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I lied. Three-fold. I just can't resist. I'm in Utah spending oodles of long-overdue time with my family. I'm still in awe that Katie and I had baby girls within two months of each other. Just look at how cute they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-FNz34QC3k/TbjnkOBHLII/AAAAAAAACx0/mmCPfYLVivw/s640/cora+and+frankie+match.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frankie and Cora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Uym49kNoW4/Tbjnk5icPcI/AAAAAAAACx8/2lryk7QDptI/s1600/cora+and+frankie+in+stroller.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Uym49kNoW4/Tbjnk5icPcI/AAAAAAAACx8/2lryk7QDptI/s640/cora+and+frankie+in+stroller.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cora and Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm with &lt;a href="http://www.kdphotography.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;, you can bank on many wonderful photos and a blog face-lift in the near future! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7634276636463301405?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7634276636463301405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7634276636463301405' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7634276636463301405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7634276636463301405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/reasons-for-blogging-this-evening-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZniBLeNfXAQ/TbjnkUxZWdI/AAAAAAAACx4/WlI6fxunWXs/s72-c/waiting+for+superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-3904836037543164964</id><published>2011-04-03T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:07:36.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins and Conference are the best</title><content type='html'>You may or may not remember &lt;a href="http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/soooo-excited.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; about the cousins my kids have on my side of the family. But I would be remiss if I didn't mention that my kids are lucky enough to have close to same thing on Brad's side too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Ella. She just turned eight. Last weekend we went to "The Motherland" (Brad's affectionate reference for Ohio, in case you forgot), to see her be baptized (awesome) and her baby brother be blessed (also awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYqOYqF7Hz8/TZkqrUSNI1I/AAAAAAAACwg/rA1p-Gipdo8/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYqOYqF7Hz8/TZkqrUSNI1I/AAAAAAAACwg/rA1p-Gipdo8/s640/DSC_0030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Ella comes Preston. Who would not, for the life of me, smile for my camera. But who is darling. And only 2 weeks older than Nick (Mindy and I had the same due date but she was lucky and went early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0OqRKiKTUg/TZkq4ovcjuI/AAAAAAAACwk/fSlvkTQW4vg/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0OqRKiKTUg/TZkq4ovcjuI/AAAAAAAACwk/fSlvkTQW4vg/s640/DSC_0023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's Brennen, who's less than 2 months younger than Chasey boy. And a red head. (jealous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSU_NQz0g6Q/TZkrGJHeM7I/AAAAAAAACwo/nZGOGLzv3cU/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSU_NQz0g6Q/TZkrGJHeM7I/AAAAAAAACwo/nZGOGLzv3cU/s640/DSC_0022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, meet Griffin. Mindy and Phil's 4th child. About 3 months younger than Cora. Also a red head. (double jealous. you'd think with having it on both sides of the family that at least one of our kids would have red hair, right? wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xf9ZGXuOXag/TZkreoS4QFI/AAAAAAAACww/Q_CsVGOUNdk/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xf9ZGXuOXag/TZkreoS4QFI/AAAAAAAACww/Q_CsVGOUNdk/s640/DSC_0004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it's a good thing with all the boys running around that these 2 GIRLS have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnY6yWwgMQo/TZkrSTPn2fI/AAAAAAAACws/3WbyTwgucc8/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnY6yWwgMQo/TZkrSTPn2fI/AAAAAAAACws/3WbyTwgucc8/s640/DSC_0046.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love going to OH. The kids play themselves to exhaustion. Not only because of the cousins but because of the S P A C E. We're a little short on that in our little town home. Chase pretty much drives this car around Brad's parents house non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSb7cGeZOic/TZkrq-CqcEI/AAAAAAAACw0/ADY2zJ8JVJg/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSb7cGeZOic/TZkrq-CqcEI/AAAAAAAACw0/ADY2zJ8JVJg/s640/DSC_0006.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They make forts and chase Ella and go on hikes and wrestle with anyone that will let them (lucky that they have wonderful aunts, like Miranda).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nxIbNgifYg/TZkr24v6_yI/AAAAAAAACw4/VO_QFuITK4U/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nxIbNgifYg/TZkr24v6_yI/AAAAAAAACw4/VO_QFuITK4U/s640/DSC_0009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's always games involved in these trips. I love this shot of these three grown men begging Ella to sell something or buy something or give them something (I really have no idea. Monopoly -- not my kind of game).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfIc5f3RDVw/TZksB6jQiDI/AAAAAAAACw8/zpw91WstYdg/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfIc5f3RDVw/TZksB6jQiDI/AAAAAAAACw8/zpw91WstYdg/s640/DSC_0018.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of an hour trying to get a photo of Cora with her feet in her mouth. It's a constant these days, but she always pulls them out when I pull out the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3uztzLmE9E/TZksNLZ7lYI/AAAAAAAACxA/XN0iGRud6CQ/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3uztzLmE9E/TZksNLZ7lYI/AAAAAAAACxA/XN0iGRud6CQ/s640/DSC_0035.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSaz4EkV674/TZksX-nL6BI/AAAAAAAACxE/_MSgAdv8pn8/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSaz4EkV674/TZksX-nL6BI/AAAAAAAACxE/_MSgAdv8pn8/s640/DSC_0037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHrKi_OBVaI/TZksjulRnII/AAAAAAAACxI/kVWFWEXLtdw/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHrKi_OBVaI/TZksjulRnII/AAAAAAAACxI/kVWFWEXLtdw/s640/DSC_0042.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This weekend has been relaxed and &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference?lang=eng"&gt;conference&lt;/a&gt; filled, which I l.o.v.e. Yesterday I laid on the couch with Cora girl while Brad and the boys "quietly" did legos as we listened. So edified. So refreshed. So inspired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKC5etKb1nY/TZksujMI-TI/AAAAAAAACxM/jgHyuzR2LQk/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKC5etKb1nY/TZksujMI-TI/AAAAAAAACxM/jgHyuzR2LQk/s640/DSC_0056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLHbaR6yyP0/TZks52P0jFI/AAAAAAAACxQ/XYkZt-_WdYM/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLHbaR6yyP0/TZks52P0jFI/AAAAAAAACxQ/XYkZt-_WdYM/s640/DSC_0058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo0KyOKxPmw/TZktEgrclMI/AAAAAAAACxU/MWDFMKSroXo/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo0KyOKxPmw/TZktEgrclMI/AAAAAAAACxU/MWDFMKSroXo/s640/DSC_0059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M32cCsB1LnM/TZktPok9qAI/AAAAAAAACxY/2wITkRpJQmU/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M32cCsB1LnM/TZktPok9qAI/AAAAAAAACxY/2wITkRpJQmU/s640/DSC_0060.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning we made &lt;a href="http://www.cheekykitchen.com/2010/05/banana-flaxseed-pancakes-with.html"&gt;whole wheat banana-flax seed pancakes&lt;/a&gt; for our special conference breakfast and enjoyed a wonderful jammie day together. The next month will be family filled and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I C A N ' T W A I T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-3904836037543164964?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3904836037543164964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=3904836037543164964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3904836037543164964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3904836037543164964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/04/cousins-and-conference-are-best.html' title='Cousins and Conference are the best'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYqOYqF7Hz8/TZkqrUSNI1I/AAAAAAAACwg/rA1p-Gipdo8/s72-c/DSC_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-4434011818863741627</id><published>2011-03-19T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:15:50.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The prep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JrlqNB1UwOI/TYVdQ8cfpaI/AAAAAAAACuk/imW29UuAzLI/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JrlqNB1UwOI/TYVdQ8cfpaI/AAAAAAAACuk/imW29UuAzLI/s640/DSC_0045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The feast (corn beef, cabbage, carrots, onions&amp;nbsp;and red potatoes cooked in apple juice, sucanat, and a little bit of mustard all day -- yum (except for the cabbage. I do.not.like.cabbage)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-INVax0I454I/TYVdeX-2k7I/AAAAAAAACuo/RBG9MokpVqE/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-INVax0I454I/TYVdeX-2k7I/AAAAAAAACuo/RBG9MokpVqE/s640/DSC_0043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The dessert (pistachio chocoalte chip cupakes provided by Jessica, delish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NNUnHsRvcAA/TYVdqsDhx0I/AAAAAAAACus/yoE4d_32bas/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NNUnHsRvcAA/TYVdqsDhx0I/AAAAAAAACus/yoE4d_32bas/s640/DSC_0051.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The costume choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hNv5WkptLuQ/TYVd-VpMKTI/AAAAAAAACuw/y6hQToFVsCI/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hNv5WkptLuQ/TYVd-VpMKTI/AAAAAAAACuw/y6hQToFVsCI/s640/DSC_0055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The prize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EQl9tdhvaWM/TYVeKi5rg1I/AAAAAAAACu0/WVMZgHQ9YnI/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EQl9tdhvaWM/TYVeKi5rg1I/AAAAAAAACu0/WVMZgHQ9YnI/s640/DSC_0058.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The guests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kNg7szP6reU/TYVeVi4gHcI/AAAAAAAACu4/YV_TVMHdzo8/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kNg7szP6reU/TYVeVi4gHcI/AAAAAAAACu4/YV_TVMHdzo8/s640/DSC_0059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PXdf7mQxq34/TYVeiAHJwMI/AAAAAAAACu8/hUT15AKa8ys/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PXdf7mQxq34/TYVeiAHJwMI/AAAAAAAACu8/hUT15AKa8ys/s640/DSC_0061.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The treasure hunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SleH1Lb1Z00/TYVeuMym3OI/AAAAAAAACvA/ZqE-Rc01RJw/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SleH1Lb1Z00/TYVeuMym3OI/AAAAAAAACvA/ZqE-Rc01RJw/s640/DSC_0064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xWhjsjqeYDU/TYVfPPGgJtI/AAAAAAAACvM/MzOgHHthO-8/s640/DSC_0068.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rJYBhUJLNe4/TYVfaR4ty5I/AAAAAAAACvQ/G9Fi5J_YbQg/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rJYBhUJLNe4/TYVfaR4ty5I/AAAAAAAACvQ/G9Fi5J_YbQg/s640/DSC_0070.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The hosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-casFch1s7hc/TYVfdakikNI/AAAAAAAACvU/u_FSH_UFjRE/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="416" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-casFch1s7hc/TYVfdakikNI/AAAAAAAACvU/u_FSH_UFjRE/s640/DSC_0069.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cora slept through the whole thing, so she and I had our own party later. As you can tell, I'm very entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BgcRcs26Ohk/TYVfpLt6GJI/AAAAAAAACvY/5pXO0OB-XZI/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BgcRcs26Ohk/TYVfpLt6GJI/AAAAAAAACvY/5pXO0OB-XZI/s640/DSC_0074.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made a New Years resolution to make the holidays more fun and memorable for my kids. I failed HORRIBLY on Valentines Day. But I love St.Patrick's day. My mom's best friend, Retta, had a St.Patrick's day party for us and the Anderson's every year that I can remember, complete with the corn beef and treasure hunt. In fact, I think one of the most homesick moments I've ever had in my life was our first St.Patty's day away when I knew they were all together and&amp;nbsp;celebrating without me.&amp;nbsp;I've been wanting to carry on the tradition ever since we moved away, and finally did it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xUkZo-wUsdA/TYVi5uG1pWI/AAAAAAAACvc/kzmLjjIs7qI/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xUkZo-wUsdA/TYVi5uG1pWI/AAAAAAAACvc/kzmLjjIs7qI/s640/DSC_0057.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't wait for next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-4434011818863741627?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4434011818863741627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=4434011818863741627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4434011818863741627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4434011818863741627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/prep.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JrlqNB1UwOI/TYVdQ8cfpaI/AAAAAAAACuk/imW29UuAzLI/s72-c/DSC_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-6945951455660585768</id><published>2011-03-13T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:05:07.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know. March 11th has come and gone and you're all on the edge of your seats wondering "where is Bekah's 4 month post about Cora?!" :) To tell you the truth, not much has changed with my little love in the last month. She's still a great sleeper, still as happy as can be. She isn't rolling or anthing, which is a-okay with me (and could be because I only remember to do tummy time maybe once a week). She does immensley enjoy her bath and has discovered her feet. I think I fall more in love with her everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love to hear who people think she looks like. The most common comment I get from people that know my family is that she looks like my mom and/or my mom's side of the family, the Smith's. She reminds me a lot of Nick, a teensy bit of Chase, and I definitely see my mom and my Grandma Smith in her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of Nick when he was 3 momths old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qoj28wvJcl0/TX2BapI8nzI/AAAAAAAACt0/D3dpv9hu9QE/s1600/_MG_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qoj28wvJcl0/TX2BapI8nzI/AAAAAAAACt0/D3dpv9hu9QE/s640/_MG_0094.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Chasey boy when he was 2.5 months old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MbqSyRdiNAM/TX2Bzg-AG-I/AAAAAAAACt4/NQ6uKUBxb5s/s1600/106bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MbqSyRdiNAM/TX2Bzg-AG-I/AAAAAAAACt4/NQ6uKUBxb5s/s640/106bw.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my little lady at 4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rEhg34_vHV0/TX2CNeFApqI/AAAAAAAACt8/8Q7vRhbzePo/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rEhg34_vHV0/TX2CNeFApqI/AAAAAAAACt8/8Q7vRhbzePo/s640/DSC_0017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-O5_U_gd3F3Y/TX2CcOgrTPI/AAAAAAAACuA/SB4s3li9EnA/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-O5_U_gd3F3Y/TX2CcOgrTPI/AAAAAAAACuA/SB4s3li9EnA/s640/DSC_0026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is with my mom (who's in town again--WAHOO!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XRFtsuxuxTs/TX2CniVVjUI/AAAAAAAACuE/JrScR7CgsZE/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XRFtsuxuxTs/TX2CniVVjUI/AAAAAAAACuE/JrScR7CgsZE/s640/DSC_0031.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my Grandma Smith (it's the eyes, I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lOYldstxLCw/TX2DRlIFccI/AAAAAAAACuc/PYueVHIjfbc/s1600/Grandma+Smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lOYldstxLCw/TX2DRlIFccI/AAAAAAAACuc/PYueVHIjfbc/s400/Grandma+Smith.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here's some other photos from this month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xcb80Hp8beg/TX2C0otuvmI/AAAAAAAACuI/LS5KSXGuy2U/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xcb80Hp8beg/TX2C0otuvmI/AAAAAAAACuI/LS5KSXGuy2U/s640/IMG_1596.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our play group went on a field trip to a local grovery store and my boys LOVED it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jczdqz044X8/TX2DCvg1_8I/AAAAAAAACuQ/dGf1hMAKMSg/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jczdqz044X8/TX2DCvg1_8I/AAAAAAAACuQ/dGf1hMAKMSg/s640/IMG_1658.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgPkiVgLPaY/TX2DRZnfOUI/AAAAAAAACuY/Y4gl3lmXfic/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgPkiVgLPaY/TX2DRZnfOUI/AAAAAAAACuY/Y4gl3lmXfic/s640/IMG_1663.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love this curly hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ysDdRr1e4bw/TX2Eft4PhhI/AAAAAAAACug/scHjXH0KvT8/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ysDdRr1e4bw/TX2Eft4PhhI/AAAAAAAACug/scHjXH0KvT8/s640/IMG_1642.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy March!! Hopefully spring is right around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-6945951455660585768?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6945951455660585768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=6945951455660585768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6945951455660585768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6945951455660585768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qoj28wvJcl0/TX2BapI8nzI/AAAAAAAACt0/D3dpv9hu9QE/s72-c/_MG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5102694617227974273</id><published>2011-03-05T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:50:30.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do...</title><content type='html'>Last week I was composing a long overdue email to a dear friend. She had asked what was new with us, and as I set about to answer the question, I found myself staring at my computer screen, stumped. What &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; with us. Why do I feel like I'm so busy, going from kid #1, to kid #2, to kid #3, all day long, but also feel like I get nothing done? So as the days have flown by this week, I've found myseld compiling&amp;nbsp;a list (although not completely all inclusive)&amp;nbsp;in my head of what it is, exactly, that I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get up&lt;br /&gt;2. Pray, read scriptures, exercise&lt;br /&gt;3. Shower&lt;br /&gt;4. Nurse my baby (6 times per day)&lt;br /&gt;5. Prepare meals and snacks (5 times per day)&lt;br /&gt;6. Supervise piano practicing and reading lessons&amp;nbsp;(kid #1)&lt;br /&gt;7. Do puzzles, build train tracks, potty train (kid #2)&lt;br /&gt;8. Change diapers,&amp;nbsp;smile, and baby talk (kid #3)&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;Clean. And clean. And clean some more.&lt;br /&gt;10. Drive; pre-school, errands, piano and gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;11. Put kids to bed (baths, pj's, teeth, family scripture study and prayer, books, songs)&lt;br /&gt;12. Spend what feels like 10 minutes with my hubby before he works out and prepares seminary&lt;br /&gt;13. Pray and go to bed&lt;br /&gt;14. Repeat and repeat and repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***Disclaimer: I am not complaining. Fact is, I've never been happier. But now you know why I get that glazed over look in my eyes when people ask me "What's new with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some new things that have added excitement to my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad's sister, &lt;a href="http://www.mallorygoldie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mallory&lt;/a&gt;, is getting married next month! No one has gotten married in either sides of our families since we did, 7.5 years ago, so this is exciting! Welcome to the family, Jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WQtVfJz_4t0/TXKPTVqE20I/AAAAAAAACtM/eyrnCwwazXE/s1600/mal+and+jeff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WQtVfJz_4t0/TXKPTVqE20I/AAAAAAAACtM/eyrnCwwazXE/s640/mal+and+jeff.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the ever amazing sister-in-law Kate started a food blog! Wahoo! &lt;a href="http://www.prettypalate.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.prettypalate.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0ENhgstFxuw/TXKQCI6ahSI/AAAAAAAACtQ/GsUcW6a3pAg/s1600/PrettyPalateBlogHead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0ENhgstFxuw/TXKQCI6ahSI/AAAAAAAACtQ/GsUcW6a3pAg/s400/PrettyPalateBlogHead.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And lastly, my friend Cooper took some 3 month pictures of my Cora girl. Here are some of my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MffEw_6lcVA/TXKQzBkA5bI/AAAAAAAACtU/y3kh0_96ouo/s1600/Goldie00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MffEw_6lcVA/TXKQzBkA5bI/AAAAAAAACtU/y3kh0_96ouo/s640/Goldie00.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7HXijX1E_n4/TXKRAjgFfWI/AAAAAAAACtY/_9jqVSgScpo/s1600/Goldie01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7HXijX1E_n4/TXKRAjgFfWI/AAAAAAAACtY/_9jqVSgScpo/s640/Goldie01.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iM5dYjAAvSE/TXKRJZr-AII/AAAAAAAACtc/vHv7VakigoM/s1600/Goldie03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iM5dYjAAvSE/TXKRJZr-AII/AAAAAAAACtc/vHv7VakigoM/s640/Goldie03.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uMXuPPtzkwE/TXKRVEnXSkI/AAAAAAAACtg/CFLDEb7Ns3U/s1600/Goldie12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uMXuPPtzkwE/TXKRVEnXSkI/AAAAAAAACtg/CFLDEb7Ns3U/s640/Goldie12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0uUJRUFhzkE/TXKRg5OIDFI/AAAAAAAACtk/U6J8KWGjvMY/s1600/Goldie18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0uUJRUFhzkE/TXKRg5OIDFI/AAAAAAAACtk/U6J8KWGjvMY/s640/Goldie18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2BH-ywXR4BY/TXKRtBXmMxI/AAAAAAAACto/2DrVepUOnDc/s1600/Goldie19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2BH-ywXR4BY/TXKRtBXmMxI/AAAAAAAACto/2DrVepUOnDc/s640/Goldie19.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q3UEu-8uzg8/TXKR4v_jX3I/AAAAAAAACts/IwtYTLuE4uw/s1600/Goldie29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-q3UEu-8uzg8/TXKR4v_jX3I/AAAAAAAACts/IwtYTLuE4uw/s640/Goldie29.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cxaf7gJVMsU/TXKSC2WbHQI/AAAAAAAACtw/Z4hNMHjOPsY/s1600/Goldie30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cxaf7gJVMsU/TXKSC2WbHQI/AAAAAAAACtw/Z4hNMHjOPsY/s640/Goldie30.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out Cooper's work at &lt;a href="http://www.cooperjburgess.com/"&gt;http://www.cooperjburgess.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5102694617227974273?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5102694617227974273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5102694617227974273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5102694617227974273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5102694617227974273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-do.html' title='What I do...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WQtVfJz_4t0/TXKPTVqE20I/AAAAAAAACtM/eyrnCwwazXE/s72-c/mal+and+jeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7770034033331624737</id><published>2011-02-11T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:52:52.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No rhyme or reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...to my blog posts lately. Or my life. But that's okay. It is what it is. You have to do what you have to do (as Chase told me the other day). Speaking of my second child, he fell asleep in the car the other day. I carried him inside and sat him down on the stairs while I went to get something from the car, hoping that would wake him up. He awoke for a moment, but when I came back in was fast asleep. On the stairs. When he got into a deeper sleep he sort of fell a bit and stayed asleep. Apparently this boy really needs a nap sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CQAx9UIKC4/TVX5U-06CzI/AAAAAAAACrw/8pVRA9Aslys/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CQAx9UIKC4/TVX5U-06CzI/AAAAAAAACrw/8pVRA9Aslys/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHl0J7G6Z_k/TVX5dw6sZHI/AAAAAAAACr0/k1wlQt9-sd8/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHl0J7G6Z_k/TVX5dw6sZHI/AAAAAAAACr0/k1wlQt9-sd8/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's my newly redecorated kitchen (above the cabinets). Thanks Mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7mxJAvTrzU/TVX5my1BlVI/AAAAAAAACr4/Jt6Pmhashcg/s1600/IMG_1531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7mxJAvTrzU/TVX5my1BlVI/AAAAAAAACr4/Jt6Pmhashcg/s320/IMG_1531.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNS9pH7eow/TVX5tLD7Q2I/AAAAAAAACr8/p9j_JUNuWAA/s1600/IMG_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNS9pH7eow/TVX5tLD7Q2I/AAAAAAAACr8/p9j_JUNuWAA/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She also helped me brighten up&amp;nbsp;my living room. Although I love the brown and blue combo I've had for the last couple of years, it was getting a little drab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syXlVZcYkYI/TVX57jbb_BI/AAAAAAAACsA/ESgE0CqptHU/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-syXlVZcYkYI/TVX57jbb_BI/AAAAAAAACsA/ESgE0CqptHU/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My little Miss turned 3 months today!! We busted out the bumbo a few days ago! She's getting too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d84mWfhlD_I/TVX6CpZXqAI/AAAAAAAACsE/9W9sBUbNlVc/s1600/IMG_1534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d84mWfhlD_I/TVX6CpZXqAI/AAAAAAAACsE/9W9sBUbNlVc/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;These boys love love love their sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAp6zZnRY7s/TVX6KWpPzmI/AAAAAAAACsI/u9v6YAu_sSk/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAp6zZnRY7s/TVX6KWpPzmI/AAAAAAAACsI/u9v6YAu_sSk/s320/IMG_1542.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some photos from this evening--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6yWUDuyabE/TVX6QkJ91sI/AAAAAAAACsM/xbNVdgzaVuQ/s1600/IMG_1559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6yWUDuyabE/TVX6QkJ91sI/AAAAAAAACsM/xbNVdgzaVuQ/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eY-P81gWxmQ/TVX6d-lwq5I/AAAAAAAACsU/WcHprbJVGqI/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eY-P81gWxmQ/TVX6d-lwq5I/AAAAAAAACsU/WcHprbJVGqI/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWmFzPjts10/TVX6kAivZRI/AAAAAAAACsY/2ZCGXBJvKfg/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWmFzPjts10/TVX6kAivZRI/AAAAAAAACsY/2ZCGXBJvKfg/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8hgFPrJZok/TVX6qRwbEtI/AAAAAAAACsg/Otfrm1NOfUM/s1600/IMG_1566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8hgFPrJZok/TVX6qRwbEtI/AAAAAAAACsg/Otfrm1NOfUM/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AqGRft03To/TVX6whfrW9I/AAAAAAAACsk/x50AdQZujZI/s1600/IMG_1575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AqGRft03To/TVX6whfrW9I/AAAAAAAACsk/x50AdQZujZI/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmSlBgtfQJU/TVX62lx3e1I/AAAAAAAACso/5mTCC1Yc9q0/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmSlBgtfQJU/TVX62lx3e1I/AAAAAAAACso/5mTCC1Yc9q0/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's what's been going on with my little lady in the last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She sleeps from around 9:30-10:00pm to around 8:00am! I am seriously one lucky woman! &lt;br /&gt;- Not only does she contine to spit up at unprecedented rates, we've also added some serious drool to the mix. I need to get this girls some more bibs, and I'm praying that this drool does not indicate TEETH! I'm not a fan of nursing babies with teeth. &lt;br /&gt;- She's discovered her hands and loves to suck on them! &lt;br /&gt;- This girl is seriously happy and easy going. It seems that some days she lives in her car seat because we're running around town, but she never seems to mind. I've gotten some good giggles out of her as of late, she goo's and makes noises,&amp;nbsp;and I love how expressive she is. &lt;br /&gt;- Her eyes are still BLUE!&lt;br /&gt;- She rolls onto her side.&lt;br /&gt;- Still loves her bink, still can't keep it in her mouth for more than a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeps best when swaddled (which helps with keeping her binky in her mouth!)&lt;br /&gt;- Is wearing 6-9 month pajamas! This girl is looonnngggg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our Cora&amp;nbsp;and can't imagine life without her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7770034033331624737?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7770034033331624737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7770034033331624737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7770034033331624737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7770034033331624737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-rhyme-or-reason.html' title='No rhyme or reason...