<?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-5580412007688239700</id><updated>2012-01-25T23:53:38.560-07:00</updated><category term='yes it&apos;s pudding... good source of dairy right'/><category term='my first time blogging...can anyone tell?'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>What the Smiths?</title><subtitle type='html'>Micah + Jill = Taj Man, Eden Smith &amp;amp; Olivi-Love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6936570887540410495</id><published>2012-01-25T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:53:38.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike came home after a year in Samoa. He seems to really enjoy living there, and we really enjoy hearing about it and his&amp;nbsp;adventures out at sea. We weren't sure how long he would be in town, but now that he's gone back to Samoa we wish we saw more of him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pl9j8lvZqeM/TyD2t9PPsAI/AAAAAAAADIc/9fTpPjvGQdQ/s1600/Livi+and+Mike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pl9j8lvZqeM/TyD2t9PPsAI/AAAAAAAADIc/9fTpPjvGQdQ/s640/Livi+and+Mike.jpg" width="476" /&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/-zel7OF6gnPY/TyD2yt8d-EI/AAAAAAAADIk/Wg4AgpkoS9c/s1600/Story+Time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zel7OF6gnPY/TyD2yt8d-EI/AAAAAAAADIk/Wg4AgpkoS9c/s640/Story+Time.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/-UtSCo5-E5Es/TyD22v1Sh0I/AAAAAAAADIs/NihIq6wq8sg/s1600/Uncle+Mike+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtSCo5-E5Es/TyD22v1Sh0I/AAAAAAAADIs/NihIq6wq8sg/s640/Uncle+Mike+1.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/-Ky5GRNdj8mU/TyD25cxbCsI/AAAAAAAADI0/JN4-Ajj8dpE/s1600/Uncle+Mike+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky5GRNdj8mU/TyD25cxbCsI/AAAAAAAADI0/JN4-Ajj8dpE/s640/Uncle+Mike+2.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/-EmQDzbYulZw/TyD27d--MKI/AAAAAAAADI8/0ovxVN_m8fs/s1600/Uncle+Mike+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmQDzbYulZw/TyD27d--MKI/AAAAAAAADI8/0ovxVN_m8fs/s640/Uncle+Mike+3.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/-VMZKQd_tYSA/TyD3Epkh-BI/AAAAAAAADJM/GwB41sI-0XE/s1600/Uncle+Mike+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMZKQd_tYSA/TyD3Epkh-BI/AAAAAAAADJM/GwB41sI-0XE/s640/Uncle+Mike+6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mike is a generous, thoughtful, caring brother and Uncle. I loved being around him and seeing him get to know the little ones. They will be completely different people in the next pictures with Uncle Mike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6936570887540410495?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6936570887540410495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6936570887540410495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6936570887540410495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6936570887540410495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2012/01/uncle-mike.html' title='Uncle Mike'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pl9j8lvZqeM/TyD2t9PPsAI/AAAAAAAADIc/9fTpPjvGQdQ/s72-c/Livi+and+Mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-541598996936708695</id><published>2012-01-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:48:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eden Waimea:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jH-e-IRTiNI/TxTbqhih4VI/AAAAAAAADHc/T1XmeUZ8l7Q/s1600/Cozy+Eden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jH-e-IRTiNI/TxTbqhih4VI/AAAAAAAADHc/T1XmeUZ8l7Q/s640/Cozy+Eden.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dear, silly, emotional, tender hearted, thoughtful, giggly Eden. She loves to play. All. Day. Long. She jumps from one thing to the next- I can't keep up with her requests. First the&amp;nbsp;scooter, then the play dough,&amp;nbsp;then a massage,&amp;nbsp;then the tea set, then check if Zoia's home, then a change of clothes, then a snack, then a swimsuit at the pool, then visit Star, then go beach. She's a happy girl. She makes me a happy Mom.&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/-AIQquhe_X-c/TxTbv1A0XJI/AAAAAAAADHs/LFSkrC_OSoY/s1600/Eden+Boogie+boarding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIQquhe_X-c/TxTbv1A0XJI/AAAAAAAADHs/LFSkrC_OSoY/s640/Eden+Boogie+boarding.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJkEjjeePTo/TxTbumqoJaI/AAAAAAAADHk/DCXDgV_5fCw/s1600/Eden+Boogie+boarding+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NJkEjjeePTo/TxTbumqoJaI/AAAAAAAADHk/DCXDgV_5fCw/s640/Eden+Boogie+boarding+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia Ola:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vwb6_1FMAZA/TxTb05qZQKI/AAAAAAAADH8/jwg-4QCNchs/s1600/Lolipop+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vwb6_1FMAZA/TxTb05qZQKI/AAAAAAAADH8/jwg-4QCNchs/s640/Lolipop+girl.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_e77kxOeda4/TxTbyXsOZXI/AAAAAAAADH0/FGNC4OIsTME/s1600/Cozy+Livi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_e77kxOeda4/TxTbyXsOZXI/AAAAAAAADH0/FGNC4OIsTME/s640/Cozy+Livi.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My funny, sweet, organized, helpful, busy Olivia. She looks like Eden in this picture all wrapped up in a towel. She's growing way too quickly. She's talking tons and learning new words everyday. She wants to be with the big kids and be doing whatever they are doing. She will not hesitate to let you know when she is unhappy. She is a sweetheart. She loves her family. Eden has started to teach her words. The first was "mine". They get each other laughing really hard and about nothing at all. They're just giggly and silly together. She loves the water and will try taking off her clothes while holding her floaty and swimsuit. She needs to learn how to say, "pool", but I guess her actions speak just as loudly. She makes us smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj Aukai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN88DBqDm1c/TxTb32CvLII/AAAAAAAADIE/DhWMmo6CFBs/s1600/Hot+Shower+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN88DBqDm1c/TxTb32CvLII/AAAAAAAADIE/DhWMmo6CFBs/s640/Hot+Shower+2.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NI6zxCj2zM8/TxTb6LLEE6I/AAAAAAAADIM/1RcxuTeBwpI/s1600/Taj+on+the+Board.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NI6zxCj2zM8/TxTb6LLEE6I/AAAAAAAADIM/1RcxuTeBwpI/s640/Taj+on+the+Board.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t12HYUbTsQY/TxTb7RR7pVI/AAAAAAAADIU/utI5rQaq0uQ/s1600/Taj%2527s+Reflection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t12HYUbTsQY/TxTb7RR7pVI/AAAAAAAADIU/utI5rQaq0uQ/s640/Taj%2527s+Reflection.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little sweetheart is full of surprises. I'm constantly surprised by his reading, his thoughtfulness, his creativity, his uncontrollable laughing, his jokes, his appetite, his interests. I can't get enough of this little guy, and now that he's in school it feels like I really can't get enough. He and Eden make a great pair. They are friends and understand each other in a way only close siblings can. I'm loving watching him grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-541598996936708695?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/541598996936708695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=541598996936708695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/541598996936708695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/541598996936708695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-people.html' title='The Little People'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jH-e-IRTiNI/TxTbqhih4VI/AAAAAAAADHc/T1XmeUZ8l7Q/s72-c/Cozy+Eden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-542093619432177306</id><published>2012-01-15T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T03:36:34.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was a fun Christmas. We really tried to keep the stress out of the season and just enjoy. We had Christmas music playing constantly, introduced the kids to "the Grinch Who Stole Christmas", and "Elf", made a Gingerbread Village, wrote letters to Santa, and got letters back from Santa, Ward Christmas Party-ed, Polynesian Christmas Lagooned, ate, made and handed out Christmas cookies, read Christmas books, loved candy canes, drove around looking for lights, acted out the Nativity, and spent tons of time together with family. It was wonderful, maybe even the most wonderful time of the year.&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/-mAaO6scG7gE/TxKlkLw4YKI/AAAAAAAADGc/Al0J6JuhsPk/s1600/Christmas+Morning+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAaO6scG7gE/TxKlkLw4YKI/AAAAAAAADGc/Al0J6JuhsPk/s640/Christmas+Morning+6.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_iG0bLle0I/TxKlnrI-XzI/AAAAAAAADGk/QL8V6TiLg1k/s1600/Christmas+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_iG0bLle0I/TxKlnrI-XzI/AAAAAAAADGk/QL8V6TiLg1k/s640/Christmas+1.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Avg_XMyTMjw/TxKlqKKeKcI/AAAAAAAADGs/irW8wBO_6sw/s1600/Christmas+Morning+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Avg_XMyTMjw/TxKlqKKeKcI/AAAAAAAADGs/irW8wBO_6sw/s640/Christmas+Morning+2.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgria-_UBLo/TxKlwrIKM0I/AAAAAAAADG0/wCys0hMgHU0/s1600/Christmas+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgria-_UBLo/TxKlwrIKM0I/AAAAAAAADG0/wCys0hMgHU0/s640/Christmas+3.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7lX8qiOtdI/TxKlzGND8NI/AAAAAAAADG8/Wy9xSG8Yq90/s1600/Christmas+Morning+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7lX8qiOtdI/TxKlzGND8NI/AAAAAAAADG8/Wy9xSG8Yq90/s640/Christmas+Morning+8.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogDhsPfLE80/TxKl17VixLI/AAAAAAAADHE/FPk8yb1X8m8/s1600/Christmas+Morning+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogDhsPfLE80/TxKl17VixLI/AAAAAAAADHE/FPk8yb1X8m8/s640/Christmas+Morning+7.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/-kP87WjPqwfc/TxKl4JgUGkI/AAAAAAAADHM/lQhwEvCOaYI/s1600/gingerbread+house+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kP87WjPqwfc/TxKl4JgUGkI/AAAAAAAADHM/lQhwEvCOaYI/s640/gingerbread+house+3.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3rJmE5DLwA/TxKl6do5QLI/AAAAAAAADHU/jK2lSi16SYI/s1600/gingerbread+house+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3rJmE5DLwA/TxKl6do5QLI/AAAAAAAADHU/jK2lSi16SYI/s640/gingerbread+house+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year Taj wanted Lego's. Lots of Lego's. And Santa got him lots of Lego's. He also got a DS, "Captain Underpants" books, robot bug, walkie talkies, and I can't seem to think of all the other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden had a really really long list for Santa, but on his lap asked for a Scooter. Santa got her a Scooter. She also got a dog you can take for a walk (two actually- thanks Aunty Alissa), an Art Set, Play dough set, books, My Little Ponies, and&amp;nbsp;beloved Night Gown she wants to wear every night. She really hoped for a Service Kitty, but we couldn't figure that one out. Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia was really fun this year. She marveled at all the lights and said, "Ho Ho Ho" when she saw Santa. She got a giant dog, a little princess push car, doll that talks, dog that sings, dresses, My Little Ponies, books, and piano. She loved walking around the house Christmas morning looking through everything and taking them. It was so fun to see her trying to figure it out and loving everything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-542093619432177306?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/542093619432177306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=542093619432177306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/542093619432177306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/542093619432177306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAaO6scG7gE/TxKlkLw4YKI/AAAAAAAADGc/Al0J6JuhsPk/s72-c/Christmas+Morning+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7937941754615559723</id><published>2011-12-26T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:17:54.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuJ0wLazOKc/Tvk4GF9R5yI/AAAAAAAADFk/hfnXDbl8A5U/s1600/On+a+Log+1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuJ0wLazOKc/Tvk4GF9R5yI/AAAAAAAADFk/hfnXDbl8A5U/s640/On+a+Log+1-1.jpg" width="494" /&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/-1y-MA38OeKo/Tvk4H2ZoRyI/AAAAAAAADFs/urJHVO8Q6fA/s1600/Cheese+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="552" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y-MA38OeKo/Tvk4H2ZoRyI/AAAAAAAADFs/urJHVO8Q6fA/s640/Cheese+2.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/-Q7gpWbAtup8/Tvk4LC1A7MI/AAAAAAAADF0/oMSMgEQcWqI/s1600/Sandy+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuPb-L9wjq8/Tvk4f39310I/AAAAAAAADGM/HxVlmTADrgQ/s320/DSC_0031.