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CQAx9UIKC4/TVX5U-06CzI/AAAAAAAACrw/8pVRA9Aslys/s72-c/IMG_1557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-4004201854978410658</id><published>2011-02-06T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T06:57:11.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny Shanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Want to know&amp;nbsp;how you can get your mother to come visit you twice in a two month period? Have a baby! Not just any baby, but a baby GIRL. And not just any baby girl, but a baby girl that looks a lot like your mother! We all love it when Granny Shanny comes to town! Nick drew this picture after she&amp;nbsp;arrived. She's in the attic (he asked her if it was okay if he drew her there), below her is me, then Chase, then Nick, and laying on the ground is Cora. Brad's school is to the left and our garage (which we don't have but talk of and dream about often) is on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pJJuhYkI/AAAAAAAACq4/Qi-FyXD32I4/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pJJuhYkI/AAAAAAAACq4/Qi-FyXD32I4/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom made valentine sugar cookies with my kids, which means I don't have to do it with them next week for Valentines day, right??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pNMeDpRI/AAAAAAAACq8/sMeftZjfG40/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pNMeDpRI/AAAAAAAACq8/sMeftZjfG40/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pUGlBDkI/AAAAAAAACrA/hSrgmv79djg/s1600/IMG_1488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pUGlBDkI/AAAAAAAACrA/hSrgmv79djg/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This scenario is&amp;nbsp;becoming all too familiar -- Chase gets really tired around 5:00pm and if I don't watch closely he puts himself to bed on the couch. The problem? He's up until midnight or later, even if he only sleeps for 10 minutes! He sure is cute, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9paBZXvBI/AAAAAAAACrE/q7XRuuX88EA/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9paBZXvBI/AAAAAAAACrE/q7XRuuX88EA/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dad joined us at the tail end of my mom's 8 day trip, and I think he held Cora for 72 hours straight (lucky girl!), only taking breaks to wrestle with my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pi-uVlJI/AAAAAAAACrI/4WuipWUxOx0/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pi-uVlJI/AAAAAAAACrI/4WuipWUxOx0/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cora loved all the attention from Grandpa and Granny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pp4gMvGI/AAAAAAAACrM/jF96eI4_DTg/s1600/IMG_1498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pp4gMvGI/AAAAAAAACrM/jF96eI4_DTg/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pyLfVuCI/AAAAAAAACrQ/i41C3y7BaM8/s1600/IMG_1499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pyLfVuCI/AAAAAAAACrQ/i41C3y7BaM8/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;How do I get my kids to smile in pictures, you ask? Simple: BRIBERY! :) Having my mom here was incredibly refreshing. I needed some help with some decorating around my house (one of her many talents) and it was so wonderful to shop with her and then come home and let her work her magic. We talk and laugh and watch HGTV and I am constantly overwhelmed at how blessed I am to have her and incredibly grateful for&amp;nbsp;the love she shows me and my kids. It never&amp;nbsp;gets any easier to say good-bye when my parents leave -- I cry everytime. They simply are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9p2d7-T2I/AAAAAAAACrU/VNvAwRYmGoU/s1600/IMG_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9p2d7-T2I/AAAAAAAACrU/VNvAwRYmGoU/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9p71oe2qI/AAAAAAAACrY/S8lAdDLuW7U/s1600/IMG_1505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9p71oe2qI/AAAAAAAACrY/S8lAdDLuW7U/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom helped me complete a project I've been wanting to do forever -- hand and foot prints on&amp;nbsp;canvas to be hung in the toyroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qBOArUuI/AAAAAAAACrc/OhbtY9jenkk/s1600/IMG_1507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qBOArUuI/AAAAAAAACrc/OhbtY9jenkk/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chase thought this tickled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qHBNg_-I/AAAAAAAACrg/3GxR2SwnZsA/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qHBNg_-I/AAAAAAAACrg/3GxR2SwnZsA/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The finished product -- something I know I'll cherish forver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qNZkDBLI/AAAAAAAACrk/jgt3TlCyee4/s1600/IMG_1510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qNZkDBLI/AAAAAAAACrk/jgt3TlCyee4/s320/IMG_1510.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to admit that I kind of love when my boys sneak the camera away and take their own pictures! This is one I discovered that Chase took of his cute feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qUwL7fbI/AAAAAAAACro/qrRtniIPfjg/s1600/IMG_1520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qUwL7fbI/AAAAAAAACro/qrRtniIPfjg/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This Nicky boy has grown up so much the past 6 months. He can ride a bike sans training wheels, loves school, begs to go to gymnastics, and has recently started piano lessons. We went to a kindergarten fair on Saturday and he got this "class of 2024 shirt." I am NOT ready for him to go to all day kindergarten next year. I thought I might be more ready after Cora was born, but I'm not. I hate the thought of him spending the majority of his wakeful hours with people I don't know. He's VERY ready, though, and I know he'll love it, even though I'll miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qfJZvrcI/AAAAAAAACrs/3PZoNexg32Y/s1600/IMG_1521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9qfJZvrcI/AAAAAAAACrs/3PZoNexg32Y/s320/IMG_1521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-4004201854978410658?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4004201854978410658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=4004201854978410658' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4004201854978410658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4004201854978410658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/granny-shanny.html' title='Granny Shanny'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TU9pJJuhYkI/AAAAAAAACq4/Qi-FyXD32I4/s72-c/IMG_1486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-8980545225866069486</id><published>2011-01-25T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:51:05.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C H A S E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase turned THREE this past Saturday! We're potty training and couldn't leave the house, so we just tried to do all his favorite things at home (puzzles, geo trax, playing outside, making cupcakes, and reading books). The Smith's joined us in the evening for his favorite dinner and chocolate oatmeal cupcakes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-JlfjCIwI/AAAAAAAACqU/siJg80M0teg/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-JlfjCIwI/AAAAAAAACqU/siJg80M0teg/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chase got to take a treat to pre-school a couple days before his birthday and was so excited to take yellow sugar cookies -- yellow is his favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-JsjDD3VI/AAAAAAAACqY/SUXN45r8ETs/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-JsjDD3VI/AAAAAAAACqY/SUXN45r8ETs/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Helping me make the cupcakes--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-J0kDRYOI/AAAAAAAACqc/sbIZEhhPGnE/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-J0kDRYOI/AAAAAAAACqc/sbIZEhhPGnE/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Opening presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KKnQ9jVI/AAAAAAAACqk/6NZkzt0RPXg/s1600/IMG_1454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KKnQ9jVI/AAAAAAAACqk/6NZkzt0RPXg/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoying an ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KRs30SJI/AAAAAAAACqo/C7J_85wU3Ho/s1600/IMG_1456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KRs30SJI/AAAAAAAACqo/C7J_85wU3Ho/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Entertaining himself by making faces in Granny's mirror--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KW_zf8WI/AAAAAAAACqs/Nxu1mPwbmRw/s1600/IMG_1477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KW_zf8WI/AAAAAAAACqs/Nxu1mPwbmRw/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;sledding in the back "yard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KdC0s8AI/AAAAAAAACqw/u7bpAAIQxVA/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-KdC0s8AI/AAAAAAAACqw/u7bpAAIQxVA/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chasey --&lt;br /&gt;*is a naturally happy and joyful soul&lt;br /&gt;*loves puzzles, trains, and books&lt;br /&gt;*Does NOT like to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;*Loves his family and is naturally affectionate&lt;br /&gt;*Will state that he&amp;nbsp;does or doesn't want something and then will instantly change his mind and say "Maybe I do/don't" in the sweetest voice you've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;* Is completely and perfectly potty trained as long as he's naked from the waist down -- the second he has undies or a pull up on him, forget about it! Suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;* Loves music, has great pitch, loves to sing, and stole the show at his pre-school program last week!&lt;br /&gt;*Seems to be in his own care-free and happy world a lot&amp;nbsp;of the time (I'm working on instilling a sense of &lt;em&gt;responsibility&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;*Calls me "my girl" or "my dear" a lot of the time -- melts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy brings me so much happiness. He delights me and I love to be with him. Happy Birthday, Chase! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-8980545225866069486?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8980545225866069486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=8980545225866069486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8980545225866069486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8980545225866069486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/c-h-s-e.html' title='C H A S E'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TT-JlfjCIwI/AAAAAAAACqU/siJg80M0teg/s72-c/IMG_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7272194962300469046</id><published>2011-01-18T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:23:16.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 month old and some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWeuYwfpI/AAAAAAAACp0/9NlYMBj7BmQ/s1600/IMG_1421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWeuYwfpI/AAAAAAAACp0/9NlYMBj7BmQ/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is me. I have three kids. I have to remind myself of this occasionally because I still can't believe it. I have been asked constantly lately how the transition from 2 to 3 is. Usually by mother's of 2 that are looking into their near future with fear behind their eyes. I know this because that was me for the last year, gleaning all the advice I could from those who had already crossed this threshold. But this is what I've decided: Yes, it's hard. The small amount of free time I once had is completely gone. Relaxing with my husband in the evenings, also gone. I canNOT wrap my head around how in the world I'm supposed to get everything done that needs to be done. Returning phone calls, pretty much impossible (I've been struggling with this one since Chase gave up his nap).That's beings said, we're surviving. I'm incredibly content. I wouldn't even say that I'm stressed. Or maybe I'm happily stressed?&amp;nbsp;One thing is for sure,&amp;nbsp;it's easier in some ways than my transition from 0 to 1 or 1 to 2 and harder in some ways, only because of my individual circumstances. And another thing's for sure; I feel so blessed. So happy. So thankful. So in love with this little girl, her two big brothers, and their dad. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWlOMH5iI/AAAAAAAACp4/uZB5K8aMRo0/s1600/IMG_1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWlOMH5iI/AAAAAAAACp4/uZB5K8aMRo0/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWvVyfX7I/AAAAAAAACp8/7IFhrS9p0CQ/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWvVyfX7I/AAAAAAAACp8/7IFhrS9p0CQ/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cora turned 2 months old last week. Here are some things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;-She's in the 99th% for weight AND height. She weighs over 12 pounds and is 24.5 inches. Not only does she look much older than she is, she just seems older, always has. As cliche as it sounds, "she has an old soul." &lt;br /&gt;- Her head is only the 80th%!!! I say only because I have never had a child who's head was ever less than the 99th%! &lt;br /&gt;- She is happy, content, smiling, cooing, almost/kind of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;- She loves Nick! She smiles just when she sees him.&amp;nbsp;I'm sure she loves Chase too, but he doesn't pay as much attention to her yet so I'm not sure the bond is as strong -- yet.&lt;br /&gt;- She sleeps anywhere from 7-11 hours straight each night, eats quickly, then goes back down for 3-4 more. I'm not bragging because I've done nothing to deserve this except for keep her on a eat, stay awake, sleep very not strict schedule. I don't let her cry, I rarely wake her from her naps like I did with the boys&amp;nbsp;-- I just got lucky! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUW2wiUocI/AAAAAAAACqA/MPIv90vqosA/s1600/IMG_1429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUW2wiUocI/AAAAAAAACqA/MPIv90vqosA/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While it's only been 2 months, I have to admit, I'm already sick of the color pink.&amp;nbsp;It's never been one of my favorites, although I fully embraced it when I found out I was having a girl. I'm over it now and ready to broaden my color horizons. :) I am, however, still loving all the cute clothes and accessories that come with having a girl!&amp;nbsp; I just wish I were crafty enough to make some of the styles I love, as I'm certainly not rich enough to buy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7272194962300469046?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7272194962300469046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7272194962300469046' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7272194962300469046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7272194962300469046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-month-old-and-some-thoughts.html' title='A 2 month old and some thoughts'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TTUWeuYwfpI/AAAAAAAACp0/9NlYMBj7BmQ/s72-c/IMG_1421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2121622358953484529</id><published>2011-01-08T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:40:49.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored? Can't sleep? Procrastinating? Have a few spare minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just put up 4 new posts to help ease (or add to)&amp;nbsp;all of the above ailments! Happy scrolling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-2121622358953484529?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2121622358953484529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=2121622358953484529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2121622358953484529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2121622358953484529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/bored-cant-sleep-procrastinating-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1625061408828208711</id><published>2011-01-08T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:38:38.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't you dying to see what Cora looked like this morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk4_M7u04I/AAAAAAAACpk/YwXuv0w_hSs/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk4_M7u04I/AAAAAAAACpk/YwXuv0w_hSs/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk5HCNFA3I/AAAAAAAACpo/Ym2Ssynls-c/s1600/IMG_1394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk5HCNFA3I/AAAAAAAACpo/Ym2Ssynls-c/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk5JYTkvTI/AAAAAAAACps/nhkc6xWjIMA/s1600/IMG_1395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk5JYTkvTI/AAAAAAAACps/nhkc6xWjIMA/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS- Someone tell me the secret to skpe. Whenever I do it with my family it freezes up every 10 seconds and is so frustrating! We replaced our web cam but it didn't help.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I wouldn't feel the need to blog every single photo I ever take of Cora if I could show her to my family via skype! :) Any advice would be greatly appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1625061408828208711?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1625061408828208711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1625061408828208711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1625061408828208711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1625061408828208711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/arent-you-dying-to-see-what-cora-looked.html' title='Aren&apos;t you dying to see what Cora looked like this morning?'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk4_M7u04I/AAAAAAAACpk/YwXuv0w_hSs/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-4770697844748949899</id><published>2011-01-08T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:33:33.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First came Jack and Nick (8 months apart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk2sew5aQI/AAAAAAAACpM/IHotxLMk7Vs/s1600/jack+and+nick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk2sew5aQI/AAAAAAAACpM/IHotxLMk7Vs/s320/jack+and+nick.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk22O2cJTI/AAAAAAAACpQ/-iGIMyD7Ypw/s1600/N%2526J5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk22O2cJTI/AAAAAAAACpQ/-iGIMyD7Ypw/s320/N%2526J5.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Followed by Cal and Chase (6 months apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3DgfCRXI/AAAAAAAACpU/ye93ezhCRqo/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3DgfCRXI/AAAAAAAACpU/ye93ezhCRqo/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3J_TE5uI/AAAAAAAACpY/3RBL-PtyMME/s1600/IMG_0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3J_TE5uI/AAAAAAAACpY/3RBL-PtyMME/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3akzGw-I/AAAAAAAACpc/dNqeTXzCs60/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3akzGw-I/AAAAAAAACpc/dNqeTXzCs60/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, introducing the next great duo, Cora and Francis (2 months apart). So excited to see these 2 GIRLS together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3bE51EuI/AAAAAAAACpg/YuLT6x_EjPM/s1600/cora1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk3bE51EuI/AAAAAAAACpg/YuLT6x_EjPM/s320/cora1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk5bSnXndI/AAAAAAAACpw/hmkJuuf5taU/s1600/Frankie3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk5bSnXndI/AAAAAAAACpw/hmkJuuf5taU/s320/Frankie3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the world, Frankie!! Congrats to Tim and Katie, Jack and Cal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-4770697844748949899?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4770697844748949899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=4770697844748949899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4770697844748949899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4770697844748949899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/soooo-excited.html' title='Soooo excited'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSk2sew5aQI/AAAAAAAACpM/IHotxLMk7Vs/s72-c/jack+and+nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1275181064139061373</id><published>2011-01-08T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:11:12.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My blue-eyed girl and a new tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Random, but I had to document another one of Nick's 'projects.' When we were at the beach in Delaware he saw a man walking around with a metal detector and was fascinated by it. I don't know what made him think of it 3 months later, but the other day he made his own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkvqYEXo2I/AAAAAAAACn8/40KJsBT9vCs/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkvqYEXo2I/AAAAAAAACn8/40KJsBT9vCs/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;With the birth of each of our kids, I eagerly anticipate the discovery of their eye color, hoping they'll get my husband's beautiful blue's. Both Nick and Chase started out gray and have somewhat settled on what I guess would be called hazel-ish. But Cora, so far, is a different story. They're not as light as Brad's, but they're definitely blue. Here's hoping they stay that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkvys0qXRI/AAAAAAAACoA/dhuXHIK64ac/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkvys0qXRI/AAAAAAAACoA/dhuXHIK64ac/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkv7U6U-BI/AAAAAAAACoE/zlHsIbp0eVc/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkv7U6U-BI/AAAAAAAACoE/zlHsIbp0eVc/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwC6VPH1I/AAAAAAAACoI/GpNA3BnasyE/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwC6VPH1I/AAAAAAAACoI/GpNA3BnasyE/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwI0XyTsI/AAAAAAAACoM/41QViKoEIYA/s1600/IMG_1352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwI0XyTsI/AAAAAAAACoM/41QViKoEIYA/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwPi4LJrI/AAAAAAAACoQ/moe12QY_tTo/s1600/IMG_1353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwPi4LJrI/AAAAAAAACoQ/moe12QY_tTo/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwe0CHy5I/AAAAAAAACoY/SBVVJoZAEdA/s1600/IMG_1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwe0CHy5I/AAAAAAAACoY/SBVVJoZAEdA/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkws8YEt1I/AAAAAAAACog/uhfNbMex85c/s1600/IMG_1357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkws8YEt1I/AAAAAAAACog/uhfNbMex85c/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Random again, but here's Nick's eye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwylqOfjI/AAAAAAAACok/LG5hgY_ynJw/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkwylqOfjI/AAAAAAAACok/LG5hgY_ynJw/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we made gingerbread houses at the beginning of December, my friend Jessica told me that they save theirs and smash them on New Years to bring good luck. We joined them this year (the boys LOVED it) and I think we'll add this tradition as our own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkw9STyO9I/AAAAAAAACoo/86002MkOu9A/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkw9STyO9I/AAAAAAAACoo/86002MkOu9A/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxIftYiMI/AAAAAAAACos/NEEp4Ma4y_k/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxIftYiMI/AAAAAAAACos/NEEp4Ma4y_k/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxRd2kl4I/AAAAAAAACow/0r_XiiA2aYU/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxRd2kl4I/AAAAAAAACow/0r_XiiA2aYU/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxY8LFMHI/AAAAAAAACo0/Se2sr13L3iA/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxY8LFMHI/AAAAAAAACo0/Se2sr13L3iA/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick put on this hat the other day and I couldn't help but snap some photos of my silly boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxgy0W8QI/AAAAAAAACo4/T3hRkh3vQvk/s1600/IMG_1386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxgy0W8QI/AAAAAAAACo4/T3hRkh3vQvk/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxp3d_IEI/AAAAAAAACo8/I2mAUO_nFaY/s1600/IMG_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxp3d_IEI/AAAAAAAACo8/I2mAUO_nFaY/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxwQlkz1I/AAAAAAAACpA/KipluLxMuxk/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkxwQlkz1I/AAAAAAAACpA/KipluLxMuxk/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He still loves his baby sister and holds her often--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkx2zEfOeI/AAAAAAAACpE/3TFsoN2I1Tw/s1600/IMG_1389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkx2zEfOeI/AAAAAAAACpE/3TFsoN2I1Tw/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't believe it's 2011! Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1275181064139061373?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1275181064139061373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1275181064139061373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1275181064139061373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1275181064139061373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-blue-eyed-girl-and-new-tradition.html' title='My blue-eyed girl and a new tradition'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkvqYEXo2I/AAAAAAAACn8/40KJsBT9vCs/s72-c/IMG_1305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5612495268176494039</id><published>2011-01-08T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:45:32.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As&amp;nbsp;mentioned in my previous post, I've been a bit down this Christmas season, wishing we were closer to family. We are very blessed, though, to be surrounded by good friends that feel like family, and that's what really made the holidays for me. And Christmas morning with our boys was wonderful. I don't have any pictures of it, though, because we finally busted out the video camera -- something I'm always mad at myself about for not doing more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Cora 2 days before her first Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknNUp_fiI/AAAAAAAACm8/TDzipttEr1o/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknNUp_fiI/AAAAAAAACm8/TDzipttEr1o/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknWdTFfcI/AAAAAAAACnA/Q7IQNCUKo0Q/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknWdTFfcI/AAAAAAAACnA/Q7IQNCUKo0Q/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknhnO5m3I/AAAAAAAACnE/WcL19GQoiT8/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknhnO5m3I/AAAAAAAACnE/WcL19GQoiT8/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknoWP3nQI/AAAAAAAACnI/_wVyBYVeYSM/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknoWP3nQI/AAAAAAAACnI/_wVyBYVeYSM/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknwBR3MwI/AAAAAAAACnM/zMqJR9-FrW0/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknwBR3MwI/AAAAAAAACnM/zMqJR9-FrW0/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkn4TtsdRI/AAAAAAAACnQ/WqMh_6npJOg/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkn4TtsdRI/AAAAAAAACnQ/WqMh_6npJOg/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Christmas Eve we had as appetizer dinner with the Smith's and then headed to another friend's house to act out the nativity and have some dessert. Here's Brad as the angel, Jess as Zacharias, and Owen as baby John the baptist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkn_Sqxt8I/AAAAAAAACnU/HwTlMtrGUTw/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkn_Sqxt8I/AAAAAAAACnU/HwTlMtrGUTw/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was my boy's response when asked if they wanted to participate in the reenactment...they did enjoy watching it, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkoGJDpTBI/AAAAAAAACnY/2wLxQmltfEQ/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkoGJDpTBI/AAAAAAAACnY/2wLxQmltfEQ/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Christmas day we drove to OH to be with Brad's family. We made it for Christmas dinner, stayed a whole week, and had a great time. For some reason, the only time I took pictures was when we went sledding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkof2evELI/AAAAAAAACnk/34XAEO8cBm0/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkof2evELI/AAAAAAAACnk/34XAEO8cBm0/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkolhgwWUI/AAAAAAAACno/mdoUvQ9gFj4/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkolhgwWUI/AAAAAAAACno/mdoUvQ9gFj4/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkouUw1tJI/AAAAAAAACns/6N4rK1UMOGU/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkpFAhXZvI/AAAAAAAACn4/aka9YVyGcVo/s1600/IMG_1336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSkpFAhXZvI/AAAAAAAACn4/aka9YVyGcVo/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a great Christmas season and I am feeling abundantly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5612495268176494039?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5612495268176494039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5612495268176494039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5612495268176494039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5612495268176494039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TSknNUp_fiI/AAAAAAAACm8/TDzipttEr1o/s72-c/IMG_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-8142327919515040869</id><published>2010-12-19T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:25:24.