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vUBHDPwbwk/Tvk4mf3mgHI/AAAAAAAADGU/a5rCdFAOPuI/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vUBHDPwbwk/Tvk4mf3mgHI/AAAAAAAADGU/a5rCdFAOPuI/s320/DSC_0032.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/5580412007688239700-7937941754615559723?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7937941754615559723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7937941754615559723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7937941754615559723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7937941754615559723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuJ0wLazOKc/Tvk4GF9R5yI/AAAAAAAADFk/hfnXDbl8A5U/s72-c/On+a+Log+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1866109762291888069</id><published>2011-12-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:22:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Raider!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taj's school has a monthly assembly recognizing students that have excelled in the past month. We were soooo proud of our Super Raider, Taj for being recognized for doing well in November! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpieblHQRPI/TvLYh-dlo6I/AAAAAAAADFA/dajfIJ_mjZA/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpieblHQRPI/TvLYh-dlo6I/AAAAAAAADFA/dajfIJ_mjZA/s640/DSC_0008.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/-B8GpJEJRVvY/TvLYqoEa_eI/AAAAAAAADFI/l28YU86OR9E/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8GpJEJRVvY/TvLYqoEa_eI/AAAAAAAADFI/l28YU86OR9E/s640/DSC_0029.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/-69C9zo0LUI8/TvLYwhCgAQI/AAAAAAAADFQ/zHjet-VLDIg/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-69C9zo0LUI8/TvLYwhCgAQI/AAAAAAAADFQ/zHjet-VLDIg/s640/DSC_0036.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNnmh-jqRyA/TvLY2EKO00I/AAAAAAAADFY/BC_7bffqxfU/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aNnmh-jqRyA/TvLY2EKO00I/AAAAAAAADFY/BC_7bffqxfU/s640/DSC_0037.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm especially proud because after the first assembly he told me he wanted to be a super raider and asked the teacher how he can be one. He felt like he really earned this. He's in a great class with awesome teachers and really sweet kids. He's learning a lot and comes home tired and happy. That makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-1866109762291888069?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1866109762291888069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1866109762291888069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1866109762291888069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1866109762291888069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/12/super-raider.html' title='Super Raider!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpieblHQRPI/TvLYh-dlo6I/AAAAAAAADFA/dajfIJ_mjZA/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-522436177131885108</id><published>2011-12-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:53:37.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's that time of year when I get thinking about family pictures. I'm always shocked when I realize how long it's been since even one (good or bad picture) has been taken of the entire 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;These are some pictures of a field trip we took looking for a good place to take some family pics and testing lighting. Let me know if you can figure out where we are, and if not let me know when I can take you. This place is magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vdanXjKQAg/TuqTayFPMHI/AAAAAAAADD8/KlP8qmXmS3U/s1600/Crabby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vdanXjKQAg/TuqTayFPMHI/AAAAAAAADD8/KlP8qmXmS3U/s640/Crabby.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAchSyknYbM/TuqTgrSgptI/AAAAAAAADEE/PUdeMZCopRc/s1600/Daddy+and+Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jAchSyknYbM/TuqTgrSgptI/AAAAAAAADEE/PUdeMZCopRc/s640/Daddy+and+Girls.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden skipped a nap that day, and her expression shows it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpy8EekmlwI/TuqTlg1iwiI/AAAAAAAADEM/arHBrZc3xhQ/s1600/Family+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpy8EekmlwI/TuqTlg1iwiI/AAAAAAAADEM/arHBrZc3xhQ/s640/Family+Tree.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this tree doesn't give our location away nothing will. The trees are amazing! I love those monkeys.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWXh49DXQaw/TuqTohbjjcI/AAAAAAAADEU/vi1-cbjB6Go/s1600/Water+and+rock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWXh49DXQaw/TuqTohbjjcI/AAAAAAAADEU/vi1-cbjB6Go/s640/Water+and+rock.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPTvpC2VPqU/TuqTxe1g9wI/AAAAAAAADEc/7LUch5-Gf8Q/s1600/The+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GPTvpC2VPqU/TuqTxe1g9wI/AAAAAAAADEc/7LUch5-Gf8Q/s640/The+Tree.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fiwlB9OGIJo/TuqT1TQ5z5I/AAAAAAAADEk/KxnvHfpS2-I/s1600/Livi+Love+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fiwlB9OGIJo/TuqT1TQ5z5I/AAAAAAAADEk/KxnvHfpS2-I/s640/Livi+Love+.jpg" width="638" /&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/-PrcU24gvTws/TuqT4UEAjiI/AAAAAAAADEs/vwmgdMeU9A4/s1600/Taj+and+Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrcU24gvTws/TuqT4UEAjiI/AAAAAAAADEs/vwmgdMeU9A4/s640/Taj+and+Me.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XYkWT-Jr9A/TuqT8_ICIiI/AAAAAAAADE0/QXRzkrV4aBE/s1600/Family+Tree+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XYkWT-Jr9A/TuqT8_ICIiI/AAAAAAAADE0/QXRzkrV4aBE/s640/Family+Tree+2.jpg" width="428" /&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/5580412007688239700-522436177131885108?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/522436177131885108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=522436177131885108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/522436177131885108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/522436177131885108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-test.html' title='Just a Test'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vdanXjKQAg/TuqTayFPMHI/AAAAAAAADD8/KlP8qmXmS3U/s72-c/Crabby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-5611795947282116868</id><published>2011-12-14T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:37:41.