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You will only appreciate this post if you are very closely related to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I realize that this post is the definition of picture overkill, and I promise it's only because our immediate families don't live nearby! I want them to see each of Cora's expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the very girly swing my friend lent us. I love it but Cora only has a 5 minute tolerance for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6i--xCXqI/AAAAAAAACjw/ECC-9nM1mxM/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jGwDQ0EI/AAAAAAAACj0/3Qbyn613E8I/s1600/IMG_1223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jGwDQ0EI/AAAAAAAACj0/3Qbyn613E8I/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jOkzTybI/AAAAAAAACj4/-67X6en6OTk/s1600/IMG_1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jOkzTybI/AAAAAAAACj4/-67X6en6OTk/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jV2AKBeI/AAAAAAAACj8/c4wROs2f0kk/s1600/IMG_1225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jV2AKBeI/AAAAAAAACj8/c4wROs2f0kk/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jcmKk6zI/AAAAAAAACkA/0WSmPdsPtGk/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jcmKk6zI/AAAAAAAACkA/0WSmPdsPtGk/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A good friend of mine brought over some sugar cookie dough and icing, making cookie making this holiday season a cinch! I thought is was such a thoughtful gift, and the boys had a blast doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jq-CCuZI/AAAAAAAACkI/lSn6fuXTxmg/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jq-CCuZI/AAAAAAAACkI/lSn6fuXTxmg/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jy0p6_YI/AAAAAAAACkM/FD5dsAClb30/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6jy0p6_YI/AAAAAAAACkM/FD5dsAClb30/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6j5SMcDCI/AAAAAAAACkQ/TgxliFq_CFI/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6j5SMcDCI/AAAAAAAACkQ/TgxliFq_CFI/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick as a pirate, with a hat that Brad made him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6kBFcHsWI/AAAAAAAACkU/8ccIsSuHBw8/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6kBFcHsWI/AAAAAAAACkU/8ccIsSuHBw8/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;sleepy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6kH-mwQNI/AAAAAAAACkY/8Zxtmg0RGUw/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6kH-mwQNI/AAAAAAAACkY/8Zxtmg0RGUw/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6kbc7i72I/AAAAAAAACkk/SnDw6gV2-Q4/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6khF275oI/AAAAAAAACko/kEl-9GgC5q0/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6khF275oI/AAAAAAAACko/kEl-9GgC5q0/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think Chase is mostly adjusted now and is a very sweet older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6knYsUMeI/AAAAAAAACks/DxIi0dncUfE/s1600/IMG_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6knYsUMeI/AAAAAAAACks/DxIi0dncUfE/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6k6vFWkQI/AAAAAAAACk4/NaMeG1X8Zhw/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lBOl6ZzI/AAAAAAAACk8/S83AZaUbNm8/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lBOl6ZzI/AAAAAAAACk8/S83AZaUbNm8/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lHF3CjaI/AAAAAAAAClA/TYVqQOcd3Bg/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lHF3CjaI/AAAAAAAAClA/TYVqQOcd3Bg/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lNP8lSzI/AAAAAAAAClE/m_42kdO0SmM/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lNP8lSzI/AAAAAAAAClE/m_42kdO0SmM/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My parents gave the boys this trampoline for Christmas. Even though we soooo don't have room for it, WE LOVE IT! Chase has always been a jumper and is even moreso now. He falls into bed exhausted at the end of the day and I love that he and Nick are getting some much needed exercise even when it's freezing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lTmu3jeI/AAAAAAAAClI/NlheMjLzvbQ/s1600/IMG_1254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6lTmu3jeI/AAAAAAAAClI/NlheMjLzvbQ/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6ldPqQKXI/AAAAAAAAClM/KOz7ZxTUmHg/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6ldPqQKXI/AAAAAAAAClM/KOz7ZxTUmHg/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our local library's 'Polar Express' activity again this year with our neighbors and best friends. Here's Nick and Max riding the polar express to see Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6ludseYsI/AAAAAAAAClU/4ADJuCdwUSs/s1600/IMG_1259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6ludseYsI/AAAAAAAAClU/4ADJuCdwUSs/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6l0oLiKYI/AAAAAAAAClY/Y9DiwJM7NPM/s1600/IMG_1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6l0oLiKYI/AAAAAAAAClY/Y9DiwJM7NPM/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friend Jessica and her youngest, Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6l3iHPSlI/AAAAAAAAClc/DUQIqKE3wQ0/s1600/IMG_1263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6l3iHPSlI/AAAAAAAAClc/DUQIqKE3wQ0/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cora and I ventured out to church today to hear Brad speak and the primary sing. I couldn't help but take a million pictures of her in her cute dress, shrug, and darling bow that my cousin Chelsea made and sent. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6nj9paPEI/AAAAAAAACmo/V5iwKvP-2Mg/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick has been very into crafts and art lately and sometimes gets obsessed with wanting to make specific items. While I am more likely to say "I don't know how to make that" and hope it will be dropped, Brad will figure out a way to make it happen. Here is Nick's treasure chest, lock/latch included--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6nwtuVwfI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZjQ6M7T1ivg/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6nwtuVwfI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZjQ6M7T1ivg/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and his carriage, with wheels that spin and everything--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6n3qY5pEI/AAAAAAAACm0/_7zjssL23e8/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6n3qY5pEI/AAAAAAAACm0/_7zjssL23e8/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We didn't get Christmas cards out this year, but wish you all a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-8142327919515040869?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8142327919515040869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=8142327919515040869' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8142327919515040869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8142327919515040869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-will-only-appreciate-this-post-if.html' title='You will only appreciate this post if you are very closely related to me...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQ6i--xCXqI/AAAAAAAACjw/ECC-9nM1mxM/s72-c/IMG_1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5501340436246370758</id><published>2010-12-10T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:05:18.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Smiles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's our year to go to Utah for Christmas. Perhaps I should have thought of that when I planned a November baby. We're staying here this year, making it 4 years since I've been in UT for Christmas. I heard&amp;nbsp;"I'll Be Home for Christmas" on the radio yesterday and had to change the channel because it made me all teary. It doesn't help that Tim and Katie's baby girl will be born soon and I won't get to meet her until she's months old. It's a good thing OH isn't too far of a drive and that I love Brad's family, or I might be teary from now until the spring when I get to go home again. Had enough of my pity party? Okay, I'll move on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom made gingerbread cookies with Nick before she left, a tradition we always did growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKh4ME0ccI/AAAAAAAACi4/nZhQr95qmL8/s1600/IMG_1183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKh4ME0ccI/AAAAAAAACi4/nZhQr95qmL8/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick has had as much fun with the boxes that my parents gifts came in as he has with the gifts themselves. He made these two into a sled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiBY_bs6I/AAAAAAAACi8/Ym5ScvKARGw/s1600/IMG_1185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiBY_bs6I/AAAAAAAACi8/Ym5ScvKARGw/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the next night it was a boat (he's wearing shorts, I promise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiIz7rnsI/AAAAAAAACjA/d4jal6Awh8o/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiIz7rnsI/AAAAAAAACjA/d4jal6Awh8o/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My amazing friend Jessica made gingerbread houses and invited the boys and I over to decorate them--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiPEXosAI/AAAAAAAACjE/HDP31RVF0KM/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiPEXosAI/AAAAAAAACjE/HDP31RVF0KM/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiXrzmxpI/AAAAAAAACjI/s9_tAW6rJaQ/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiXrzmxpI/AAAAAAAACjI/s9_tAW6rJaQ/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's Cora. I can't believe she's a month old! The first month of life goes by so much faster than the last month of pregnancy! Here are some things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;-She's starting to smile more and more and I've been killing myself trying to catch it on camera!&lt;br /&gt;- She weighs 9 lbs 15 oz and is 23 inches long&lt;br /&gt;- She's already too long for her 0-3 month pjs! I had to break out the 3-6 month clothes already!&lt;br /&gt;-She's starting to sleep a bit better (5 hours straight last night, but as luck would have it, Chase was up sick while she slept!)&lt;br /&gt;-She still loves to be swaddled &lt;br /&gt;-She loves her binky but can't keep it in her mouth for more than 30 seconds &lt;br /&gt;-She hates her swing (soooo glad I borrowed instead of bought one)&lt;br /&gt;-She has a sensitive tummy just like her brothers did and spits up a lot (list of foods I can't eat includes garlic, onion, cucumbers, and chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;-When her tummy doesn't hurt she's very happy&lt;br /&gt;-She goes down for her naps easily, onlly fussing for a minute or two if at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of the last 2 days--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKifOppFTI/AAAAAAAACjM/GIrVM546e4c/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKifOppFTI/AAAAAAAACjM/GIrVM546e4c/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKilmblK1I/AAAAAAAACjQ/9ZP5tnoDFe4/s1600/IMG_1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKilmblK1I/AAAAAAAACjQ/9ZP5tnoDFe4/s320/IMG_1199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKirLaZgzI/AAAAAAAACjU/Ltiy1FG6QAw/s1600/IMG_1203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKirLaZgzI/AAAAAAAACjU/Ltiy1FG6QAw/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiwrz-LdI/AAAAAAAACjY/Wdem6K9QCC4/s1600/IMG_1204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKiwrz-LdI/AAAAAAAACjY/Wdem6K9QCC4/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKi28KJ2qI/AAAAAAAACjc/o3KOxhBZ79E/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKi28KJ2qI/AAAAAAAACjc/o3KOxhBZ79E/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKi_Mk4-TI/AAAAAAAACjk/2B9vgMUJmXA/s1600/IMG_1213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKi_Mk4-TI/AAAAAAAACjk/2B9vgMUJmXA/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKjCr77-eI/AAAAAAAACjo/jh4PdhR0xE8/s1600/IMG_1214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKjCr77-eI/AAAAAAAACjo/jh4PdhR0xE8/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKjFThRCGI/AAAAAAAACjs/xEWAGBkuDbI/s1600/IMG_1215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKjFThRCGI/AAAAAAAACjs/xEWAGBkuDbI/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this little lady. All I want to do is hold her all day long, and let's be honest, I do! My house is a mess and I'm not often dressed before noon, but it seems I've finally realized how fast this newborn stage goes, and I don't want to miss a second of it. Happy first month of life, Cora girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5501340436246370758?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5501340436246370758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5501340436246370758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5501340436246370758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5501340436246370758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-smiles.html' title='Christmas Smiles...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TQKh4ME0ccI/AAAAAAAACi4/nZhQr95qmL8/s72-c/IMG_1183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-6650428898077312122</id><published>2010-11-29T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:43:21.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cora was blessed yesterday which made for a fun and grandparent-filled weekend. My parents and sister are here and Brad's parents came for the weekend. Having 3 kids seems managable when the adult to child ratio is 7:3!&amp;nbsp; Brad's parents left yesterday and my family leaves tomorrow. Yikes! I'm terrified, to say the least. But on a happier note, here are some photos from the last few days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever we try to take pictures of this little lady she furrows her brow when she sees the light on the camera. So here are some of the few and far between non-furrowed ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmNlqHeWI/AAAAAAAAChk/UUp2-FvD264/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmNlqHeWI/AAAAAAAAChk/UUp2-FvD264/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor girl has clogged tear ducts, which luckily have cleared up over the last 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmUTzbsDI/AAAAAAAACho/5oGKUhRV3V8/s1600/IMG_1124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmUTzbsDI/AAAAAAAACho/5oGKUhRV3V8/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick's pre-school class did a little Thanksgiving program, and Nick actually particiapted! Sang every note and said every word! Definite milestone for this little turkey (3rd from the left):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmbuZ0rvI/AAAAAAAAChs/r-4fsBJt3gw/s1600/IMG_1126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmbuZ0rvI/AAAAAAAAChs/r-4fsBJt3gw/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This has been a typical scene over the last 10 days since my dad's been here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmigi12NI/AAAAAAAAChw/j2G2Vug8km8/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmigi12NI/AAAAAAAAChw/j2G2Vug8km8/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick is still loving his baby sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmuD3lUWI/AAAAAAAACh0/0yG1mbAQPcI/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmuD3lUWI/AAAAAAAACh0/0yG1mbAQPcI/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My boys opened their Christmas presents from Granny and Grandpa. They love&amp;nbsp;their new jammies, sweater, indoor mini-trampoline, camera, and cool car thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQm1ZK5hBI/AAAAAAAACh4/YuOajC3AwuM/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQm1ZK5hBI/AAAAAAAACh4/YuOajC3AwuM/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQm_DJ7riI/AAAAAAAACh8/gKUE_9PfoXo/s1600/IMG_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQm_DJ7riI/AAAAAAAACh8/gKUE_9PfoXo/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cora meeting Grandpa Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnHp7tH-I/AAAAAAAACiA/nRWgzLm4wxg/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnHp7tH-I/AAAAAAAACiA/nRWgzLm4wxg/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnQqxcBZI/AAAAAAAACiE/Aw_XEGYRpDw/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnQqxcBZI/AAAAAAAACiE/Aw_XEGYRpDw/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A note that Nick wrote to Brad: "Brad, I love you. I like it when you read books to me. I like it when you play with me. Nick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnXFMd2tI/AAAAAAAACiI/HyNXxE7T16M/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnXFMd2tI/AAAAAAAACiI/HyNXxE7T16M/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Debbie and Cora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQndAn0UbI/AAAAAAAACiM/76wlWY-23RA/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQndAn0UbI/AAAAAAAACiM/76wlWY-23RA/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Granny Shanny with Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQniounT7I/AAAAAAAACiQ/b952KpTj2AY/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQniounT7I/AAAAAAAACiQ/b952KpTj2AY/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's Cora in her blessing outfit. I found this dress in clearance at baby Gap for $8 right after I found out I was pregnant and bought it "just in case."&amp;nbsp;It's much more my style than a long white lacy dress, and Cora looked adorable if I do say so myself.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnqDtjzZI/AAAAAAAACiU/gTZB0esXp_8/s1600/IMG_1158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnqDtjzZI/AAAAAAAACiU/gTZB0esXp_8/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnwLQQ6dI/AAAAAAAACiY/afHRVmhy2SU/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQnwLQQ6dI/AAAAAAAACiY/afHRVmhy2SU/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQn2jUWYCI/AAAAAAAACic/6pEl_1IF1mY/s1600/IMG_1163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQn2jUWYCI/AAAAAAAACic/6pEl_1IF1mY/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQn-1FerqI/AAAAAAAACig/4k8mDxeO0tw/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQn-1FerqI/AAAAAAAACig/4k8mDxeO0tw/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoGwSYkhI/AAAAAAAACik/QpUn8oxnFl8/s1600/IMG_1166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoGwSYkhI/AAAAAAAACik/QpUn8oxnFl8/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoNSyKyLI/AAAAAAAACio/XeVBeSbKM-4/s1600/IMG_1170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoNSyKyLI/AAAAAAAACio/XeVBeSbKM-4/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoUv7JGgI/AAAAAAAACis/_krdIz3DnU0/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoUv7JGgI/AAAAAAAACis/_krdIz3DnU0/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQob0rNOlI/AAAAAAAACiw/8JUjGYWJ4XI/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQob0rNOlI/AAAAAAAACiw/8JUjGYWJ4XI/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoi2i-U8I/AAAAAAAACi0/2BnpjyUS77o/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQoi2i-U8I/AAAAAAAACi0/2BnpjyUS77o/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The blessing was great, although the fact that my brother's weren't here to stand in the circle made me sad. It's been a wonderful 3 weeks, and to be honest, I can't even talk about my family leaving without tearing up. Not only do I rely on their help, but it makes me sad that they miss so much of my kids growing up. Good thing we have blogs&amp;nbsp;and skype. Real world (the one where I take care of all three kids by myself), here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-6650428898077312122?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6650428898077312122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=6650428898077312122' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6650428898077312122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6650428898077312122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/cora-was-blessed-yesterday-which-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TPQmNlqHeWI/AAAAAAAAChk/UUp2-FvD264/s72-c/IMG_1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5110216146273043510</id><published>2010-11-20T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:39:43.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cora's first 9 days of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brain isn't functioning well enough to put these pictures in order  or think of anything clever to say, but I've been feeling guilty that I  haven't posted any pictures from our first week home when we have so  many family members who haven't met Cora yet. So forgive me for all the  photos and my random comments. Oh, I also documented the birth story, so keep reading past this post if you're interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nick is having the easiest time with this adjustment, as he is always wanting to hold Cora and always comments on "how beautiful" she is. It's so cute to me when he holds her that I take lots of pictures of it, as you'll see. He often asks "When you're done milking her can I hold her?" which always makes me laugh, and is very concerned whenever she cries and told me today when she was fussy that we had a "milk emergency!!" meaning that he thought she needed to be fed. The day after we came home he was holding her and said "I'm going to marry Cora when I grow up." He's so sweet with her and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVgFYYy1I/AAAAAAAACgE/78_GiLHc2R4/s1600/IMG_1038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVgFYYy1I/AAAAAAAACgE/78_GiLHc2R4/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He insisted on giving the family night lesson this past Monday as it was Cora's first FHE. He planned and wrote the lesson himself and just needed Brad to help translate what he had told him to write down. It was darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVn7Y8Y3I/AAAAAAAACgI/Yf49yceqxtw/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVn7Y8Y3I/AAAAAAAACgI/Yf49yceqxtw/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's Cora! As Brad commented the other day "she's looking a lot less 'birthed' lately," which is true. I can see both of the boys in her, especially Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVvUyJOTI/AAAAAAAACgM/pDX3Yfxp9Mc/s1600/IMG_1066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVvUyJOTI/AAAAAAAACgM/pDX3Yfxp9Mc/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this picture. Brad's been pulling double parent duty on top of seminary and school and I'm so grateful for all he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiV1GKIRvI/AAAAAAAACgQ/hbfIELceMfc/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiV1GKIRvI/AAAAAAAACgQ/hbfIELceMfc/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiV8G2x3LI/AAAAAAAACgU/qL8_lClhuLU/s1600/IMG_1085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiV8G2x3LI/AAAAAAAACgU/qL8_lClhuLU/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cora's first bath. She's pretty happy until you mess with her, i.e change her diaper, clothes, or bathe her. She has her days and nights completely reversed, which has been hard, but I feel like I've been able to keep it in perspective this time around, knowing that she'll grow out of it, and one day I will sleep again. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWCb6s6qI/AAAAAAAACgY/KmSOfpo5mec/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWCb6s6qI/AAAAAAAACgY/KmSOfpo5mec/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWHxGPm6I/AAAAAAAACgc/iFwsbYBUM70/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWHxGPm6I/AAAAAAAACgc/iFwsbYBUM70/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWPD_uLdI/AAAAAAAACgg/QSFtATgqd4o/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWPD_uLdI/AAAAAAAACgg/QSFtATgqd4o/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She looks so tiny in her crib. I can't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWW63IEqI/AAAAAAAACgk/amdcNaMZm4E/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWW63IEqI/AAAAAAAACgk/amdcNaMZm4E/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWd9weQyI/AAAAAAAACgo/IGlc3q_Xu3o/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWd9weQyI/AAAAAAAACgo/IGlc3q_Xu3o/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dressing and accessorizing this girl is way too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWjzyTm7I/AAAAAAAACgs/bNRvG2lBZCA/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWjzyTm7I/AAAAAAAACgs/bNRvG2lBZCA/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWqxYE9mI/AAAAAAAACgw/_1dQPNN7Nj4/s1600/IMG_1102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWqxYE9mI/AAAAAAAACgw/_1dQPNN7Nj4/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dearest Chasey is having the hardest time with all of this. It breaks my heart to see him struggling so. He's been naughty beyond belief, especially when I'm feeding Cora. We've been trying to give him extra love and attention and I try to remind myself that adults don't usually need therapy from the trauma they experienced when they got a new brother or sister as a child. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWwf0mZZI/AAAAAAAACg0/VHX3dHWXR8Q/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiWwf0mZZI/AAAAAAAACg0/VHX3dHWXR8Q/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's going through a HUGE puzzle phase. Brad spent one morning doing all of his puzzles with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiW0XtzwrI/AAAAAAAACg4/UbikOwIJlD0/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiW0XtzwrI/AAAAAAAACg4/UbikOwIJlD0/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;More of Nick and Cora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiW6xs-7RI/AAAAAAAACg8/tkfk0U-sFBc/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiW6xs-7RI/AAAAAAAACg8/tkfk0U-sFBc/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXA1-BTkI/AAAAAAAAChA/6tMMKa-xiBw/s1600/IMG_1108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXA1-BTkI/AAAAAAAAChA/6tMMKa-xiBw/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chase occasionally asks to hold her as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXI53NDQI/AAAAAAAAChE/SZIuwY1QPrM/s1600/IMG_1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXI53NDQI/AAAAAAAAChE/SZIuwY1QPrM/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXRZqIguI/AAAAAAAAChI/aUEmbh1O1Nk/s1600/IMG_1110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXRZqIguI/AAAAAAAAChI/aUEmbh1O1Nk/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's my cute dad meeting his first granddaughter today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXYOtQOGI/AAAAAAAAChM/i2OaX9ELUYQ/s1600/IMG_1111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXYOtQOGI/AAAAAAAAChM/i2OaX9ELUYQ/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXeZ8-1wI/AAAAAAAAChQ/xT9A4FOzCzw/s1600/IMG_1112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXeZ8-1wI/AAAAAAAAChQ/xT9A4FOzCzw/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He only got to hold her for a moment before the boys attacked him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXkylvOKI/AAAAAAAAChU/MxyxdTFKV9Q/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXkylvOKI/AAAAAAAAChU/MxyxdTFKV9Q/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;His boots have also been a big hit -- this is the face I got when I told Nick to give me a cowboy face --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXvcAYiCI/AAAAAAAAChc/HhdZuk1G7E8/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXvcAYiCI/AAAAAAAAChc/HhdZuk1G7E8/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXzEY_1XI/AAAAAAAAChg/pk334WlL184/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXzEY_1XI/AAAAAAAAChg/pk334WlL184/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And lastly, here's my mama, "Granny Shanny" who has helped out so much  in the last 9 days. I don't know what I would do if she weren't here to  let me sleep, clean my house, pick the boys up from school, spoil my  boys, hold and care for Cora, take shifts in the middle of the night,  and take care of us. I've been thinking a lot this week how she never  got this kind of help or support when she had her babies, and I'm so  thankful she's been here for me. It's so wonderful to have a mother who  doubles as a best friend.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXnB42vsI/AAAAAAAAChY/6dYXa3E5jRQ/s1600/IMG_1114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiXnB42vsI/AAAAAAAAChY/6dYXa3E5jRQ/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love having a newborn, despite the exhaustion and trying to find our new "normal". I don't want this phase to go by too quickly and I feel like I can't snuggle and love this baby girl enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5110216146273043510?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5110216146273043510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5110216146273043510' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5110216146273043510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5110216146273043510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/coras-first-9-days-of-life.html' title='Cora&apos;s first 9 days of life...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiVgFYYy1I/AAAAAAAACgE/78_GiLHc2R4/s72-c/IMG_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-6664868055887800972</id><published>2010-11-20T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:39:05.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feel free to skip this post if you hate birth stories. I happen to love them and need to record this for journaling purposes anyway. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because I have big babies with big heads, and because I had family that needed to schedule flights, my doctor took pity on me and scheduled me to be induced at 39 weeks, and I must say it was sooooo nice to know the day this baby would come! That morning we checked into the hospital and got settled. Here's the before picture of my puffy self:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPcIHvG6I/AAAAAAAACfs/kmy7VMdiaeo/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; After blowing two of my veins (I have some very large battlewounds from that lovely experience), my very nice nurse got my IV in (I really hate IV's) and they got the pitocin pumping at about 9:30am. I was dilated to a 3 when we checked in, and by 2:30 I was at a whopping 4. I thought I had a long long day and evening ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPi2Mk_oI/AAAAAAAACfw/v1IBizX1Z9I/s1600/IMG_0971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPi2Mk_oI/AAAAAAAACfw/v1IBizX1Z9I/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got the epidural and the doctor broke my water, and then things really started to pick up. I know this for a fact because MY EPIDUAL DIDN'T WORK properly. Seriously people, I'm a wimp. I cried my way through an hour of hard contractions and went from a 4 to a 10 in about 45 minutes. Then I pushed for just over 10 minutes (which felt like 2 hours), and out she came, sunny-side up. The fact that she was posterior added a lot to the pain I was having, the doctor explained, but I was just so relieved she was OUT and that she was, in fact, a SHE that I got over the pain pretty quickly. Here we are at our first face-to-face meeting. I love this moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPlxrzihI/AAAAAAAACf0/PZRZ-eU7D3E/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPlxrzihI/AAAAAAAACf0/PZRZ-eU7D3E/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here's my hubby, who was a champ during labor and who continues to be super-daddy/husband since we've been home. I don't know what I would do without the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPruliA4I/AAAAAAAACf4/3JR0mLaHMRQ/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPruliA4I/AAAAAAAACf4/3JR0mLaHMRQ/s320/IMG_0988.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here's the finished product, born on 11/11/10 at 3:37pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPxID6xaI/AAAAAAAACf8/kUPfPOPNgz0/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPxID6xaI/AAAAAAAACf8/kUPfPOPNgz0/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-6664868055887800972?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6664868055887800972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=6664868055887800972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6664868055887800972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6664868055887800972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/story.html' title='The story'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TOiPcIHvG6I/AAAAAAAACfs/kmy7VMdiaeo/s72-c/IMG_0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1362357952526893851</id><published>2010-11-12T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:36:31.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cora Ann Goldie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cora: because I love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ann: after Brad's mom, Debra Ann, and Brad's sister, Mallory Ann, both of whom we love dearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8 pounds, 3 ounces, 22 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28WKnIWwI/AAAAAAAACfQ/uTZQtSptC6I/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28WKnIWwI/AAAAAAAACfQ/uTZQtSptC6I/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28YOE1B4I/AAAAAAAACfU/hOkeEdORjwc/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28YOE1B4I/AAAAAAAACfU/hOkeEdORjwc/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys and I, waiting for Cora to be brought back from the nursery. They seem to be doing okay so far, but I'm sure the real adjustment will start when we get home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28k_M9_cI/AAAAAAAACfY/EeR9qASy7Ec/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28k_M9_cI/AAAAAAAACfY/EeR9qASy7Ec/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A family of five!!! I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28nwURavI/AAAAAAAACfc/JjBqGgYWbjs/s1600/IMG_1021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28nwURavI/AAAAAAAACfc/JjBqGgYWbjs/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's been beyond wonderful to have both of our moms here for couple of days. It's been hard for me not to have all of our siblings and our dad's here, but I'll take these two anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28qt71gNI/AAAAAAAACfg/60zitXjpH_8/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28qt71gNI/AAAAAAAACfg/60zitXjpH_8/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28sxrogVI/AAAAAAAACfk/dkJmquORlLo/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28sxrogVI/AAAAAAAACfk/dkJmquORlLo/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am in love with this little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28uiTN4nI/AAAAAAAACfo/4Caw2hvbhl4/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28uiTN4nI/AAAAAAAACfo/4Caw2hvbhl4/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1362357952526893851?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1362357952526893851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1362357952526893851' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1362357952526893851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1362357952526893851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/quick-update.html' title='A quick update...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TN28WKnIWwI/AAAAAAAACfQ/uTZQtSptC6I/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-753958502227141300</id><published>2010-11-11T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:15:05.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cora Arrives</title><content type='html'>Here is a quick picture of baby Cora, born today at 3:35 PM.&amp;nbsp; More to come once we get things a little more settled.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is healthy and Cora and Bekah are doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNxqYUrNgrI/AAAAAAAACfM/d7I607XUWuk/s1600/IMG_1003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNxqYUrNgrI/AAAAAAAACfM/d7I607XUWuk/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-753958502227141300?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/753958502227141300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=753958502227141300' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/753958502227141300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/753958502227141300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/cora-arrives.html' title='Cora Arrives'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNxqYUrNgrI/AAAAAAAACfM/d7I607XUWuk/s72-c/IMG_1003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1477672573781152297</id><published>2010-11-05T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:36:13.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chasey Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of months ago, a very tired pregnant woman and an exhausted early morning seminary teacher fell sound asleep at 8:45pm. Their children had been put to bed, and in their exhausted state, they assumed them asleep, or at least near it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;About an hour later, the phone rang, waking the parents, and a discovery was made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNS3-UKhY1I/AAAAAAAACfE/bREJk2KJF5A/s1600/IMG_0828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNS3-UKhY1I/AAAAAAAACfE/bREJk2KJF5A/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSx_yWB3xI/AAAAAAAACek/9OMfQypKVY0/s1600/IMG_0826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSx_yWB3xI/AAAAAAAACek/9OMfQypKVY0/s320/IMG_0826.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the small hallway leading from our master bedroom to the boys bedroom. All of our toys are kept downstairs in the toy room, but 40% had been carried up the stairs and, despite how they appear, were&amp;nbsp;smartly arranged, categorized and lined up in our hallway. The culprit? This two-year-old, who, when told he&amp;nbsp;had to clean up the mess he had made, &amp;nbsp;climbed up on our bed and promptly fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSyKUZx4HI/AAAAAAAACeo/afVn9S_I4Yc/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSyKUZx4HI/AAAAAAAACeo/afVn9S_I4Yc/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzba7YMbI/AAAAAAAACes/LKBbOQk_VvA/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzba7YMbI/AAAAAAAACes/LKBbOQk_VvA/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This funny little boy, our "baby" for 6 more days, cracks us up and keeps us on our toes. As long as he's had adequate sleep, he's happy, carefree, and pretty darn easy. We love love love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzi_keTqI/AAAAAAAACew/Lwp3kgw6pr0/s1600/IMG_0939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzi_keTqI/AAAAAAAACew/Lwp3kgw6pr0/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last week, on a day when he had NOT had adequate sleep the night before, he spent an unusual amount of time in time-out on the stairs. I was upstairs helping Nick with something and when we came back down we found him like this --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzrSRmZvI/AAAAAAAACe0/YBXL-yBRxas/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzrSRmZvI/AAAAAAAACe0/YBXL-yBRxas/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had two Buzz Light Years at our house this past Halloween weekend. Because of the home football game in our town, trick-or-treating was done on Thursday night, the boys' preschool Halloween party was on Friday morning, the ward trunk-or-treat was on Friday night, and Saturday was carve a jack-o-lantern/ color all over your pumpkin day. We spent a lot of time with Buzz 1 and Buzz 2 last weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzx1JseQI/AAAAAAAACe4/25gDOTn3ThE/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSzx1JseQI/AAAAAAAACe4/25gDOTn3ThE/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick's "scary Halloween Buzz face" which he then insisted Chase and I replicate while he took our picture--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSz3rr_oCI/AAAAAAAACe8/8ivvY5VLRys/s1600/IMG_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSz3rr_oCI/AAAAAAAACe8/8ivvY5VLRys/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSz9iR-jbI/AAAAAAAACfA/WFJp3X_RkeQ/s1600/IMG_0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNSz9iR-jbI/AAAAAAAACfA/WFJp3X_RkeQ/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love these little boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1477672573781152297?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1477672573781152297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1477672573781152297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1477672573781152297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1477672573781152297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/chasey-story.html' title='A Chasey Story'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TNS3-UKhY1I/AAAAAAAACfE/bREJk2KJF5A/s72-c/IMG_0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-969098633768108703</id><published>2010-10-24T17:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:54:07.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC...</title><content type='html'>Brad had a finance conference in NYC this past week and&amp;nbsp;his parents were kind enough to come watch our boys so I could go with him! I &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love love love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NYC with all my heart and have been looking forward to this for months! I knew that being 8.5 months pregnant wouldn't allow me to do everything I wanted to, but I did get a lot of R&amp;amp;R which was very much appreciated as well. We stayed&amp;nbsp;on the 41st floor of the Marriott right in Times Square. This was the view from our room... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSVNRuPoXI/AAAAAAAACd4/Jgsu-SGlb3U/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSVNRuPoXI/AAAAAAAACd4/Jgsu-SGlb3U/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSU2bFg5VI/AAAAAAAACd0/06eywPxZrgk/s1600/IMG_0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSU2bFg5VI/AAAAAAAACd0/06eywPxZrgk/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are on Brad's first NYC subway ride (he mocked me for thinking this occasion was cause for a picture)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSVim8j8RI/AAAAAAAACd8/z1yZyPtpR6w/s1600/IMG_0910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSVim8j8RI/AAAAAAAACd8/z1yZyPtpR6w/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here we are standing in line to see the Statue of Liberty for Brad's first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSWauZU7cI/AAAAAAAACeA/zl5RsXLmbKI/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSWauZU7cI/AAAAAAAACeA/zl5RsXLmbKI/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSXggQczvI/AAAAAAAACeE/uDPnAgEpx0M/s1600/IMG_0915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSXggQczvI/AAAAAAAACeE/uDPnAgEpx0M/s320/IMG_0915.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Small world, we discovered that one of Brad's best friends from high school, Nick,&amp;nbsp;was going to be in NYC at the same time we were. He came with us to see Liberty... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSY4mqMHRI/AAAAAAAACeI/oW019387nFE/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSY4mqMHRI/AAAAAAAACeI/oW019387nFE/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Proof for my baby girl that she's been to&amp;nbsp; New York (since both of her brothers have and I don't know when the next time will be that we'll be back)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSZVK6FswI/AAAAAAAACeM/Xv4ybSYDWKQ/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSZVK6FswI/AAAAAAAACeM/Xv4ybSYDWKQ/s320/IMG_0922.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;While on the subway this band entered right next to us and serenaded us in between stops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSZ2YKPczI/AAAAAAAACeQ/5mq0NzrK00A/s1600/IMG_0924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSZ2YKPczI/AAAAAAAACeQ/5mq0NzrK00A/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the movie "You've Got Mail" and I love the west side of Manhatten. I made Brad walk all over there with me and take a photo with me at Riverside park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSaRASZrYI/AAAAAAAACeU/pIt0wcq2uPo/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSaRASZrYI/AAAAAAAACeU/pIt0wcq2uPo/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were lucky enough to see "Wicked" while we were there which was great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSbPM2Ia3I/AAAAAAAACeY/Gk696bgP0cc/s1600/IMG_0928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSbPM2Ia3I/AAAAAAAACeY/Gk696bgP0cc/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also saw "In the Heights" which won the 2008 Tony award for best music. We really liked the show, but the best part was seeing Brad's other friend from high school, Zach, who's the music conductor of the show. He took us on a tour of the set and back stage after the show was over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMScxmOYG0I/AAAAAAAACeg/U1jXZFXJsTs/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMScxmOYG0I/AAAAAAAACeg/U1jXZFXJsTs/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMScaIhBSvI/AAAAAAAACec/WAFhZGblago/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMScaIhBSvI/AAAAAAAACec/WAFhZGblago/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;**How kind and courteous New Yorkers were to me because of my pregnancy. When I walked onto the subway 10 people would stand up to give me their seat. While standing in what was probably a 2 hour line at the TKTS booth a worker came and took me to the front of the line (this happened twice)! We had people offer free food, give me hugs, and congratualte me a number of times. I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;**Levain bakery. The cookies were to die for!&lt;br /&gt;** Just walking around, hand-in-hand, with the man in my life. This is only the second time we've left our kids overnight and it was nice to just be "us" for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, New York! I can't wait to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-969098633768108703?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/969098633768108703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=969098633768108703' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/969098633768108703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/969098633768108703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/nyc.html' title='NYC...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TMSVNRuPoXI/AAAAAAAACd4/Jgsu-SGlb3U/s72-c/IMG_0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-3429095173819434420</id><published>2010-10-11T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:35:32.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Fairy God Mother...</title><content type='html'>I want an Ergo baby carrier&lt;br /&gt;And a DSLR camera so I can take nice pictures of my baby girl (now that Katie doesn't live 3 hours away)&lt;br /&gt;I really really really REALLY want my neighbor (the one we share walls with) to stop smoking, and&lt;br /&gt;My boys need snow pants&lt;br /&gt;and boots&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking a baby swing might be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;so my sweet babe doesn't get accidentally trampled with two big brothers who are constantly running around and wrestling &lt;br /&gt;The craigslist in my hometown STINKS&lt;br /&gt;And Goodwill and Kid2Kid don't have the things I want or the sizes I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should decide to fulfill my wish list&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if you threw in someone to come clean my window sills and windows&lt;br /&gt;And a personal trainer to help me lose the inevitable baby weight&lt;br /&gt;And if you could make it possible for her to weigh less than 9 pounds --&lt;br /&gt;My body and I would greatly appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll count my many blessings (because I truly do realize that there are many) &lt;br /&gt;And I'll stop online shopping [dreaming]&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go to bed (and maybe clean a window or two on my way up the stairs)...&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-3429095173819434420?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3429095173819434420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=3429095173819434420' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3429095173819434420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3429095173819434420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-fairy-god-mother.html' title='Dear Fairy God Mother...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-541544289218813922</id><published>2010-10-06T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:35:31.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of a decade...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;My dearest Nicky boy had a birthday today! He's been looking forward to this day for a long time and we had a blast! I can't believe he's 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;started this morning with presents, his favorite breakfast and then he had hours of free time without me inflicting chores and structure. :) He went from one new toy/activity to another, and also had a dear friend stop by to visit and drop off a present.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:00 I finally made him get dressed and we went bowling as a family (his choice). When the extremely nice man working at the bowling alley found out it was Nick's birthday he let us all bowl for free and brought over a complimentary pizza and a pitcher of soda! After that we decided we could afford to go get ice cream, and we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03MMRpbKI/AAAAAAAACc4/iNxrlf6k1mU/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03MMRpbKI/AAAAAAAACc4/iNxrlf6k1mU/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The evening was spent making and eating his favorite cake (white cake with white frosting and sprinkles) and playing Yahtzee junior. He didn't have to clean up his toys and we let him stay up later than usual. No wonder this kid loves his birthdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03SjWjSSI/AAAAAAAACc8/QBJZiDZmI-I/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03SjWjSSI/AAAAAAAACc8/QBJZiDZmI-I/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katie took Nick's birthday pictures when we were in UT at the end of August and of course I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK04KdH2BiI/AAAAAAAACdA/UqFkqcHtd0s/s1600/Nick_3684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK04KdH2BiI/AAAAAAAACdA/UqFkqcHtd0s/s320/Nick_3684.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05IN2jpLI/AAAAAAAACdg/5VJzVzvPjjw/s320/Nick_3720.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05QPjFlNI/AAAAAAAACdk/InxVglBYPFM/s1600/Nick_3725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05QPjFlNI/AAAAAAAACdk/InxVglBYPFM/s320/Nick_3725.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05Y2_-2_I/AAAAAAAACdo/JTVebPMiWxo/s1600/Nick_3728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05Y2_-2_I/AAAAAAAACdo/JTVebPMiWxo/s320/Nick_3728.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05fyemJjI/AAAAAAAACds/YKxusYIlkCU/s1600/Nick_3732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05fyemJjI/AAAAAAAACds/YKxusYIlkCU/s320/Nick_3732.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05pQjXlzI/AAAAAAAACdw/rJv-vueKQOY/s1600/Nick_3734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK05pQjXlzI/AAAAAAAACdw/rJv-vueKQOY/s320/Nick_3734.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am constantly amazed by this boy's imagination. He loves it when we have empty boxes and comes&amp;nbsp;up with endless activities to do with them. He made this one into a house -- the milk carton on top is the chimney, the diaper box is his fireplace and the diapers inside the box is the wood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03AP8edzI/AAAAAAAACcw/uIMHpU2si4A/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03AP8edzI/AAAAAAAACcw/uIMHpU2si4A/s320/IMG_0830.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Nick! I hope you know how special you are and how happy we are to have you in our family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-541544289218813922?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/541544289218813922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=541544289218813922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/541544289218813922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/541544289218813922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/half-of-decade.html' title='Half of a decade...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TK03MMRpbKI/AAAAAAAACc4/iNxrlf6k1mU/s72-c/IMG_0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-6890629799187804289</id><published>2010-10-03T17:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:05:18.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We love the BEACH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just like &lt;a href="http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/delaware.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;, our wonderful friends invited us to spend the weekend with them at Fenniwick beach in Delaware. We added 4 more adults and 3 more kids to the group this year, making a total of 8 adults and 8 kids ages 4 and under! Because it was September, the crowds were s p a r s e and the water was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. We loved every second of it -- enjoying the beach, the beach house, and mostly spending time with wonderful friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing entertained the kids (and the dads, too) like sand and water. Nick even ventured into the water this year and Chase got much nearer to it this year than last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjy_ovvjVI/AAAAAAAACcM/ZAr1gCUKGC0/s1600/IMG_0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjy_ovvjVI/AAAAAAAACcM/ZAr1gCUKGC0/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKj9cmPzMYI/AAAAAAAACcs/A17-YWY2wYM/s1600/beach.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKj9cmPzMYI/AAAAAAAACcs/A17-YWY2wYM/s320/beach.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we moved away from family we had a lot of people tell us that our friends would become our family, and how right they were! Katie, Alyssa, and Becky have been such a blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzCfh9TQI/AAAAAAAACcQ/bA4yEXdYN3E/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzCfh9TQI/AAAAAAAACcQ/bA4yEXdYN3E/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sand castle/boat/whale...you decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzNLV255I/AAAAAAAACcU/9u9H5ckx2OU/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzNLV255I/AAAAAAAACcU/9u9H5ckx2OU/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chase was so happy just to sit and watch the water, especially when Brad was out body boarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzUH9OgDI/AAAAAAAACcY/5f0ptOKJ8n8/s1600/IMG_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzUH9OgDI/AAAAAAAACcY/5f0ptOKJ8n8/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was Nick's attempt to join in Brad's (and Craig's and Spencer's and the other Brad's) fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzbNa6vzI/AAAAAAAACcc/UhrS0PZ8Bg8/s1600/IMG_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzbNa6vzI/AAAAAAAACcc/UhrS0PZ8Bg8/s320/IMG_0787.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nick and Chase being chased by the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;sea monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that the tide washed in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzh8N3gyI/AAAAAAAACcg/DmqaTqA6Dis/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzh8N3gyI/AAAAAAAACcg/DmqaTqA6Dis/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzn7rMasI/AAAAAAAACck/0LxUsWRCqB0/s1600/IMG_0822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjzn7rMasI/AAAAAAAACck/0LxUsWRCqB0/s320/IMG_0822.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjztUjTLSI/AAAAAAAACco/U50ahhdbE94/s1600/IMG_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjztUjTLSI/AAAAAAAACco/U50ahhdbE94/s320/IMG_0825.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was such a beautiful weekend! We'll miss our friends Brad and Becky when they move next month, and we'll especially miss them when September comes next year! :) We'll do it again, someday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-6890629799187804289?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6890629799187804289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=6890629799187804289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6890629799187804289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/6890629799187804289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-love-beach.html' title='We love the BEACH...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TKjy_ovvjVI/AAAAAAAACcM/ZAr1gCUKGC0/s72-c/IMG_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1892790156728502839</id><published>2010-09-25T17:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:51:13.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours to myself for 6 more weeks (and 5 days, but who's counting?)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My boys started preschool last week. Nick goes 3 days and week and Chase goes 2 days a week. Do you understand what this means? Seriously? It means that for 6 hours each week I do whatever I want to. I have yet to take a nap or just relax and read a book, but I have big plans, I tell you. Big plans. So far I've been attending institute class, running errands, and getting the baby's room ready. I'm also excited to have some alone time with my daughter (my &lt;em&gt;daughter&lt;/em&gt;? I don't think I've ever thought or written that out yet.) once she arrives. Anyway, the boys love their classes and teachers (and I do, too). Here they are on the first day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5qqP-oHdI/AAAAAAAACbw/W9uoUEq3aGw/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5qqP-oHdI/AAAAAAAACbw/W9uoUEq3aGw/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have a tradition of going out for lunch on the first day of school after I pick them up. They chose Panera Bread this year...yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5q2yPYJUI/AAAAAAAACb0/Fpch9WaEPmI/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5q2yPYJUI/AAAAAAAACb0/Fpch9WaEPmI/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really can't believe how big these two are getting. Makes me more determined to slow down and enjoy them more, and worry about&amp;nbsp;cleaning and other insignificant duties less...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5rBSVIEwI/AAAAAAAACb4/weR0Bq_5z7k/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5rBSVIEwI/AAAAAAAACb4/weR0Bq_5z7k/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They sure do love their dad (as do I)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5rJcV1waI/AAAAAAAACb8/bMOQ5AdXSuI/s1600/IMG_0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5rJcV1waI/AAAAAAAACb8/bMOQ5AdXSuI/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're big fans of silly faces around here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5rUR_3uXI/AAAAAAAACcA/GIGhfsCtrsY/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5rUR_3uXI/AAAAAAAACcA/GIGhfsCtrsY/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Fall, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1892790156728502839?