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did it... we drove all the way to the Honolulu Zoo on a Saturday with 2 kids that still require napping. Maybe we're going a little crazy, or maybe our little group is finally getting old enough to handle big excursions like this. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piylWBE_TBc/TukwsCZRWVI/AAAAAAAADC0/HqOwGi8r-Ys/s1600/zoo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piylWBE_TBc/TukwsCZRWVI/AAAAAAAADC0/HqOwGi8r-Ys/s640/zoo+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This really is the most beautiful Zoo... tons of beautiful landscape and open space for the animals. The animals seem happier here than other zoos I've visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyixBlEA3ec/TukwvZ6Bu4I/AAAAAAAADC8/onllAUhpW2Y/s1600/Zoo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyixBlEA3ec/TukwvZ6Bu4I/AAAAAAAADC8/onllAUhpW2Y/s640/Zoo+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia was super into it, even though she's only 16 months. She loves animals and was thrilled to see them moving and climbing and jumping. There were a lot of squeals that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYiZG6YMGl0/Tukw1QtN2VI/AAAAAAAADDE/b-uKUZIDStU/s1600/Turtle+Surfing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYiZG6YMGl0/Tukw1QtN2VI/AAAAAAAADDE/b-uKUZIDStU/s640/Turtle+Surfing.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/-mfKyeViAO1s/Tukw4z2eSHI/AAAAAAAADDM/q_33qeJtVLs/s1600/Taj%2527s+Favorite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfKyeViAO1s/Tukw4z2eSHI/AAAAAAAADDM/q_33qeJtVLs/s640/Taj%2527s+Favorite.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taj's favorite thing at the zoo was the Alligator... can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEXPcYsUu8/Tukw8fAJAPI/AAAAAAAADDU/Obt21swVMa4/s1600/Fish+Tank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXEXPcYsUu8/Tukw8fAJAPI/AAAAAAAADDU/Obt21swVMa4/s640/Fish+Tank.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The keiki area is super fun. This was the last area we visited, so we left on a high note for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpktmMQQPWo/Tukw_ocXOOI/AAAAAAAADDc/INwwyTRfcfU/s1600/Goat+Boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpktmMQQPWo/Tukw_ocXOOI/AAAAAAAADDc/INwwyTRfcfU/s640/Goat+Boy.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gypXqNJNUJM/TukxEpOw1vI/AAAAAAAADDk/Y4gBINq6K-E/s1600/Joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gypXqNJNUJM/TukxEpOw1vI/AAAAAAAADDk/Y4gBINq6K-E/s640/Joy.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can you see the joy oozing out of Olivia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KS2k5OeKfxk/TukxG2eCMNI/AAAAAAAADDs/Tps5VcMwa4k/s1600/Shouldees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KS2k5OeKfxk/TukxG2eCMNI/AAAAAAAADDs/Tps5VcMwa4k/s640/Shouldees.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BgTZY4coKY/TukxIfOwl3I/AAAAAAAADD0/pAM4kCwFUwM/s1600/Dada+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BgTZY4coKY/TukxIfOwl3I/AAAAAAAADD0/pAM4kCwFUwM/s640/Dada+love.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a good day. Glad we went a little crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-5611795947282116868?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5611795947282116868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5611795947282116868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5611795947282116868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5611795947282116868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/12/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-piylWBE_TBc/TukwsCZRWVI/AAAAAAAADC0/HqOwGi8r-Ys/s72-c/zoo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-5757499692430570120</id><published>2011-11-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:10:16.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legos For A Good Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Summer Taj was happily employed building and collecting all things Lego. The goal was to create a dream Lego Christmas.... for someone else. We tried to help Taj understand that it was for a good cause. It was being donated to The Festival of Trees which then auctions it off for the Primary Children's Hospital. This made Taj excited and proud. He did mention that he wished he got to keep the Lego's&amp;nbsp;a couple times, which means this really was a dream "tree". &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/-QsxeRLF5OVw/TtXFz7xUeQI/AAAAAAAADB0/6HokjWF-ICM/s1600/1322628524906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxeRLF5OVw/TtXFz7xUeQI/AAAAAAAADB0/6HokjWF-ICM/s640/1322628524906.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/-rdmVGoNwJ84/TtXF0tMivwI/AAAAAAAADB8/ajBJkZQ6kMI/s1600/1322628531445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdmVGoNwJ84/TtXF0tMivwI/AAAAAAAADB8/ajBJkZQ6kMI/s640/1322628531445.jpg" width="480" /&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/-1eKnPz3hUNs/TtXF1bwKHsI/AAAAAAAADCA/fP7fZbZ8cR8/s1600/1322628535261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1eKnPz3hUNs/TtXF1bwKHsI/AAAAAAAADCA/fP7fZbZ8cR8/s640/1322628535261.jpg" width="480" /&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/-A-M7xcxBuQg/TtXF3pSOsMI/AAAAAAAADCM/Qam6kPSKkQg/s1600/1322628544518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-M7xcxBuQg/TtXF3pSOsMI/AAAAAAAADCM/Qam6kPSKkQg/s640/1322628544518.jpg" width="480" /&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/-yMUqo3pUG6k/TtXF5nkwJDI/AAAAAAAADCU/71wDQTOODTQ/s1600/1322628559860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMUqo3pUG6k/TtXF5nkwJDI/AAAAAAAADCU/71wDQTOODTQ/s640/1322628559860.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We aren't in Utah for the final product, but Nana was kind enough to send us some of these pictures. Tonight was the auction and Larry H. Miller's widowed wife won it for $5025.00! Way to go Taj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a little tidbit for memories: Micah stayed up several nights working on a backdrop for the Lego Christmas scene. It was 3 huge panels with 3 D art of Lego guys sledding and playing in a snowy Lego village. The night before we left Utah Micah sliced his finger open while working on it and ended up in ER with I think 13 stitches. And they weren't even allowed to use the backdrop after all. That's something Mrs. Miller will never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-5757499692430570120?