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1892790156728502839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1892790156728502839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1892790156728502839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1892790156728502839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-hours-to-myself-for-6-more-weeks-and.html' title='6 hours to myself for 6 more weeks (and 5 days, but who&apos;s counting?)...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJ5qqP-oHdI/AAAAAAAACbw/W9uoUEq3aGw/s72-c/IMG_0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1063038025877269959</id><published>2010-09-22T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:09:33.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks (2 weeks ago)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;These are from 2 weeks ago on my 30 week mark. 7 weeks to go! Hallelujah (better out than in I always say)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJocLLwfRII/AAAAAAAACbg/fOpJDsf26Ag/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJocLLwfRII/AAAAAAAACbg/fOpJDsf26Ag/s400/IMG_0765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJocLB7YmNI/AAAAAAAACbo/K6Q_FbR5ALk/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJocLB7YmNI/AAAAAAAACbo/K6Q_FbR5ALk/s400/IMG_0766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1063038025877269959?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1063038025877269959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1063038025877269959' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1063038025877269959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1063038025877269959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-weeks-2-weeks-ago.html' title='30 weeks (2 weeks ago)'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TJocLLwfRII/AAAAAAAACbg/fOpJDsf26Ag/s72-c/IMG_0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5986623497335076979</id><published>2010-09-13T01:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:12:46.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Shmummer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As much as I was looking forward to summer, I was a bit nervous about  having enough energy to do everything I knew that I (and the kids) would  want to do (remember I'm a wimpy, tired pregnant lady). So my parents  hired a nanny to help me! Here she is...&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2n8UXzcLI/AAAAAAAACbY/4wHTOAtY3ZA/s320/Mara+37.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And by 'hired' I of course mean free, because she's nice like that and because she loves my kids. Meet my 18 year old sister, Mara. She came for 6 weeks this summer and was a life-saver in every way. We took the boys to Whipple Dam every week, swimming at a local community pool for Nick's swimming lessons each week, as well as other various summer activities that I would have been to tired and overwhelmed to try on my own. One day my kids will understand how much they owe her. I already do! :) She also watched the boys while I went to girls camp for a week and while Brad and I went to youth conference in Palmyra for 3 days. Plus it was so great to have another adult to hang out with all day. I love my sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't posted pictures of the boys in awhile, so here are a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nick has always loved working out with me and I always like having a partner. Here he is in his "exercise clothes", showing off his big muscles. And here is Chase showing off a major goose egg he got when he ran into the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2noQCSj1I/AAAAAAAACbI/eNO0t11ubuI/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nZYmr2MI/AAAAAAAACa4/4pPpW4EqvZE/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nZYmr2MI/AAAAAAAACa4/4pPpW4EqvZE/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase has grown out of his nap (meaning that if I let him take one he's up until 11:00pm or later), but every now and then I find him all tuckered out in the middle of play time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2ngzjoZVI/AAAAAAAACbA/kcpbMaTUXkk/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One thing we love about living in this part of the country is the lightning bugs. I had never seen one until I went to OH for the first time, and this was Mara's first time seeing them, too. We let the boys stay up late enough a couple of times to catch some and keep them in a jar for the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nSF517RI/AAAAAAAACaw/BQYGfvPdETQ/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nSF517RI/AAAAAAAACaw/BQYGfvPdETQ/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nIJMJf0I/AAAAAAAACao/4DHiWZDvb_U/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nIJMJf0I/AAAAAAAACao/4DHiWZDvb_U/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nBwiQlQI/AAAAAAAACag/2t2ZyVmYkhQ/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nBwiQlQI/AAAAAAAACag/2t2ZyVmYkhQ/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2m5YbMqNI/AAAAAAAACaY/vJjkhupbeew/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every summer our town hosts a "Touch a Truck" day in the parking lot of the local high school. This was our 3rd time going and it seems that the boys like it more and more the older they get. Every kind of truck is there and open for the kids to crawl around in, honk the horns, and pretend to drive. It's little boy heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nu0F0onI/AAAAAAAACbQ/FHAEBYCLP2A/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2nu0F0onI/AAAAAAAACbQ/FHAEBYCLP2A/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mf0E_8BI/AAAAAAAACaA/vabU9qIxMRo/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mf0E_8BI/AAAAAAAACaA/vabU9qIxMRo/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2moSy7doI/AAAAAAAACaI/2KcB4rf64MY/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2moSy7doI/AAAAAAAACaI/2KcB4rf64MY/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mZA_-BUI/AAAAAAAACZ4/Pvg04jR4MA8/s1600/IMG_0599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mZA_-BUI/AAAAAAAACZ4/Pvg04jR4MA8/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mLnkixbI/AAAAAAAACZs/50lI5vmVrj4/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mLnkixbI/AAAAAAAACZs/50lI5vmVrj4/s320/IMG_0593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mGYZ5jFI/AAAAAAAACZk/N7roIXDQLjU/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2mGYZ5jFI/AAAAAAAACZk/N7roIXDQLjU/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2l_VddtyI/AAAAAAAACZc/I2H-Xp9nTCU/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2l_VddtyI/AAAAAAAACZc/I2H-Xp9nTCU/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lrAiPmTI/AAAAAAAACZE/j_7CRZQShU8/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lrAiPmTI/AAAAAAAACZE/j_7CRZQShU8/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lxMPboII/AAAAAAAACZM/b90LIJPPUIU/s1600/IMG_0587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lxMPboII/AAAAAAAACZM/b90LIJPPUIU/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2l4sfQmiI/AAAAAAAACZU/Q9GHCkE7vEc/s1600/IMG_0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2l4sfQmiI/AAAAAAAACZU/Q9GHCkE7vEc/s320/IMG_0588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lkh8DnjI/AAAAAAAACY8/bqe6LuTOlyE/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A while ago I walked downstairs to see Chase like this --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lMJ6yG6I/AAAAAAAACYs/xjzjX302QaM/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lMJ6yG6I/AAAAAAAACYs/xjzjX302QaM/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this little random guy cracks me up and keeps my on my toes -- love this face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lBTGSZlI/AAAAAAAACYk/QamDWxq_Rd0/s1600/IMG_0582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2lBTGSZlI/AAAAAAAACYk/QamDWxq_Rd0/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pregnancy update: With 8.5 weeks left of this pregnancy I'm getting more and more excited to meet this little girl (if it really is a girl...I still don't quite believe it). Induction date is set for 11/11. Wahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5986623497335076979?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5986623497335076979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5986623497335076979' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5986623497335076979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5986623497335076979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-shmummer.html' title='Summer Shmummer...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TI2n8UXzcLI/AAAAAAAACbY/4wHTOAtY3ZA/s72-c/Mara+37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2362684721321591594</id><published>2010-08-13T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:37:01.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never guess where I went last week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you one of those people that loved high school? You know,&lt;i&gt; those&lt;/i&gt; people? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not. I loved junior high, but high school just didn't do it for me. I had great friends, I was involved, but I do believe that there was no one happier than I was on graduation day. I even remember, on said graduation day, thinking that I would never go to a reunion, trusting myself to keep in contact with those I wanted to keep in contact with. This resolve went even deeper in February, when I found out I was pregnant. Who goes to their reunion 6 months pregnant?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well folks, never say never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything changed when I found out that this lovely lady (aka, my best friend and sister-in-law) was put in charge of the reunion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvVyltK5I/AAAAAAAACYU/dJYJR4DuOTQ/s1600/reunion4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvVyltK5I/AAAAAAAACYU/dJYJR4DuOTQ/s320/reunion4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my resolve was further broken when I found out some of my best friends from high school were going to be there (whom I don't get to see very often because most of us live out of state)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvIRd8b-I/AAAAAAAACX8/wDjexiZ4JPE/s1600/reunion5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvIRd8b-I/AAAAAAAACX8/wDjexiZ4JPE/s320/reunion5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo, to the reunion I went, in all my pregnant, puffy-bodied glory. And it was lovely. The venue was awesome, the food was great, and Katie and Syd (her co-chair) and their committee did a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvFNuY1mI/AAAAAAAACX0/n5qQxyYlvAE/s1600/reunion6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvFNuY1mI/AAAAAAAACX0/n5qQxyYlvAE/s320/reunion6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvMoct0MI/AAAAAAAACYE/mvvBfY3-up4/s1600/reunion3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvMoct0MI/AAAAAAAACYE/mvvBfY3-up4/s320/reunion3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(this is Tim's hairy arm, not mine -- just in case you were worried)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvQQQiOvI/AAAAAAAACYM/VM-ZVfpd91E/s1600/reunion2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvQQQiOvI/AAAAAAAACYM/VM-ZVfpd91E/s320/reunion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvANIjXsI/AAAAAAAACXs/DCjaN1n5eyA/s1600/reunion7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvANIjXsI/AAAAAAAACXs/DCjaN1n5eyA/s320/reunion7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos, of course, by &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kdphotography.org/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-2362684721321591594?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2362684721321591594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=2362684721321591594' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2362684721321591594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2362684721321591594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-never-guess-where-i-went-last.html' title='You&apos;ll never guess where I went last week...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/TGVvVyltK5I/AAAAAAAACYU/dJYJR4DuOTQ/s72-c/reunion4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-8758361273797278243</id><published>2010-06-28T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:19:15.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a girl. A GIRL! G.I.R.L. A pink-and-princess-loving, cause-me-lots-of-drama-as-a-teenager, call-me-everyday-when-you-move-away-from-home, be-my-best-friend-once-you-decide-you-don't-hate-me, shopping-loving, Jane-Austen-adoring,&amp;nbsp;paint-my-nails-and-do-my-hair&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIRL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my expectations aren't too high, are they?) :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are all excited. Now let the name battles commence! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-8758361273797278243?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8758361273797278243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=8758361273797278243' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8758361273797278243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8758361273797278243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2284462179127610855</id><published>2010-06-28T02:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:18:50.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1:38am. I had been asleep for two hours when my eyes popped open. I am totally awake and my mind is going 100 miles an hour, while my legs feel like they could go run a marathon. This happens a lot when I'm pregnant. And by a lot I mean every night since I was 6 weeks along. Sometimes I go back to sleep within a matter of minutes, and sometimes -- like tonight -- I don't. I will admit that I don't like being pregnant. Besides feeling the baby move, I don't miss it when I'm not. Sleep is just one of my issues. I don't feel well, I don't like the way I look, and my emotions are completely out of wack. But as I laid there, almost enveloped in self-pity, a new list came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had Chase, the following things have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've had 2 cousins whose babies have died.&lt;br /&gt;-I've had multiple friends and cousins "come out" with the fact that they have been struggling with infertility, mostly silently,&amp;nbsp;for years.&lt;br /&gt;- I've had other friends suffer multiple miscarriages in a row&lt;br /&gt;- My friends 5 month old niece died of SIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, some of these cases have resolved themselves, through the miracles of invitro, adoption, ect. But some have not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh, perspective. I can live through my minor complaints. Because I'm pregnant. I already have two healthy kids. And that, in and of itself, is a &lt;em&gt;miracle&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-2284462179127610855?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2284462179127610855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=2284462179127610855' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2284462179127610855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2284462179127610855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-138am.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7564468157620269025</id><published>2010-05-21T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:30:57.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanwhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite being absent from the blogging world for quite some time now, life really has gone on here, even with the pregnancy and the sickness it brought with it. It's been a busy busy spring and we have loved every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad's parents came for a visit when I was about 5 weeks along and not yet sick, which meant we actually went out and did some stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We hiked Mount Nittany...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bG10mY8CI/AAAAAAAACXQ/sEGauZ4Oes0/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bG10mY8CI/AAAAAAAACXQ/sEGauZ4Oes0/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bGoV8jICI/AAAAAAAACXI/9uuyS0CwV7k/s1600/IMG_0366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bGoV8jICI/AAAAAAAACXI/9uuyS0CwV7k/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa taught the kids about different animal tracks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bF4V1xKUI/AAAAAAAACXA/wojbXFp6HIM/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bF4V1xKUI/AAAAAAAACXA/wojbXFp6HIM/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Penn's Cave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bFpV7HW0I/AAAAAAAACW4/HR8-A9sHLPc/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bFpV7HW0I/AAAAAAAACW4/HR8-A9sHLPc/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bFcmcSnQI/AAAAAAAACWw/k9Y3vf7VFxQ/s1600/IMG_0357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bFcmcSnQI/AAAAAAAACWw/k9Y3vf7VFxQ/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bFKvrXmVI/AAAAAAAACWo/dlVzRu7JKb8/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bFKvrXmVI/AAAAAAAACWo/dlVzRu7JKb8/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bE86DY3KI/AAAAAAAACWg/4K8LQRMCaOA/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bE86DY3KI/AAAAAAAACWg/4K8LQRMCaOA/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And had fun in the gift shop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEwQGqwtI/AAAAAAAACWY/52qLTeheA9o/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEwQGqwtI/AAAAAAAACWY/52qLTeheA9o/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEl7Msa1I/AAAAAAAACWQ/GJRwXrJiD1A/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEl7Msa1I/AAAAAAAACWQ/GJRwXrJiD1A/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma told stories to a very captive audience (have I mentioned what a great story teller she is?)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEXMVqBmI/AAAAAAAACWI/2qhUrN-JDTA/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEXMVqBmI/AAAAAAAACWI/2qhUrN-JDTA/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad had spring break and we took a day trip to Harrisburg, where we checked out a very&amp;nbsp;cool children's science museum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEAPtwoaI/AAAAAAAACWA/C6YbErUr-mo/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bEAPtwoaI/AAAAAAAACWA/C6YbErUr-mo/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our first 3D IMAX show about fish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDwBUZttI/AAAAAAAACV4/Ww52ieC5-es/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDwBUZttI/AAAAAAAACV4/Ww52ieC5-es/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Man I really like these kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDfFDu8MI/AAAAAAAACVw/zOABUDf2FME/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDfFDu8MI/AAAAAAAACVw/zOABUDf2FME/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDMJ42K8I/AAAAAAAACVo/R0ilra5KgxE/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDMJ42K8I/AAAAAAAACVo/R0ilra5KgxE/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when they play pretend. I thought this was a pretty ingenius way of setting up a golf course, and Nick did it all on his own. A stick horse for the club and a train tunnel for the hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDCOx2jcI/AAAAAAAACVg/WGJHWVKeaXc/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bDCOx2jcI/AAAAAAAACVg/WGJHWVKeaXc/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCelwYgZI/AAAAAAAACVY/O5EkPSvzALw/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCelwYgZI/AAAAAAAACVY/O5EkPSvzALw/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love these eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCVDVAeDI/AAAAAAAACVQ/GAR5NdH1pzE/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCVDVAeDI/AAAAAAAACVQ/GAR5NdH1pzE/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next weekend my Dad came to town. I wasn't feeling great by then, so we hung out around the house and he took great care of my kids while Brad was at work. He took them to the library, the park, out to lunch, and wrestled with them on demand. On the day that I felt a little better, we went bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the wind up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCLdQaajI/AAAAAAAACVI/Qa5VDCH_GT4/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCLdQaajI/AAAAAAAACVI/Qa5VDCH_GT4/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the victory dance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCB_htvQI/AAAAAAAACVA/MaYe0u2SXR0/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bCB_htvQI/AAAAAAAACVA/MaYe0u2SXR0/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chase really liked the fan thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bB4i1mOOI/AAAAAAAACU4/OoBmpVVAN_w/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bB4i1mOOI/AAAAAAAACU4/OoBmpVVAN_w/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBqVdvRuI/AAAAAAAACUw/YY7p7rqPKZs/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBqVdvRuI/AAAAAAAACUw/YY7p7rqPKZs/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to the Penn State creamery for some very yummy ice cream. These are the kid cones, mind you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBeuEUd0I/AAAAAAAACUo/1QNaP-NYdTM/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBeuEUd0I/AAAAAAAACUo/1QNaP-NYdTM/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBXEcS2KI/AAAAAAAACUg/lGOcHGvGiCM/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBXEcS2KI/AAAAAAAACUg/lGOcHGvGiCM/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend after my dad left, one of my best friends Amy came to town for Easter and conference weekend. I have no pictures of this because I was really sick at this point, and I pretty much laid on my couch and watched her take care of my kids. She then helped me fly to Utah with the boys, where I did pretty much nothing while my mom, Katie, and Mara took care of me and my offspring for two whole weeks. Thank heavens for family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every mom knows that silence in the house means trouble -- this is what I found Chase doing when I suspected he was being a little too quiet. Desitin is hard to clean off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBL1KzhTI/AAAAAAAACUY/d_viYc5UQB8/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bBL1KzhTI/AAAAAAAACUY/d_viYc5UQB8/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Time Out For Women in Pittsburg with my wonderful in-laws. We missed Mal a lot but enjoyed our 2 new friends. Whenever I'm in a picture with my in-laws I want to sing "One of these things is not like the other." Love these ladies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bA_eLR8mI/AAAAAAAACUQ/BZ3c9hKQZK0/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bA_eLR8mI/AAAAAAAACUQ/BZ3c9hKQZK0/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weekend after that we went to OH for Miranda's graduation from college. I have no pictures of that because it was raining and the whole thing lasted about 30 seconds. But Debbie had this fun balloon craft for the kids to do at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bA0jE1hmI/AAAAAAAACUI/Ir-bukjXB7w/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bA0jE1hmI/AAAAAAAACUI/Ir-bukjXB7w/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later Preston and Nick took the accessories off the balloons and put them on themselves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bAI04NhoI/AAAAAAAACUA/5CkddNQ5-Qs/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bAI04NhoI/AAAAAAAACUA/5CkddNQ5-Qs/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, Nick's preschool class had their music program yesterday. Nick was very excited and had sung most of the songs and done the dances for me at home. Here is his cute class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_a_6xxKoyI/AAAAAAAACT4/K7yLVS-tzGw/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_a_6xxKoyI/AAAAAAAACT4/K7yLVS-tzGw/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But when he saw all the parents there to watch, his shy nature took over and he sat exactly like this the whole time, didn't sing a note or move a muscle. After it was over he ran to us in tears and said "I don't like doing that, Mommy!" I don't think we'll be signing him up for drama club any time soon. Here he is with his good friends Olivia and Holden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_a_qIKFA_I/AAAAAAAACTw/zdoV8Ce9Gjo/s1600/IMG_0472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_a_qIKFA_I/AAAAAAAACTw/zdoV8Ce9Gjo/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been a great spring! I'm finally starting to feel a bit better and we're all excited for the adventures that summer has to bring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7564468157620269025?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7564468157620269025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7564468157620269025' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7564468157620269025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7564468157620269025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/meanwhile.html' title='Meanwhile...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S_bG10mY8CI/AAAAAAAACXQ/sEGauZ4Oes0/s72-c/IMG_0367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5146305477345615840</id><published>2010-05-14T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:07:24.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye for now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S-1Y8FWPsyI/AAAAAAAACTo/Ny1diHUsfl0/s1600/GrandpaSmith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S-1Y8FWPsyI/AAAAAAAACTo/Ny1diHUsfl0/s320/GrandpaSmith.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon D. Smith 1936 ~ 2010 Gordon Drakeford Smith, 73, died of kidney and pancreatic failure following a long struggle with cirrhosis of the liver. Beloved husband, father to (five), and grandfather to (20), and great-grandfather to (17). Gordon was born in Salt Lake City, Utah on May 23, 1936 to Edward Earl and Arline Eunice Holder Smith. He attended Granite and Olympus high schools, and was of the first graduating class from Olympus. It was at Olympus that he met the love of his life, Gay Lambert, and married her on January 28, 1955. Their marriage was later solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple. Married for 55 years, starting to enjoy retirement, Gay succumbed to a massive stroke in February of this year. The last few months have been ones of yearning to be together again with his beloved wife. Gordon was a salesman at heart, and after attaining the certificate of Journeyman Machinist, he went on to be one of the 'Greatest Salesmen' in the world. Gordon retired from Scholzen Products in 2008. Gordon was an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and held many positions, where he loved teaching the Gospel. Gordon enjoyed the beauties of this Earth, especially Mt. Olympus, sunsets, and sunrises. He enjoyed reading, travel, and the Utah Jazz, and college ballgames. He enjoyed gardening and always maintained his yard with care. He loved music, and especially great harmonizing voices. He possessed a beautiful voice as well. Gordon is survived by his children: Kerry G. (Lanette) Smith, Shanette S. (Clark) Dudley, Lana (Kenney) Prior, Daniel L. (Denice) Smith, and Amber (Mark) Stoknes, and many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Also survived by one brother, Sterling Smith, Redding. CA, and one sister, Eunice Jones of Grand Junction, CO. Funeral services will begin at 12 noon on Saturday, May 15, 2010, at the Dover Hill Chapel at 3625 Dover Hill Drive. (7570 South). Friends and family may call at Wasatch Lawn Mortuary, 3401 S. Highland Drive from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. Friday night, May 14th and from 10:30 a.m. till 11:30 a.m. on Saturday before the services at the chapel. Interment at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. - He will be missed -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5146305477345615840?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5146305477345615840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5146305477345615840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5146305477345615840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5146305477345615840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bye-for-now.html' title='Good-bye for now...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S-1Y8FWPsyI/AAAAAAAACTo/Ny1diHUsfl0/s72-c/GrandpaSmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1838175325634431529</id><published>2010-04-28T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:20:03.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to know what I think the tell-tale sign is that someone is PREGNANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they haven't blogged for, I don't know, say maybe, a month and 7 days (when they're usually a once-a-weeker)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't figured it out by now (or if my sweet&amp;nbsp;Grandma Dudley hasn't told you yet), yes &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am PREGNANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due: November 17th (11 weeks along, just heard the heart beat today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Sick, sick, sick. This has been my sickest pregnancy yet.&amp;nbsp; Hence the lack of blogging. Or anything else productive. But other than that, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;extremely grateful, blessed, and excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender predictions: Brad, my mom, Mara, Katie, and Mallory all think it's a &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's another &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1838175325634431529?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1838175325634431529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1838175325634431529' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1838175325634431529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1838175325634431529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/want-to-know-what-i-think-tell-tale.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7826441213446290093</id><published>2010-03-21T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:19:04.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we read books in storage bins&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bX2y9HWNI/AAAAAAAACR4/VQzucLMI1PA/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bX2y9HWNI/AAAAAAAACR4/VQzucLMI1PA/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we don't go to the store until our fridge looks like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bX9FI9LlI/AAAAAAAACSA/LWVC-vHYhbo/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bX9FI9LlI/AAAAAAAACSA/LWVC-vHYhbo/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we look adorable while playing in curtains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYEKQPzII/AAAAAAAACSI/CoyrKhBFhoI/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYEKQPzII/AAAAAAAACSI/CoyrKhBFhoI/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we get really really really bored and resort to all sorts of silliness to cure our boredom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYJkxj-EI/AAAAAAAACSQ/o4hOf0EuJ0s/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYJkxj-EI/AAAAAAAACSQ/o4hOf0EuJ0s/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we take self portraits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYU4gYy7I/AAAAAAAACSY/MoMYNxWqieg/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYU4gYy7I/AAAAAAAACSY/MoMYNxWqieg/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it's hard to be 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYbXve6xI/AAAAAAAACSg/kEXC-VNlzQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYbXve6xI/AAAAAAAACSg/kEXC-VNlzQ8/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYlScjMHI/AAAAAAAACSo/vySulbj7OeA/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYlScjMHI/AAAAAAAACSo/vySulbj7OeA/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYu-ojM1I/AAAAAAAACSw/W4AyvIG1QCM/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bYu-ojM1I/AAAAAAAACSw/W4AyvIG1QCM/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes whilst getting ready for Friday Family swim night we put our brothers swim diapers on our head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bY9-FtYHI/AAAAAAAACTA/rRJR8Lhz0Js/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bY9-FtYHI/AAAAAAAACTA/rRJR8Lhz0Js/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bZD12KZoI/AAAAAAAACTI/LsLFM4MMkIo/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bZD12KZoI/AAAAAAAACTI/LsLFM4MMkIo/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it's still hard to be 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bZKmlPx3I/AAAAAAAACTQ/8W2M6ZirWMA/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bZKmlPx3I/AAAAAAAACTQ/8W2M6ZirWMA/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bZS-1DctI/AAAAAAAACTY/anWgTLjBLOo/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bZS-1DctI/AAAAAAAACTY/anWgTLjBLOo/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it's really hard to try something new for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bWpNszKVI/AAAAAAAACRI/Fi_9hi2q0TI/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bWpNszKVI/AAAAAAAACRI/Fi_9hi2q0TI/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bWw4XCkzI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_yjdToDCxSg/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bWw4XCkzI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_yjdToDCxSg/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bW4CVOkyI/AAAAAAAACRY/dWHWth_3qW4/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bW4CVOkyI/AAAAAAAACRY/dWHWth_3qW4/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bW_Iw9ngI/AAAAAAAACRg/0HmoQg2Z6JM/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And at least once a day, it's still hard to be 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bY3Jf2aVI/AAAAAAAACS4/n_HTzgfhQx4/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bY3Jf2aVI/AAAAAAAACS4/n_HTzgfhQx4/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes Chase likes to take his diaper off before he falls asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bXoA0RjdI/AAAAAAAACRo/eOD2pZs6gmA/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bXoA0RjdI/AAAAAAAACRo/eOD2pZs6gmA/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good Night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7826441213446290093?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7826441213446290093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7826441213446290093' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7826441213446290093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7826441213446290093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S6bX2y9HWNI/AAAAAAAACR4/VQzucLMI1PA/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5206311120015670733</id><published>2010-03-09T15:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:01:07.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts...</title><content type='html'>I believe there are many important "firsts" in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still [embarrassingly] remember my first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely remember the first time I saw Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first moment[s] I found out I was pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first moment of meeting my precious boys face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first moment I realized and knew that &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;my religion&lt;/a&gt; was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first time I realized that I was doing exactly the right thing and exactly the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week (and last week for that matter), I've been remembering the first time I tasted one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S5aqOenMyrI/AAAAAAAACOg/1FwTNctll44/s1600-h/samoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S5aqOenMyrI/AAAAAAAACOg/1FwTNctll44/s200/samoa.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Samoas. How I love them. Last Sunday I ate a whole box for lunch (give or take a few that I let my husband and kids have). I won't let myself buy more than&amp;nbsp;two boxes per year. But everytime I see those darn girl scouts at my mall or my grocery store my mouth starts watering. Until next year, I suppose, until next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5206311120015670733?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5206311120015670733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5206311120015670733' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5206311120015670733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5206311120015670733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/firsts.html' title='Firsts...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S5aqOenMyrI/AAAAAAAACOg/1FwTNctll44/s72-c/samoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7660974022905884314</id><published>2010-02-25T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:05:05.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Those of you who read this blog often enough have heard me mention a time or two that poor little Nick is scared of everyone and everything. New situations are especially hard for him, and he also has an unexplained fear of adults, especially adult men (which my pediatrician assured me is normal and he should [hopefully] grown out of. Like maybe when he becomes an adult man). So imagine our surprise when his preschool sent home a flier for a 6 week soccer clinic and Nick expressed his desire to sign up! We explained that this would be with people he doesn't know and the coaches would indeed be grown up men. NICE grown up men, we emphasized. But he still insisted that he wanted to play soccer. Thinking and hoping that we were moving out of one phase and into another, we readily obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7y9z6FSI/AAAAAAAACN8/1vI32vlB5_0/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7y9z6FSI/AAAAAAAACN8/1vI32vlB5_0/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7zGkj4RI/AAAAAAAACOE/Ea4U20SH39o/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7zGkj4RI/AAAAAAAACOE/Ea4U20SH39o/s400/IMG_0138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Oh, but wait. Lest you think everything runs smoothly, let me assure you that Nick will only participate in class if he has Daddy on "his team." So yes, he is the oldest and the biggest in the class (besides Brad) and he is also the only one that must be touching his parent the entire time. I think we're all ready for the clinic to be over. Especially Brad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7zSg0nZI/AAAAAAAACOM/LONX7cEF9lM/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7zSg0nZI/AAAAAAAACOM/LONX7cEF9lM/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7zytgArI/AAAAAAAACOU/54yfmn5G0i0/s1600-h/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7zytgArI/AAAAAAAACOU/54yfmn5G0i0/s400/IMG_0135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I guess we're not quite out of this phase yet. I love this silly little boy!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7660974022905884314?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7660974022905884314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7660974022905884314' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7660974022905884314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7660974022905884314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/soccer.html' title='Soccer...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S4a7y9z6FSI/AAAAAAAACN8/1vI32vlB5_0/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1903981931031964341</id><published>2010-02-16T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:00:03.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S3q9_JrPMxI/AAAAAAAACNU/WIMVWxirJaU/s1600-h/Grandma+Smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S3q9_JrPMxI/AAAAAAAACNU/WIMVWxirJaU/s320/Grandma+Smith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lois Gay Lambert Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1936-2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas parties with chocolate mint truffles and pinatas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming parties in her pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beautiful singing voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her candy (she was a professional candy maker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stayed with us and took care of&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;after my mom had surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of trips to see her and grandpa in St.George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her facebook messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be missed, Grandma... Glad you are finding peace in a better place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1903981931031964341?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1903981931031964341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1903981931031964341' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1903981931031964341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1903981931031964341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S3q9_JrPMxI/AAAAAAAACNU/WIMVWxirJaU/s72-c/Grandma+Smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2413799853901424512</id><published>2010-02-09T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:04:54.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a bit down today. My mom, who got here on Saturday and was supposed to stay until Friday, had to leave today because my Grandma Smith (her mom) has had a massive stroke and is laying on life support in a hospital in Utah. I'm wishing I were there with my family. And because of this, my thoughts have been consumed by the influence and power a mother can and does have over her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month ago, we were playing hide and go seek as a family one night. I was hiding in the kitchen while Brad counted, and Nick ran over to join me. He sat on my lap, looked up at me with a huge grin on his face and said "I love you, Mom." This is not something he iniates saying on his own very often, and I melted. He was so happy and was having so much fun. It reminded me of my favortie quote from my favorite talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Recognize that the joy of motherhood comes in moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There will be hard times and frustrating times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joy and satisfaction." -M. Russel&amp;nbsp;Ballard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick has grown up a lot lately. I'm finally starting to feel like my consistency is paying off (er...maybe he's just growing and maturing). All I know is that I love this boy. And I'm grateful to a Father in Heaven who helps me with my patience and dilligence to try and be the kind of mother&amp;nbsp;he, and Chase,&amp;nbsp;deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S3IStiM4YfI/AAAAAAAACNM/VGmLjP4jGl8/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S3IStiM4YfI/AAAAAAAACNM/VGmLjP4jGl8/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Tonight Chase purposefully knocked over and broke a vase that he knows he's not supposed to touch. While on time out he sang "Love At Home" at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-2413799853901424512?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2413799853901424512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=2413799853901424512' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2413799853901424512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2413799853901424512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S3IStiM4YfI/AAAAAAAACNM/VGmLjP4jGl8/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-4591181701116901510</id><published>2010-02-02T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:44:51.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FACT: It is the responsible, adult, smart thing to do to put all of your tax return into your savings account with the exception of making a few, small necessary purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALITY: When you're wandering around Wal-Mart waiting for them to change the battery in your car (an example of said small necessary purchase), and you see a wagon that you've had your eye on for TWO YEARS go from $99 to $40, sometimes you have to let your husband (the finance  PhD student, mind you) be the responsible, adult, smart one while you splurge just a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited, to say the least. But not as excited as these dudes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2jfsZ70XdI/AAAAAAAACM0/RxnqlehjRzc/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433838904391523794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2jfsZ70XdI/AAAAAAAACM0/RxnqlehjRzc/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And for the record, the box has been as big of a hit as the wagon itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2jgVzO9YeI/AAAAAAAACNE/0IBnjIN6g4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433839615557329378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2jgVzO9YeI/AAAAAAAACNE/0IBnjIN6g4Q/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, the wagon is half the size of my living room, and Yes, my boys have fought over it at least 5 times a day since its purchase. But it was worth it. Remember all the fun we had in Grandma and Grandpa's driveway with their little red wagon, my Dudley cousins? Incidentally &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; wagon is now occupied as a planter in my parents flower garden! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-4591181701116901510?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4591181701116901510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=4591181701116901510' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4591181701116901510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4591181701116901510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/fact-it-is-responsible-adult-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2jfsZ70XdI/AAAAAAAACM0/RxnqlehjRzc/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-8465605795908313135</id><published>2010-01-30T15:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:33:32.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody turned 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2Sk9rYhsVI/AAAAAAAACMs/UlfkwBqhaaw/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432648430040232274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2Sk9rYhsVI/AAAAAAAACMs/UlfkwBqhaaw/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "baby" may or may not have turned 2 last week. And I may or may not be in denial about it. I finally understand what my mom means when she still tells us "you'll always be my baby." As a side note, blogger usually always lets me arrange the order of my pictures without a problem but today it won't. If this contines to happen, blogger and I are going to have serious issues. Seriously. Anyway, onto my birthday boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least once a day, Chase grabs this dinosaur and chases me around the house with it, roaring at me. It's adorable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2Sgfjd-pZI/AAAAAAAACMk/0KEkENMDSpA/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432643514473031058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2Sgfjd-pZI/AAAAAAAACMk/0KEkENMDSpA/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase's bedtime line-up: light blue blankie that Mara made him, random star blankie that he grew an attachment to, his duck that he got in the ER when he had to get stitches, and his teddy bear. He has to have these when he goes to bed and he has to take them with him when he gets up. He names them one by one until he has all 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432643249779268578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SgQJaEW-I/AAAAAAAACMU/trREH2y0XtU/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby in a box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfSuoFCUI/AAAAAAAACMM/q3PE5JdA0ms/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432642194618255682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfSuoFCUI/AAAAAAAACMM/q3PE5JdA0ms/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was taken at the end of a long day. I had been trying all day to get pictures of him doing the things he loves to do, and he had had it. He was running from me at this point, hence the fuzziness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfScHi0jI/AAAAAAAACME/YzLPOnIDQ7c/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432642189649957426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfScHi0jI/AAAAAAAACME/YzLPOnIDQ7c/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's always been great at finding things to entertain himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfSBKVthI/AAAAAAAACL8/WOVOyLvfMjc/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432642182413923858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfSBKVthI/AAAAAAAACL8/WOVOyLvfMjc/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves trains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfR1k00oI/AAAAAAAACL0/67eLUV6ANKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432642179303789186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfR1k00oI/AAAAAAAACL0/67eLUV6ANKQ/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the face I get when I tell him to smile for the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfRUnsR8I/AAAAAAAACLs/5eCNDasvcpE/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432642170457442242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SfRUnsR8I/AAAAAAAACLs/5eCNDasvcpE/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken after his birthday dinner, getting ready for his brownies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeZXTt0hI/AAAAAAAACLk/oYEt6lfGwJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432641209106289170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeZXTt0hI/AAAAAAAACLk/oYEt6lfGwJ0/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening a present. He loves to read and loves the "How Do Dinosaurs..." series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeZNm3fJI/AAAAAAAACLc/oJ9xNj2vmSE/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432641206502259858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeZNm3fJI/AAAAAAAACLc/oJ9xNj2vmSE/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is as far as my cake/brownie decorating skills go (but I must admit they tasted really good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeYnrw7lI/AAAAAAAACLU/Qgc4LQCWx8w/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432641196322254418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeYnrw7lI/AAAAAAAACLU/Qgc4LQCWx8w/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase loves to try on shoes, although my boots present him with a bit more of a challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeYMqhKmI/AAAAAAAACLE/54WoF9Mz4x0/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432641189069269602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2SeYMqhKmI/AAAAAAAACLE/54WoF9Mz4x0/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This crazy boy brings me so much joy. I love how he calles himself "Chasey" and his big brother "Nicky." I appreciate his sweet temperment and that he is usually happy and friendly. I love the inflection in his voice and the way he sings and sings and sings. Happy Birthday, Chasey boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-8465605795908313135?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8465605795908313135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=8465605795908313135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8465605795908313135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8465605795908313135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/somebody-turned-2.html' title='Somebody turned 2...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S2Sk9rYhsVI/AAAAAAAACMs/UlfkwBqhaaw/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-8138222331794469469</id><published>2010-01-19T15:56:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:25:48.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in a land called Ohio, lived Jeff and Debbie...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428564084104453042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiRdF9W7I/AAAAAAAACHs/qDjQxNumqY0/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late in the year 2009, all of their children came to said Ohio to celebrate a lovely holiday we like to call Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428583245392059490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yzsyc7HGI/AAAAAAAACKU/v2wWk7Je7Ks/s320/20091225-img109-E6y10mP4y3mB1y9m-christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these children brought their children...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428583239375102066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YzscCXoHI/AAAAAAAACKM/Eh5-wppoqRQ/s320/20091225-img089-E6y10mP4y3mB1y9m-christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many adventures took place, such as making cookies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428583261708837282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YztvPJYaI/AAAAAAAACKs/sPGLqWCc59g/s320/20091223-img16-E6y10mP4y3mB1y9m-cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428583250436613970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YztFPo51I/AAAAAAAACKc/iXk7FbnLB-0/s320/20091223-img07-E6y10mP4y3mB1y9m-cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eating cookies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428583253453600018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YztQe8dRI/AAAAAAAACKk/GyhgFlGvqME/s320/20091223-img24-E6y10mP4y3mB1y9m-cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frosting was in abundance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428583570296703170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yz_s0OiMI/AAAAAAAACK0/XlNJgQTAFGo/s320/20091223-img45-E6y10mP4y3mB1y9m-cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As were presents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567445283062306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlVGdYwiI/AAAAAAAACJs/bfoqVJF8f9Q/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mother Earth gave them a beautiful, bright rainbow on Christmas day to enjoy from the front yard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlWfLCwEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/-D4C7eCk7Bk/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567469096878146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlWfLCwEI/AAAAAAAACJ8/-D4C7eCk7Bk/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Nick and Chase received their much asked for GEO TRAX from Santa, because they don't already have enough tracks in their tiny house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlV29I3VI/AAAAAAAACJ0/6n0aYYribtA/s1600-h/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567458301140306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlV29I3VI/AAAAAAAACJ0/6n0aYYribtA/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Chase thought the perfect cuddle spot with Grandma would be right in front of the fridge (and Grandma took what she could get)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567477105059810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlW9AV5-I/AAAAAAAACKE/xP6AkXVMC6I/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And Grandma and Grandpa were noble and brave and took all 5 grandkids to TWO movies the day after Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlU5Fq1GI/AAAAAAAACJk/2lVFrp8-96M/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567441693922402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YlU5Fq1GI/AAAAAAAACJk/2lVFrp8-96M/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YkAM10SUI/AAAAAAAACJc/89xF61sReW0/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565986707261762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YkAM10SUI/AAAAAAAACJc/89xF61sReW0/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Chase ate much popcorn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj_mdyWeI/AAAAAAAACJU/9TTlm65Z0Bw/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565976405924322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj_mdyWeI/AAAAAAAACJU/9TTlm65Z0Bw/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nick enjoyed having a make-shift bed on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj_dLzphI/AAAAAAAACJM/zuvY3ufCIIY/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565973914592786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj_dLzphI/AAAAAAAACJM/zuvY3ufCIIY/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Chase would crawl on his parents bed and beg to take naps (oh wait, this is a TRUE story)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj_HvEPzI/AAAAAAAACJE/rLvK6-z3FrE/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565968156901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj_HvEPzI/AAAAAAAACJE/rLvK6-z3FrE/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the week after Christmas (after they all passed around a 24 hour miserable stomach bug) Jeff and Debbie treated everyone to an indoor water park for two days, where these two brothers stayed in their first hotel room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj-sOrZyI/AAAAAAAACI8/2aAEVOonTEk/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565960773297954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yj-sOrZyI/AAAAAAAACI8/2aAEVOonTEk/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they played with Brennen (and Ella and Preston, but Nick and Chase's mother is horrible at taking pictures)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YjKqjyvPI/AAAAAAAACI0/QvA_O8OKI4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565066971790578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YjKqjyvPI/AAAAAAAACI0/QvA_O8OKI4Q/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards, back home, someone turned 28...