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5757499692430570120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5757499692430570120&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5757499692430570120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5757499692430570120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/11/legos-for-good-cause.html' title='Legos For A Good Cause'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxeRLF5OVw/TtXFz7xUeQI/AAAAAAAADB0/6HokjWF-ICM/s72-c/1322628524906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2562775914425631752</id><published>2011-11-27T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:16:58.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year Thanksgiving was at our house, but that&amp;nbsp;doesn't mean I did it all.&amp;nbsp;I was very thankful for the help of my amazing talented sisters in law, Mariko and Alissa. I made some good stuff and they made some great stuff. Of coarse I was too busy eating to remember to take pictures, but here are a few of the guests of honor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ISIFCnPaTU/TtLJDFzvxmI/AAAAAAAADA8/KysWT9O1YBU/s1600/Banana+Cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ISIFCnPaTU/TtLJDFzvxmI/AAAAAAAADA8/KysWT9O1YBU/s640/Banana+Cream.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Banana Cream Pie with chocolate crust made from scratch. My favorite of the night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Kj9RIh6y2c/TtLJKRc3TrI/AAAAAAAADBE/xLsccCcujc8/s1600/chocolate+and+strawberries+pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Kj9RIh6y2c/TtLJKRc3TrI/AAAAAAAADBE/xLsccCcujc8/s640/chocolate+and+strawberries+pie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raw chocolate truffle pie with strawberries (there must be chocolate, even at thanksgiving)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-835nmpcjzcQ/TtLJfbO1LgI/AAAAAAAADBk/sxa3c325eqM/s1600/Korean+Pear+Pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-835nmpcjzcQ/TtLJfbO1LgI/AAAAAAAADBk/sxa3c325eqM/s640/Korean+Pear+Pie.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Korean Pear Pie made by Mariko with korean pears from her yard in Oregon. Look out Apple pie!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAPRQ9mNJTo/TtLJQISaRvI/AAAAAAAADBM/z4BaULT6uQo/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAPRQ9mNJTo/TtLJQISaRvI/AAAAAAAADBM/z4BaULT6uQo/s640/DSC_0026.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taj's school did a "Turkey Trot" race. Can you spot him? He seemed to really like it. It was pretty entertaining. Those kids were pretty serious. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTfIeYEbp4M/TtLJWL4wmyI/AAAAAAAADBU/5wnh4a-9sxk/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTfIeYEbp4M/TtLJWL4wmyI/AAAAAAAADBU/5wnh4a-9sxk/s640/DSC_0049.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktWvKn17pp0/TtLJcGc42ZI/AAAAAAAADBc/9-JWM16aJPk/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktWvKn17pp0/TtLJcGc42ZI/AAAAAAAADBc/9-JWM16aJPk/s640/DSC_0050.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJc51OdTXok/TtLJjP_-T6I/AAAAAAAADBs/mndPMNX7a28/s1600/Thanks+for+Livi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJc51OdTXok/TtLJjP_-T6I/AAAAAAAADBs/mndPMNX7a28/s640/Thanks+for+Livi.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so thankful for my little turkeys, and their big Daddy turkey. I am so blessed. We had a great time on Thanksgiving eating way too much and talking and letting the kids be wild. Now I am thankful it's over and for leftovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2562775914425631752?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2562775914425631752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2562775914425631752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2562775914425631752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2562775914425631752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ISIFCnPaTU/TtLJDFzvxmI/AAAAAAAADA8/KysWT9O1YBU/s72-c/Banana+Cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3443390231865675745</id><published>2011-11-21T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:51:16.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f46629ee5583584c" 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://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df46629ee5583584c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FAD95B8E8245E3B127118A3F9147BC6D23789F.7DB8DC451A4D3EBE7C711D5DB585681465989574%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df46629ee5583584c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhiRYpkNrRnb_aOTmraCgIm7nTrc&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://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df46629ee5583584c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FAD95B8E8245E3B127118A3F9147BC6D23789F.7DB8DC451A4D3EBE7C711D5DB585681465989574%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df46629ee5583584c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhiRYpkNrRnb_aOTmraCgIm7nTrc&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOfaHqH4pF8/TsrpcOKYdAI/AAAAAAAADAM/NXywlZc1cPQ/s1600/Eden++on+Stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOfaHqH4pF8/TsrpcOKYdAI/AAAAAAAADAM/NXywlZc1cPQ/s640/Eden++on+Stage.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/-Ci5ZUeElmoY/TsrpkCl-6QI/AAAAAAAADAU/YhYRChVn-Tk/s1600/On+stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci5ZUeElmoY/TsrpkCl-6QI/AAAAAAAADAU/YhYRChVn-Tk/s640/On+stage.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/-vxxLgcz57-k/TsrplELAlFI/AAAAAAAADAc/oi0RN-2c7q8/s1600/Eden+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxxLgcz57-k/TsrplELAlFI/AAAAAAAADAc/oi0RN-2c7q8/s640/Eden+Collage.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/-U6IIXzlJaiU/Tsrpr9naDvI/AAAAAAAADAk/VqIGl_rzbmI/s1600/Ono+Yo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6IIXzlJaiU/Tsrpr9naDvI/AAAAAAAADAk/VqIGl_rzbmI/s640/Ono+Yo+1.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/-csQtRXq2Biw/TsrpxmMCqRI/AAAAAAAADAs/OZvBpnWHH9E/s1600/Ono+Yo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csQtRXq2Biw/TsrpxmMCqRI/AAAAAAAADAs/OZvBpnWHH9E/s640/Ono+Yo+3.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/-zh4yMskL0Mc/Tsrp83I3q_I/AAAAAAAADA0/lEdxUM88CJY/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zh4yMskL0Mc/Tsrp83I3q_I/AAAAAAAADA0/lEdxUM88CJY/s640/DSC_0033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eden has been in a gymnastics for the last year and LOVES it. She counts down the days of the week to Thursday, or Gymnastics Day!&amp;nbsp;Her class&amp;nbsp;was invited to perform at a basketball tournament at BYUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun time&amp;nbsp;watching the game. I had a totally sweet nostalgic feeling in that gym. I grew up watching games with my Dad, and even graced the courts during halftime with the Laie Bay Dancers. Woot Woot -&amp;nbsp;Flashdance anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The team scored 100 points, and that means Ice Cream! We opted for some "Ono Yo" and are happy with our decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3443390231865675745?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3443390231865675745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3443390231865675745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3443390231865675745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3443390231865675745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/11/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cOfaHqH4pF8/TsrpcOKYdAI/AAAAAAAADAM/NXywlZc1cPQ/s72-c/Eden++on+Stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6682791907233800256</id><published>2011-11-07T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:55:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puena Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQZhQLJ5P6c/TrjRyMfssWI/AAAAAAAAC_8/3qbgfhXXe1k/s640/Eternal+Family.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/-Bk71ZhtPcfI/TrjR0o5BqvI/AAAAAAAADAE/teGIpRKvdKs/s1600/Family+Butts+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk71ZhtPcfI/TrjR0o5BqvI/AAAAAAAADAE/teGIpRKvdKs/s640/Family+Butts+1.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/5580412007688239700-6682791907233800256?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6682791907233800256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6682791907233800256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6682791907233800256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6682791907233800256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/11/puena-point.html' title='Puena Point'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ro0Q-8_XfQ/TrjRKsDmrYI/AAAAAAAAC_E/czA1vC6zxqo/s72-c/Cozy+Eden+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1985911154733723581</id><published>2011-11-05T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:26:45.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year the Kids Were 20 Different Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozM10S4o1Vk/TrTqxtlOaRI/AAAAAAAAC9A/4GO3TPNpU1Q/s1600/With+Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozM10S4o1Vk/TrTqxtlOaRI/AAAAAAAAC9A/4GO3TPNpU1Q/s640/With+Friends.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With neighbors after the first trick or treat of the night. Eden decided to be a princess out of nowhere. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this year we tried to see if there is such thing as too much Halloween. After 3 party's, Turtle Bay's "Halloween Bash", 9 costumes, the Kahuku Elem. Halloween Parade, trick or treating, Peanuts Halloween Movie, Taj's first haunted house, and Olivia's new found obsession with candy, Halloween is DONE! And can I say Thank Goodness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQPSfenpqOc/TrTq25cuxJI/AAAAAAAAC9I/zNt4TnKkthU/s1600/Trick+or+treat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nQPSfenpqOc/TrTq25cuxJI/AAAAAAAAC9I/zNt4TnKkthU/s640/Trick+or+treat.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With cousins after trick or treating. We watched "9" and ate way too much candy. Olivia is savoring her very own lollipop.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtAmraGZPIs/TrTq510MtHI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/nsDwM-O5kiE/s1600/Tiny+Dancer+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtAmraGZPIs/TrTq510MtHI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/nsDwM-O5kiE/s640/Tiny+Dancer+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Halloween and dressing up totally confused Olivia. I'm realizing this is her expression in pretty much all the pictures while she's in costume. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrHw_URrhXk/TrTq7sPn9jI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/CqJC0E3acBA/s1600/Pumpkin+Girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrHw_URrhXk/TrTq7sPn9jI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/CqJC0E3acBA/s640/Pumpkin+Girl.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EkMUwhECvI/TrTq94kyYnI/AAAAAAAAC9g/aEvwAqdRs1M/s1600/Pinata+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EkMUwhECvI/TrTq94kyYnI/AAAAAAAAC9g/aEvwAqdRs1M/s640/Pinata+2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w43Q949rovk/TrTrAeBenUI/AAAAAAAAC9o/PWoiPabdtVQ/s1600/Pinata+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w43Q949rovk/TrTrAeBenUI/AAAAAAAAC9o/PWoiPabdtVQ/s640/Pinata+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first party we went to, and it totally got the kids pumped. We had Mummy hot dogs, Mummy Pizza, Frog Eye juice (POG, with real lilikoi seeds that grossed the kids out), spider dip, Bread bones with "blood" dip, sugar cookies to decorate, ghost lollipops to make, and a pinata. Awesome. You're amazing Kirsten, and if you don't start blogging I'm going to start a blog about you! Taj in his Mummy&amp;nbsp; costume and Eden in her "merlia" mermaid costume.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uvI5rdfRKTw/TrTrGFNikxI/AAAAAAAAC9w/Ioxzf1gMQZ8/s1600/Cotton+Candy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uvI5rdfRKTw/TrTrGFNikxI/AAAAAAAAC9w/Ioxzf1gMQZ8/s640/Cotton+Candy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cotton Candy at the Turtle Bay "Halloween Bash". The kids did the jump house, got their faces painted, got free pumpkins, and Taj went through his first haunted house. Micah took him because I'm a hater. I hate haunted houses and pretty much everything creepy. Seriously, try and explain a dead bride and scary looking clowns to a 6 year old. Micah held Taj and said he was shaking he was so scared. Luckily a girl from school he knew was dressed up and part of it. That helped remind him it's all pretend. Taj in his Ninja costume and Eden as a Cat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VG5tr_KXlK4/TrTrKlovH9I/AAAAAAAAC94/MrYCnpuF8x4/s1600/Parade+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VG5tr_KXlK4/TrTrKlovH9I/AAAAAAAAC94/MrYCnpuF8x4/s640/Parade+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taj's school does a Halloween Parade that was super fun. In Taj's experience a parade means dancing and entertaining. I didn't really think about that until we noticed that every time he saw someone he knew he started what looked like a ninja demonstration. Our camera was being lame and wouldn't focus while he performed for us, but he's in costume right in front of the lovely Stephani Robertson. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDcjVwc7qIU/TrTrOIcRGUI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Pbmn330P9SQ/s1600/Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDcjVwc7qIU/TrTrOIcRGUI/AAAAAAAAC-A/Pbmn330P9SQ/s640/Friends.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling Princess Layla and "Merlia" the mermaid a.k.a Eden at a party. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87fp49NrcAw/TrTrRErPFwI/AAAAAAAAC-I/Kty-hft8AqQ/s1600/Lil+Mermaid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87fp49NrcAw/TrTrRErPFwI/AAAAAAAAC-I/Kty-hft8AqQ/s640/Lil+Mermaid.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden and Olivia were originally going to be mermaids together, but Eden decided to be a cat, then a princess. Olivia tolerated her costume. Note: her dress up expression. She never complained, but&amp;nbsp;I hope she's more into next year. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTFXnCO_iI4/TrTrWNYpnLI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/mfMD-1fOSdo/s1600/Mummy+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTFXnCO_iI4/TrTrWNYpnLI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/mfMD-1fOSdo/s640/Mummy+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys being boys. Cute, I mean Scary.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WklioFVhsI/TrTrYo08pOI/AAAAAAAAC-c/HDZOrGbDR5k/s1600/Mommy+Witch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WklioFVhsI/TrTrYo08pOI/AAAAAAAAC-c/HDZOrGbDR5k/s640/Mommy+Witch.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, this is not last year. This is the party where the kids wanted to wear last years costumes. I'm trying to get festive. I'm kind of a party pooper when it comes to dressing up. Maybe next year. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngKXW160ODU/TrTrkqkt3SI/AAAAAAAAC-k/ktU7uKtv5Ic/s1600/Kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngKXW160ODU/TrTrkqkt3SI/AAAAAAAAC-k/ktU7uKtv5Ic/s640/Kitty.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Kitty. Olivia got on all fours like Eden. This was the party we went to that Taj says doesn't count because there wasn't very much candy. I didn't teach him that. Mine and Jared, you guys are awesome! The goat woman story is a classic, as is the doughnut and cookie game. Thanks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEUIvn3MTVM/TrTrTVUqtdI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/YMIwWsg-0iU/s1600/Mummy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEUIvn3MTVM/TrTrTVUqtdI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/YMIwWsg-0iU/s640/Mummy+2.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taj as a Mummy, the first time. He loved being in character. He kept coming up with games like, "pretend the car is my sarcophagus, and when the engine turns off I come to life". Very clever play on words my boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-1985911154733723581?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1985911154733723581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1985911154733723581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1985911154733723581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1985911154733723581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/11/year-kids-were-20-different-things.html' title='The Year the Kids Were 20 Different Things'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozM10S4o1Vk/TrTqxtlOaRI/AAAAAAAAC9A/4GO3TPNpU1Q/s72-c/With+Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3561267332076971174</id><published>2011-10-28T03:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T03:08:55.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Wonderful Mystery</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what makes a kid refuse to eat or do certain things, but want to do other things. I don't think the kid even knows why they chose to do or not do that thing. Maybe it's the way we offer, or the timing, or maybe it's just my reaction to their decision. I try to be grown up and support their decisions and not let my emotions get mixed in, but&amp;nbsp;that can be&amp;nbsp;really hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no explicable reason this week Taj and Eden have decided they LOVE to surf with Micah. Eden's gone 3 times this week and Taj once, but is pumped for tomorrow after school. He was arguing with Eden about who gets to go first tomorrow and would only respond to us with the word "Surf" for the last 5 minutes before bed. I guess I shouldn't analyze it too much (as I always do) and just enjoy it while it lasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tGgj7SEw5E/TqpukFX3YpI/AAAAAAAAC6M/926dtXWH2E0/s1600/Eden+Surfs-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tGgj7SEw5E/TqpukFX3YpI/AAAAAAAAC6M/926dtXWH2E0/s640/Eden+Surfs-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nk0oNYuua4/TqpusIsto1I/AAAAAAAAC6k/oIvAOOXMzjU/s1600/Eden+Surf+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nk0oNYuua4/TqpusIsto1I/AAAAAAAAC6k/oIvAOOXMzjU/s320/Eden+Surf+1.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/-3dMSSr9_QzM/Tqpu3_R-mII/AAAAAAAAC6s/feDjBxP2JKU/s1600/DSC_0156-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3dMSSr9_QzM/Tqpu3_R-mII/AAAAAAAAC6s/feDjBxP2JKU/s320/DSC_0156-1.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/-n5dYVE64cCY/Tqpu9qyjIZI/AAAAAAAAC60/rbEMMvG-NIg/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5dYVE64cCY/Tqpu9qyjIZI/AAAAAAAAC60/rbEMMvG-NIg/s640/DSC_0175.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I promised Taj I'd get pictures of him tomorrow. I'm so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zre8i-5YQJg/TqpwGTiEuhI/AAAAAAAAC68/8sFmGMZIB7Y/s1600/Livi+Love+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zre8i-5YQJg/TqpwGTiEuhI/AAAAAAAAC68/8sFmGMZIB7Y/s640/Livi+Love+1.