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YjJ4gBO3I/AAAAAAAACIc/za7v67fuj2c/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565053534190450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YjJ4gBO3I/AAAAAAAACIc/za7v67fuj2c/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mallory is still pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YjJpod88I/AAAAAAAACIU/LoSTbPKDsyA/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428565049543095234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YjJpod88I/AAAAAAAACIU/LoSTbPKDsyA/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we brought in the New Year with the traditional and wonderful and delicious appetizer party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiS0QfSRI/AAAAAAAACIM/XshtLOaz1hQ/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428564107502504210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiS0QfSRI/AAAAAAAACIM/XshtLOaz1hQ/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Grandpa told Nick incredible bed-time stories each night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiSr0sZvI/AAAAAAAACIE/k_D5xszIbTI/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428564105238439666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiSr0sZvI/AAAAAAAACIE/k_D5xszIbTI/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Sunday afternoon looked like this for the adults...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiR4DgdkI/AAAAAAAACH8/RodI1dPERY0/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428564091341928002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiR4DgdkI/AAAAAAAACH8/RodI1dPERY0/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this for the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiRgcDcVI/AAAAAAAACH0/qO2q35vwK6U/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428564085002432850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiRgcDcVI/AAAAAAAACH0/qO2q35vwK6U/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after all that fun, we had to return to the Land of the Freezing, PA, and create our own fun with shaving cream and trucks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhNeKVcnI/AAAAAAAACHk/MrlEI5dbIGg/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428562916160139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhNeKVcnI/AAAAAAAACHk/MrlEI5dbIGg/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sitting on the counter to help mom cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhM2MdtNI/AAAAAAAACHc/knjCi4EBZMY/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428562905431651538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhM2MdtNI/AAAAAAAACHc/knjCi4EBZMY/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhM8YFahI/AAAAAAAACHU/pwmmHJKVWH8/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428562907091003922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhM8YFahI/AAAAAAAACHU/pwmmHJKVWH8/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we hit the books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhMOrpGRI/AAAAAAAACHM/reozizNxSSk/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428562894825003282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhMOrpGRI/AAAAAAAACHM/reozizNxSSk/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428559220111967778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd2VTyBiI/AAAAAAAACF0/djJrmOpNpOk/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And found out that our voices sound super cool when we yell into the fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhL3BPLoI/AAAAAAAACHE/DWaXheXSk7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428562888473128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YhL3BPLoI/AAAAAAAACHE/DWaXheXSk7Q/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the only real entertainment we now have is from this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye1w1lfRI/AAAAAAAACG8/sjZlqj3Dfdo/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428560309833268498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye1w1lfRI/AAAAAAAACG8/sjZlqj3Dfdo/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who makes our faces look like this for half an hour a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye1o7ajmI/AAAAAAAACG0/nEqV_RRA1hI/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428560307710234210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye1o7ajmI/AAAAAAAACG0/nEqV_RRA1hI/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the mother of the house refused to take out her recycling (this is the land of the FREEZING after all), and so the pile on the back patio now looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye1JVtohI/AAAAAAAACGs/h1Ebsp0igR8/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428560299230601746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye1JVtohI/AAAAAAAACGs/h1Ebsp0igR8/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because you have to walk THIS far to the recycling bins (do you see them? Yep, neither do I) and then you have to stand there and sort the clear glass, colored glass, plastic, paper, and metal cans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye0hRe4PI/AAAAAAAACGk/E6j_DPHlAKI/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428560288475439346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye0hRe4PI/AAAAAAAACGk/E6j_DPHlAKI/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But we're still enjoying our milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye0c5dTrI/AAAAAAAACGc/zLpDSmg-75I/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428560287300931250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Ye0c5dTrI/AAAAAAAACGc/zLpDSmg-75I/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we still cry to go play outside in the cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd3gprvhI/AAAAAAAACGU/YcIrMPXSDSg/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428559240336490002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd3gprvhI/AAAAAAAACGU/YcIrMPXSDSg/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that we can see our cute neighbor Russ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd3fRJYjI/AAAAAAAACGM/wF9Q4zvgvII/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428559239965139506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd3fRJYjI/AAAAAAAACGM/wF9Q4zvgvII/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we still drink green smoothies in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd3Mr_jwI/AAAAAAAACGE/W_aHZe77qEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428559234977468162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd3Mr_jwI/AAAAAAAACGE/W_aHZe77qEQ/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pretend to be pirates, amoung other things, all day long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd26u2JkI/AAAAAAAACF8/I4ltsHZkP4E/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428559230157596226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1Yd26u2JkI/AAAAAAAACF8/I4ltsHZkP4E/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we believe, despite the sub zero temperatures and having to part with our families after the holidays, that we will indeed live &lt;em&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-8138222331794469469?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8138222331794469469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=8138222331794469469' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8138222331794469469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/8138222331794469469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/story.html' title='A story'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/S1YiRdF9W7I/AAAAAAAACHs/qDjQxNumqY0/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2198010638014011034</id><published>2009-12-25T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:17:04.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Good in the Hood' on the news</title><content type='html'>Check out my cute brother Daniel and his non-profit organization. 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on the news'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5685296937133750450</id><published>2009-12-23T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:28:07.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SzJ9Vau5i1I/AAAAAAAACFk/53nejfqaQ-Q/s1600-h/Xmas+4x5.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SzJ9Vau5i1I/AAAAAAAACFk/53nejfqaQ-Q/s320/Xmas+4x5.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SzJ9VnMuzLI/AAAAAAAACFs/2-8pTIvL0Jg/s1600-h/Xmas+4x5.5+BACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SzJ9VnMuzLI/AAAAAAAACFs/2-8pTIvL0Jg/s320/Xmas+4x5.5+BACK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-5685296937133750450?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5685296937133750450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5685296937133750450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5685296937133750450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5685296937133750450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SzJ9Vau5i1I/AAAAAAAACFk/53nejfqaQ-Q/s72-c/Xmas+4x5.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-785737350912710881</id><published>2009-12-16T21:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:40:38.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we do celebrate the holidays...</title><content type='html'>I'm playing a bit of catch-up tonight, posting about some of our holiday happenings as well as some random pictures in between. Let's start with Halloween. Are there any other moms in the world that have to bribe their kids to dress up for school and trick-or-treating? Neither of my kids wanted to and both shed the majority of their costumes with the first few minutes. Nevertheless, we perservered. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We colored some pumpkins. Chase participated by sitting on the table and watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmU2ZXaoI/AAAAAAAACFE/r1Sp6bCAYXE/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042904019233410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmU2ZXaoI/AAAAAAAACFE/r1Sp6bCAYXE/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick, hard at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmUId3ZsI/AAAAAAAACE0/5FHBfe4XSKI/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042891690075842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmUId3ZsI/AAAAAAAACE0/5FHBfe4XSKI/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished result...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042897951740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmUfyw1AI/AAAAAAAACE8/rqTJCiioVr8/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this silly boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmTxM_I1I/AAAAAAAACEs/0wvtYlP8fPo/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042885445264210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmTxM_I1I/AAAAAAAACEs/0wvtYlP8fPo/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlyxXPIjI/AAAAAAAACEk/YC-9VbVP2vU/s1600-h/IMG_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042318552572466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlyxXPIjI/AAAAAAAACEk/YC-9VbVP2vU/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, the cowboy, would not wear cowboy boots or chaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symlynu6eUI/AAAAAAAACEc/nam11mQU6WE/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042315967527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symlynu6eUI/AAAAAAAACEc/nam11mQU6WE/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trick-or-treating with the neighborhood crew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlyWtnSjI/AAAAAAAACEU/SvXB6K9oorA/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042311398672946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlyWtnSjI/AAAAAAAACEU/SvXB6K9oorA/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture...look at that Nick --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symlxwxed4I/AAAAAAAACEM/Idejrn4sBNE/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042301214324610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symlxwxed4I/AAAAAAAACEM/Idejrn4sBNE/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick loves creating things with his blocks and legos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlxiOziRI/AAAAAAAACEE/AP_T40AoKCo/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042297310808338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlxiOziRI/AAAAAAAACEE/AP_T40AoKCo/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a quick trip to UT over Thanksgiving. My cute mom made Indian necklaces and headbands with the boys on Thanksgiving day before the big feast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlBJ8BT6I/AAAAAAAACD8/m_aZe0wE69A/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416041466155847586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlBJ8BT6I/AAAAAAAACD8/m_aZe0wE69A/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlA8Uw7mI/AAAAAAAACD0/vz41gU801JQ/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416041462501535330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlA8Uw7mI/AAAAAAAACD0/vz41gU801JQ/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute Jack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlATXBPlI/AAAAAAAACDs/g73JZtcngDo/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416041451505139282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlATXBPlI/AAAAAAAACDs/g73JZtcngDo/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlAK2lcYI/AAAAAAAACDk/CsjexSrOExw/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416041449221616002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymlAK2lcYI/AAAAAAAACDk/CsjexSrOExw/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symk_6ZhO6I/AAAAAAAACDc/mvH_Ingzf4s/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416041444804737954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symk_6ZhO6I/AAAAAAAACDc/mvH_Ingzf4s/s320/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do my children never have pants on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj9Hy9-LI/AAAAAAAACDU/iYyyhBZRsa8/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416040297349904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj9Hy9-LI/AAAAAAAACDU/iYyyhBZRsa8/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they have undies on! Isn't this the cutest little naked Indian you've ever seen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj8wna04I/AAAAAAAACDM/j3gAvpJKmqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416040291127448450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj8wna04I/AAAAAAAACDM/j3gAvpJKmqQ/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "babies" with Uncle Daniel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj8SLrVkI/AAAAAAAACDE/q0hDw1sc0Jc/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416040282958026306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj8SLrVkI/AAAAAAAACDE/q0hDw1sc0Jc/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the boys watched 'Polar Express' once a day, on whatever screen they could. Combining trains and Christmas...brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj8ISW7kI/AAAAAAAACC8/qa35LRckcSU/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416040280301694530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj8ISW7kI/AAAAAAAACC8/qa35LRckcSU/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Marsy (such a thoughtful, helpful, beautiful, fun Aunt and sister) with Nicky-boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj7x4XYcI/AAAAAAAACC0/iIhyaKpGmWA/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416040274287092162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symj7x4XYcI/AAAAAAAACC0/iIhyaKpGmWA/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick and Jack...non-stop fun, adventures, pretending, trains, and laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjHnVZA_I/AAAAAAAACCs/Nlwid9csTX0/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039378102846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjHnVZA_I/AAAAAAAACCs/Nlwid9csTX0/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase fell asleep on the way home from church last week, normal occurence. What wasn't normal was that he didn't wake up when Brad got him out of the car, carried him inside, and put him on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjG4oyANI/AAAAAAAACCc/VHlgDy0ekE4/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039365567709394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjG4oyANI/AAAAAAAACCc/VHlgDy0ekE4/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked Nick to gently and nicely wake him up and he did just that. He's a great big brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039374639252386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjHabmw6I/AAAAAAAACCk/mGXBsdFALLs/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase LOVES to throw things. Toys, household item, and especially FOOD. Messes like this are a normal occurence around here. And I really wish he would keep a bib on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjGv2GU0I/AAAAAAAACCU/x85aftKQrN8/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039363207648066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymjGv2GU0I/AAAAAAAACCU/x85aftKQrN8/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Nick's friend, Julia, over the other day. Julia asked if I would paint her nails and I jumped at the chance. Nick watched sheepishly for a bit and then HE jumped at the chance when I offered to paint his. It lasted for about 5 seconds before he asked me to take it off, but still a Kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416056727328445474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symy5ePG1CI/AAAAAAAACFM/PtID7dVhx7o/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we took the kids to the 'Polar Express' event that our library does every year. They read the book, then load us up on this bus and take us to Santa's workshop where the kids get to visit Santa and pick out a toy. My kids love this book and were very excited. But they do not like Santa. Nick insisted on seeing him so that he could tell him what he wants for Christmas (Geotrax), but wouldn't sit on his lap or look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme8XbGWSI/AAAAAAAACCE/pdbRekT32TA/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416034786806749474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme8XbGWSI/AAAAAAAACCE/pdbRekT32TA/s320/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "train" ride over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme8N4J-pI/AAAAAAAACB8/94NnfSU1n8U/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416034784244267666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme8N4J-pI/AAAAAAAACB8/94NnfSU1n8U/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase sat like this on Santa's lap the whole time. And you can't tell in this picture, but Santa looked like Dumbledore.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416057329376146290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymzchCds3I/AAAAAAAACFU/oGrjJLobkwk/s320/kids%26santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday church was cancelled (ice storm) so Nick and I made gingerbread cookies while Brad and Chase took afternoon naps. This is something my mom always did with us, and it's been fun to carry on traditions. Nick loves to cook and help in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme73C14FI/AAAAAAAACB0/0oWM2JxENk0/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416034778115072082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme73C14FI/AAAAAAAACB0/0oWM2JxENk0/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme7d0VEYI/AAAAAAAACBs/A27je0O4Z2c/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416034771343315330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme7d0VEYI/AAAAAAAACBs/A27je0O4Z2c/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick stole the camera and took some pictures of his own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme7G24NiI/AAAAAAAACBk/2ce3bIS3KSE/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416034765179991586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Syme7G24NiI/AAAAAAAACBk/2ce3bIS3KSE/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd_lBNKhI/AAAAAAAACBc/T1RRMAOqbcY/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416033742484220434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd_lBNKhI/AAAAAAAACBc/T1RRMAOqbcY/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase helped when he woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd_ZwhSJI/AAAAAAAACBU/gxi-X3YShpI/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416033739461445778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd_ZwhSJI/AAAAAAAACBU/gxi-X3YShpI/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd-8hkpxI/AAAAAAAACBM/oEI67ZOky_w/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416033731614123794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd-8hkpxI/AAAAAAAACBM/oEI67ZOky_w/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the finished product -- yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd-rdowMI/AAAAAAAACBE/0Fw7CJXaufA/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416033727034212546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Symd-rdowMI/AAAAAAAACBE/0Fw7CJXaufA/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-785737350912710881?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/785737350912710881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=785737350912710881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/785737350912710881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/785737350912710881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-we-do-celebrate-holidays.html' title='Yes, we do celebrate the holidays...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SymmU2ZXaoI/AAAAAAAACFE/r1Sp6bCAYXE/s72-c/IMG_1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-62942759693763435</id><published>2009-12-11T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:36:56.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally worth the $5.28...</title><content type='html'>Brad and I went to Blockbuster tonight for the first time in ages. When we walked out with ONE movie and five-dollars-and-twenty-eight-cents less money in our pockets, I felt a bit annoyed -- no wonder redbox and netflix is putting these folks out of business! But I must admit that this film was worth every penny:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414203033309553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SyMc-R5CI0I/AAAAAAAACA8/5Tr25rcO0cE/s320/food,inc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now while I promise that this blog will not turn into a soap box of why we should all eat whole, organic foods (I'm just a wee bit excited/obsessed with it right now), I must highly recommend this movie. And that's all I'll say about it. It's good. And informative. The end.&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/6149754251957020128-62942759693763435?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/62942759693763435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=62942759693763435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/62942759693763435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/62942759693763435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-worth-528.html' title='Totally worth the $5.28...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SyMc-R5CI0I/AAAAAAAACA8/5Tr25rcO0cE/s72-c/food,inc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2805864712048639429</id><published>2009-12-06T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:44:29.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>Okay, not really that big of changes. This week I have delved into the world of organic food, and me likey. I wish it didn't cost more than normal food, but we're going to keep it up. The more I read about what is put into and on our food, the more I don't like it. I need to find some good websites and such, if anyone has any suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real reason for blogging, though, was to post the recipe for what we had for dinner tonight. It's just too easy, healthy, and yummy not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesto Turkey Burgers&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground turkey&lt;br /&gt;3 tbls parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 tbls pesto&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup pine nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix ingredients together and grill outside or on your George Foreman grill. We served ours with spinach, tomato, and onion and it was DELICIOUS. Thanks for the recipe, &lt;a href="http://www.kdphotography.org/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-2805864712048639429?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2805864712048639429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=2805864712048639429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2805864712048639429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/2805864712048639429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-3748528506334921907</id><published>2009-12-05T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:23:39.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For my husband</title><content type='html'>If you know me at all, you know that I could seriously care less about football...or any sport for that matter. But this is certainly not the case when it comes to my better half, who rather enjoys following and occasionally watching his precious BYU. I grew up cheering for the U, but since the degree I have came from the Y and my husband is an avid fan, I have found myself leaning more towards the blue side of things, if I lean at all. So this picture is for B-RAD. This is me expressing interest in the things you love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxqHb4D_TFI/AAAAAAAACAk/w07n2MkF7xY/s1600-h/BYU-UT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786815214406738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxqHb4D_TFI/AAAAAAAACAk/w07n2MkF7xY/s320/BYU-UT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PS- Speaking of Brad, the other night Nick was pretending to write a letter to someone. He spoke out loud as he wrote and Brad and I overheard the following: " Tomorrow is going to be such a wonderful day. Daddy is going to stay home and play with the kids, and Mommy is going to do our dishes!" Hmmm. I never have been the 'fun' parent. :(&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/6149754251957020128-3748528506334921907?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3748528506334921907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=3748528506334921907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3748528506334921907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/3748528506334921907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-my-husband.html' title='For my husband'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxqHb4D_TFI/AAAAAAAACAk/w07n2MkF7xY/s72-c/BYU-UT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-134952901832732639</id><published>2009-11-28T17:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:31:33.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New family photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The magical &lt;a href="http://www.kdphotography.org/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; took our pictures this week! Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGiGL-WrMI/AAAAAAAACAE/Tyg9MQTqRlA/s1600/N_6444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGiGL-WrMI/AAAAAAAACAE/Tyg9MQTqRlA/s320/N_6444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282854625914050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGiFgLTRGI/AAAAAAAAB_8/VCuce41LqzM/s1600/N_6443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGiFgLTRGI/AAAAAAAAB_8/VCuce41LqzM/s320/N_6443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282842869056610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGiFe0fwEI/AAAAAAAAB_0/y2mdhHRlI08/s1600/N_6435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhm93HyXI/AAAAAAAAB_c/AakGE0I6TaQ/s320/F_6505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282318261537138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhmCIfWtI/AAAAAAAAB_U/Z3lD5VUMt7k/s1600/F_6501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhmCIfWtI/AAAAAAAAB_U/Z3lD5VUMt7k/s320/F_6501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282302228257490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhl5Kg5kI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d2EkxzWDC4s/s1600/F_6431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhl5Kg5kI/AAAAAAAAB_M/d2EkxzWDC4s/s320/F_6431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282299820828226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhlXmhx8I/AAAAAAAAB_E/A9iBewQzbuU/s1600/F_6399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhlXmhx8I/AAAAAAAAB_E/A9iBewQzbuU/s320/F_6399.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282290811520962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhlL6NHII/AAAAAAAAB-8/hVqbaMP3UG8/s1600/F_6389.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/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGhlL6NHII/AAAAAAAAB-8/hVqbaMP3UG8/s320/F_6389.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409282287672827010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGglqvvRxI/AAAAAAAAB-0/ggLTY5EEdto/s1600/C_6479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGgk1rbyVI/AAAAAAAAB-k/QIuPB7NzQRM/s320/BB_6675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409281182193666386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGgkfrXq4I/AAAAAAAAB-c/jVlzF9jAN9E/s1600/B_6610.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/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGgkfrXq4I/AAAAAAAAB-c/jVlzF9jAN9E/s320/B_6610.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409281176287816578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGgj7fj9TI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ogWmyvBDIZ8/s1600/B_6575.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/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGgj7fj9TI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ogWmyvBDIZ8/s320/B_6575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409281166574613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving! Hurray for the Christmas season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-134952901832732639?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/134952901832732639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=134952901832732639' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/134952901832732639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/134952901832732639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-family-photos.html' title='New family photos...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SxGiGL-WrMI/AAAAAAAACAE/Tyg9MQTqRlA/s72-c/N_6444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-48029566370324349</id><published>2009-11-20T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:28:26.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicky-isms</title><content type='html'>1-The other day my mom treated Nick to a date at Shivers (a local fast food joint). On the way there she asked him what he wanted, to which he replied "A grilled cheese snawich." My mom told him that was fine but then listed all the other choices so that he could make a well-informed decision (hamburger, cheese burger, hot dog, corn dog, or chicken nuggets). Nick's response to this was "Granny. I want two ingredients: bread and cheese!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-My kids use sign language pretty well which is great for me (because I  know the same signs they do) but can be a bit frustrating for other people watching them (who are left guessing). My mom was watching the kids tonight when Chase started signing something by rubbing his fingers of one hand on the palm of his other. When my mom asked Nick what Chase was signing, Nick said "It means his hand itches and he's scratching it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Nick's been mentioning more and more the last few months how badly he wants a baby sister (no, this is not an announcement). While playing with my mom a few days ago he randomly said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When Chase is older my Mommy's gonna have me a baby sister."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granny: Well what if she has a baby brother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick: Well that would be Chase's baby brother 'cause I already have a baby brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Side note: For those of you who may be worried about mine and Nick's relationship because of &lt;a href="http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/nick.html"&gt;this pos&lt;/a&gt;t, let me reassure you that things are getting better. :) I'm trying to make sure we have more positive interactions than negative ones. Today while he was having his TV hour I came and sat by him. Because he was in TV-la-la land, he let me pull him onto my lap and hug him and kiss him. I studied his facial features, his hands and feet. I saw myself in him, I saw Brad in him. I love getting to know this little human and discovering all the things that make him, HIM. Love that boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-48029566370324349?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/48029566370324349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=48029566370324349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/48029566370324349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/48029566370324349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicky-isms.html' title='Nicky-isms'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-380297430220283292</id><published>2009-10-29T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:32:24.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains and underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Can you tell where we are in this picture? Remember how I fantasized about going to the SYTYCD concert at the beginning of October with my Brad in Ohio while his wonderful mother watched the kids? Remember how my hubby is awesome and got me tickets for an early (very early) Christmas and birthday present? Remember how he went with me and even enjoyed it and squeezed my hand when I got a bit teary (only twice)?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, he's the best.&lt;br /&gt;And the concert was great, minus all the cheesy dialogue in between each number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FaRJzhI/AAAAAAAAB90/CQCcGPeNQZs/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FaRJzhI/AAAAAAAAB90/CQCcGPeNQZs/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty chill around here lately, and as the weather has turned colder we've been entertaining ourselves more and more indoors. And the longer we're inside, the more clothes are shed. Pants are optional at our house these days (but only if you're 4 years old or younger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FpPV-_I/AAAAAAAAB98/VKsq9RZp-fk/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FpPV-_I/AAAAAAAAB98/VKsq9RZp-fk/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I really can't believe how old this boy is getting. He's talking up a storm now and is rather obsessed with chocolate milk, which he pronounces as "choc-da-do." Those are the first words to come out of his mouth in the morning and after his nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FnREWiI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ASioWcgTKT8/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FnREWiI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ASioWcgTKT8/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I could swear that all these two do is bug each other and fight, but every once in a while I get to witness these precious moments. Love these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FxYs4rI/AAAAAAAAB-M/810rZqB06iM/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FxYs4rI/AAAAAAAAB-M/810rZqB06iM/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-380297430220283292?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/380297430220283292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=380297430220283292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/380297430220283292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/380297430220283292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/trains-and-underwear.html' title='Trains and underwear'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Suo0FaRJzhI/AAAAAAAAB90/CQCcGPeNQZs/s72-c/IMG_1412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-1275209921638921947</id><published>2009-10-17T15:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:26:35.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Oh, sorry. I mean Happy Halloween. I'm just a little confused from all the SNOW we've been getting here. So confused, in fact, that I've been listening to Christmas music for 2 days now. I love the first snow fall of the year (even if it is a bit too early this year). It just feels Christmas-y outside to me. Come January I'll be cursing it and this wretchedly cold town that I live in (that I actually really love...I just hate being cold). But right now, I like the snow. Even if it means that we had to go pick our Halloween pumpkins in it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393649003773680914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StoXMTER3RI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3-4RwEEplLI/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad and Nick on the wagon ride out to the pumpkin patch. It was freezing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393649014887862818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StoXM8eG0iI/AAAAAAAAB9c/n2GIrsP6Iu0/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started snowing on Thursday, and as soon as enough had accumulated on the ground Nick went out back to go sledding and make snow balls. This boy is happiest when he's outside. And lately, when he's happy, I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393649023666403202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StoXNdLEt4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/TCz0IZPTKv0/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chase, on the other hand, prefered to watch Nick from the patio. He's not too sure about the snow yet, although he loves being outside, even in the cold. Doesn't he look so old in this picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393649030709390738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StoXN3aQLZI/AAAAAAAAB9s/1gUsNDZSejU/s320/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And in response to my last post, I just want to let it be known that I have better friends and family than I deserve. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-1275209921638921947?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1275209921638921947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=1275209921638921947' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1275209921638921947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/1275209921638921947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StoXMTER3RI/AAAAAAAAB9U/3-4RwEEplLI/s72-c/IMG_1477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-5621268007759405049</id><published>2009-10-14T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:01:46.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have cried 3 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And prayed a lot more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been swung at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and kicked at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yelled at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and whined to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've comforted meltdowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and had some of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've cleaned up thrown food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thrown food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken temperatures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and given medicine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and reassured and held and kissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've threatend and yelled more than usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think he might have spent more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; timeout yesterday than out of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've contemplated child psychologists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and therapists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some[more]good self-help parenting books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've felt like a failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've questioned myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what I've done to this kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make him act the way he does sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've wondered why in the world I thought it was okay to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my mother and Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while the moments seem few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also read books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cuddled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and played with toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and taught valuable life lessons (right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and instilled responsibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that actions have consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've smiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and felt proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that this is just a phase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that this too shall pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it will all be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392516623329054466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StYRTFLqzwI/AAAAAAAAB9M/vX22_29pNdM/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6149754251957020128-5621268007759405049?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5621268007759405049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=5621268007759405049' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5621268007759405049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/5621268007759405049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/nick.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/StYRTFLqzwI/AAAAAAAAB9M/vX22_29pNdM/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-746199039554142084</id><published>2009-10-08T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:57:16.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My little brother Daniel is the CEO and founder of a company? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390303745721472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ss40spsvlZI/AAAAAAAAB88/707ywOQGRDU/s320/DanielGitH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess how much he makes? Not a penny. That's because he's awesome and has just started a legit (really, he set it up with a lawyer and everything) non-profit group called &lt;a href="http://http//goodinthehood.weebly.com/index.html"&gt;"Good in the Hood." &lt;/a&gt;Daniel has a love for other people that is unreal. It really is a gift. Now he's inspiring others to serve and love in the way he does. You can start your own chapter where you live or join the original group in good ol' Salt Lake. You can also join their group on facebook (590 members in under a week). I'm a proud big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodinthehood.weebly.com/index.html"&gt;http://goodinthehood.weebly.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-746199039554142084?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/746199039554142084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=746199039554142084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/746199039554142084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/746199039554142084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ss40spsvlZI/AAAAAAAAB88/707ywOQGRDU/s72-c/DanielGitH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-7062344533228683146</id><published>2009-10-06T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:36:26.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicky boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9Qvrw5JI/AAAAAAAAB8U/SqFs7ptDBX0/s1600-h/Fixed+11x14+IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9Qvrw5JI/AAAAAAAAB8U/SqFs7ptDBX0/s320/Fixed+11x14+IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Two weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9RBLmPuI/AAAAAAAAB8c/QZqTUuEOXok/s1600-h/20061230-I12-NicholasGoldie-14mon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9RBLmPuI/AAAAAAAAB8c/QZqTUuEOXok/s320/20061230-I12-NicholasGoldie-14mon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9RzO5LzI/AAAAAAAAB8k/lH6Si8AB1jE/s1600-h/IMG_5370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9RzO5LzI/AAAAAAAAB8k/lH6Si8AB1jE/s320/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;2 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389681212544317986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv-gc5M-iI/AAAAAAAAB80/s2xj2qK1V7g/s320/N3YR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9SPsRcMI/AAAAAAAAB8s/piemBqN14mk/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9SPsRcMI/AAAAAAAAB8s/piemBqN14mk/s320/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;4 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love October 6th. Happy birthday to my baby boy. I'm so proud of you and I'm so glad you're mine.. I love you to outer space and back (that's what Nick said to me last week)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-7062344533228683146?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7062344533228683146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=7062344533228683146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7062344533228683146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/7062344533228683146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-weeks-old-1-year-old-2-years-old-4.html' title='Nicky boy...'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Ssv9Qvrw5JI/AAAAAAAAB8U/SqFs7ptDBX0/s72-c/Fixed+11x14+IMG_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-4712807375382873309</id><published>2009-09-28T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:43:46.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?!</title><content type='html'>At the ripe old age of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;, I'm afriad the grays are taking over. I think it's time to say good-bye to my natural hair color for &lt;em&gt;FOREVER&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6149754251957020128-4712807375382873309?l=thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4712807375382873309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6149754251957020128&amp;postID=4712807375382873309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4712807375382873309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6149754251957020128/posts/default/4712807375382873309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldiefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/already.html' title='Already?!'/><author><name>Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6149754251957020128.post-2256967141540374552</id><published>2009-09-22T20:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:46:51.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back; Utah...</title><content type='html'>I've come to accept the fact that this blog is my (and my family's) journal. I don't know why that bugs me but it does. No, I do know why; it bugs me that I'm not motivated to record stuff on my own but I'm motivated to do it if everyone in cyber space can read it. It means I'm l.a.m.e. Anyway. I'm off topic already. So since this blog is our journal, I have to post the rest of our pictures of the trip to Utah, even though we've been home for a month! Let the fun begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh. Millcreek Mondays. We were there for 4, and each was awesome. Retta and Nora, my moms best friends and second moms to me, always brought presents and stuff to entertain my boys. Such thoughtful and FUNNY people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase Clark with the man he was named for... (I love my dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly5Tmtk6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/KNkY-6YjZgk/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461158338892706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly5Tmtk6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/KNkY-6YjZgk/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick's preferred watermelon eating method...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384459259403224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxKxhKxDI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/-UmyqW-EFSk/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly462NhLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/HUJGLohI2FY/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461151693014194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly462NhLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/HUJGLohI2FY/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack and Nick LOVED the bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxKTi1yKI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/OiYzXnfNZVU/s1600-h/IMG_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384459251357173922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxKTi1yKI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/OiYzXnfNZVU/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxJ39y8RI/AAAAAAAAB7I/3atD3SaP3Og/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384459243954041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxJ39y8RI/AAAAAAAAB7I/3atD3SaP3Og/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the group around the fire...er, the fire-pit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlv5wxjndI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KMXy-0-LGTg/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384457867634122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlv5wxjndI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/KMXy-0-LGTg/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt3vQzYII/AAAAAAAAB54/l5Nm7ZzfZrg/s1600-h/IMG_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384455633845313666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt3vQzYII/AAAAAAAAB54/l5Nm7ZzfZrg/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt3PCdgbI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8XZq0IhCIaw/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384455625195225522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt3PCdgbI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8XZq0IhCIaw/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384454036944518242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsayV-_GI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/qcsH0hL15tI/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is "Grandma Retta" as my boys call her. A lot of my best childhood memories include her. She deserves her own blog-post. Hilarious. Brilliant. Talented. Thoughtful. Love her. Stinks that the picture is side-ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt2l98CDI/AAAAAAAAB5o/x3TUL9Av_Y4/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384455614170400818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt2l98CDI/AAAAAAAAB5o/x3TUL9Av_Y4/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole group (plus my Grandma and Grandpa Smith who were able to join us that night)... My favorite part of this picture is Tim and Katie. If you know them, this will be funny to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461167520921522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly51z4N7I/AAAAAAAAB7w/bQ3UwWAozGc/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Saturday we took the boys to my favorite farmers market and to the fountain at Gateway. Love the stroller brigade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384459226179950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxI1wH14I/AAAAAAAAB64/siwrdNYzf8E/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Mara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384459233694294498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlxJRvroeI/AAAAAAAAB7A/tVa1WBiLL3k/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also was there for the Dudley Family Reunion, the first that's been had in awhile. It was great to reconnect with cousins and aunts and uncles. It seems that we've grown exponentially in the last few years, and this isn't even half of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384476289310126226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrmAqC3X8JI/AAAAAAAAB8I/mVlWjhvrXUA/s320/Dudley_Family_Reunion1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to spend an afternoon with my best friend Jen in Park City. I hope she's still my best friend after she sees that I posted a picture of her pregnant, in her bathing suit! Doesn't she look great, though? Jen has introduced me to many important things throughout the years... for example, spray butter. And 'So You Think You Can Dance.' And blogging. And substituting applesauce for oil when you bake. Oh yeah, and Brad. :) I love everything about her. And I wish she lived next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384457899087267778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlv7l8kh8I/AAAAAAAAB6w/iC7himGNUuw/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lunch with my bestest Oakcrest friends, which is always wonderful and hilarious. Love these ladies. My favorite thing about this picture is that we were all too chicken to ask someone in the restaurant to take the picture so NICK volunteered and took it. He pretty much rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384457889113240482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlv7Ayk86I/AAAAAAAAB6o/tb1OPtYZTrg/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to see Amy a couple of time, my amazing friend that sends me constant packages and emails that keep me sane and feeling loved. Again, another amazing woman in my life who I greatly admire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384457885752688018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlv60RW_ZI/AAAAAAAAB6g/f9-mYF4Uq3Q/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not only is my sister-in-law Katie beautiful and an amazing photographer, decorator, cook, and friend, but she's also a killer soccer player. We went to one of her games while I was there. She's the one in the middle. I think this was right after she scored a goal. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384455639657130322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt4E6cqVI/AAAAAAAAB6A/StFcLBFAH_8/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel and Nick watching the game. I've always thought Nick looked like Daniel. Aren't they the handsomest?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384455643508458818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlt4TQrRUI/AAAAAAAAB6I/KvVoWYmvp-U/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The four Dudley grandkids, cheering Katie on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsbYEbQeI/AAAAAAAAB5g/AYl-3nadkKM/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384454047071420898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsbYEbQeI/AAAAAAAAB5g/AYl-3nadkKM/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing around after the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384457878370862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srlv6YxZRVI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/zdfHlubiNG4/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another highlight of the trip was seeing the amazing Melissa. Sometimes I feel like posting an add on Craigslist that says this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted: A blonde, hilarious, thoughtful, and kind woman to go to the gym with me at 5:30am with, grocery shop with, roam the aisles of Target with, be my next-door neighbor, and hang out with everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really wanted? Melissa to move back to PA! On a bright note though, she sent me a POTATO from Idaho last week! :) Love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsaZbshNI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/y2cMN6UWRyk/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384454030257587410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsaZbshNI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/y2cMN6UWRyk/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wonderful Morgan with Nick. Nick still says he's going to marry her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsZyuy1EI/AAAAAAAAB5I/OCBa9g6Imos/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384454019868709954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsZyuy1EI/AAAAAAAAB5I/OCBa9g6Imos/s320/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful Mikayla with Chasey. These two were new babies together and now they're growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsZczAl7I/AAAAAAAAB5A/0JROBnqKZc8/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384454013980809138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/SrlsZczAl7I/AAAAAAAAB5A/0JROBnqKZc8/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a GREAT trip to UT. It was crazy busy, but well worth it. Not pictured, but equally important, was a playdate with Heidi (a best friend since junior high) and Em (a best friend since 1st grade), a fantastic camping trip to Mill Hollow, and a lunch with some other friends from junior high that I hadn't seen in forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after we got home was Brad's birthday, and his parents came in town. Nick is rather obsessed with his Grandpa Jeff, and had to be with him at all times, even when Jeff was taking a nap and Nick and Chase were watching a show.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461178096520978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly6dNTDxI/AAAAAAAAB74/TFoUloKg1zE/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week was Nick's first day at his "real" pre-school, and he's doing really well. I wouldn't say he loves it, but he has yet to cry when I drop him off, so I consider it a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461182993162114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oa1cSl52OCE/Srly6vcv34I/AAAAAAAAB8A/qK_vYq2N3ek/s320/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