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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWqK5wXmhtM/TqpwJF0M7GI/AAAAAAAAC7E/gFe9hJyPZWk/s1600/Livi+Leading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWqK5wXmhtM/TqpwJF0M7GI/AAAAAAAAC7E/gFe9hJyPZWk/s640/Livi+Leading.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olivia is my little buddy. I love this picture of her taking my hand and showing me something special to her. We've been walking around a lot like this and I can't stop smiling about it. I'm such a lucky Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3561267332076971174?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3561267332076971174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3561267332076971174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3561267332076971174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3561267332076971174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-wonderful-mystery.html' title='Big Wonderful Mystery'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tGgj7SEw5E/TqpukFX3YpI/AAAAAAAAC6M/926dtXWH2E0/s72-c/Eden+Surfs-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4820809652683322646</id><published>2011-10-13T03:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:18:59.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's so beautiful outside, let's take dinner to the beach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5n5rF8KhGA/TpaqluVxyHI/AAAAAAAAC5c/0IRDCXHjr-w/s1600/Little+Lifeguards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5n5rF8KhGA/TpaqluVxyHI/AAAAAAAAC5c/0IRDCXHjr-w/s640/Little+Lifeguards.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're 4 and 6 playing on the lifeguard tower is more fun than&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;ever imagined.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROrfPZAp5as/Tpaqrcv4NII/AAAAAAAAC5k/UQ9UncTKZOw/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROrfPZAp5as/Tpaqrcv4NII/AAAAAAAAC5k/UQ9UncTKZOw/s640/DSC_0021.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le2B2C9CYKY/Tpaq8k5UhdI/AAAAAAAAC50/yqrFNZ2BeYE/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-le2B2C9CYKY/Tpaq8k5UhdI/AAAAAAAAC50/yqrFNZ2BeYE/s640/DSC_0041.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We take every chance we can to get the kids excited about surfing. This is a classic picture of that NOT working. Taj screamed like a little girl when he fell off and got wet. Almost ruined a perfect evening, but not quite. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js9VN7O8cKU/TparB9wiVnI/AAAAAAAAC58/82jv7kM4KwA/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js9VN7O8cKU/TparB9wiVnI/AAAAAAAAC58/82jv7kM4KwA/s640/DSC_0027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunty Lissa always ends up with the kids swarming around her. We love having her so close. Shout out to the Storto's sandwhiches rolled up next to Micah.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APUmE_l66pE/TparHo7OstI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9IF8I4g7bNs/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APUmE_l66pE/TparHo7OstI/AAAAAAAAC6E/9IF8I4g7bNs/s640/DSC_0014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No photo shop, I promise. Paradise truly exists.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-4820809652683322646?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4820809652683322646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4820809652683322646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4820809652683322646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4820809652683322646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-so-beautiful-outside-lets-take.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s so beautiful outside, let&apos;s take dinner to the beach&quot;'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5n5rF8KhGA/TpaqluVxyHI/AAAAAAAAC5c/0IRDCXHjr-w/s72-c/Little+Lifeguards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-5600473097749781735</id><published>2011-10-09T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:27:10.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 4!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHBSDFsHU1Q/TpJFxnsuppI/AAAAAAAAC4w/FT22EFGD5Go/s1600/Breakfast+in+Bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHBSDFsHU1Q/TpJFxnsuppI/AAAAAAAAC4w/FT22EFGD5Go/s640/Breakfast+in+Bed.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eden's REAL birthday was last week. She's 4. I have a 6 year old, 4 year old, and 1 year old. Crazy. She got her favorite breakfast in bed: french toast with a syrup pour er.&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/-HzTgWSH_hek/TpJF3qgg01I/AAAAAAAAC40/YydTdmL07SM/s1600/Eden%2527s+four.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzTgWSH_hek/TpJF3qgg01I/AAAAAAAAC40/YydTdmL07SM/s640/Eden%2527s+four.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E74aubM4MvA/TpJGA_3oDeI/AAAAAAAAC44/LLWZDzSG9rs/s1600/The+Presents+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E74aubM4MvA/TpJGA_3oDeI/AAAAAAAAC44/LLWZDzSG9rs/s320/The+Presents+1.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/-2DXCI82pH3o/TpJGGtKnDqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5GqFJ_6AE3A/s1600/The+Presents+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DXCI82pH3o/TpJGGtKnDqI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5GqFJ_6AE3A/s320/The+Presents+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYm3xOkkYac/TpJGD46GQOI/AAAAAAAAC48/QLJWp9VpJBo/s1600/The+Presents+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYm3xOkkYac/TpJGD46GQOI/AAAAAAAAC48/QLJWp9VpJBo/s320/The+Presents+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She was a little excited about her pile o presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqN3pnlcLaE/TpJGdExyVnI/AAAAAAAAC5E/dJEBILS11nY/s1600/The+Cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqN3pnlcLaE/TpJGdExyVnI/AAAAAAAAC5E/dJEBILS11nY/s640/The+Cake.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We stayed at Turtle Bay that night. I don't&amp;nbsp; know why we haven't done this sooner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lG_Cnmu71Ec/TpJGmx1ym7I/AAAAAAAAC5I/iMn0zWu3DTk/s1600/Room+Service.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lG_Cnmu71Ec/TpJGmx1ym7I/AAAAAAAAC5I/iMn0zWu3DTk/s640/Room+Service.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The room service is a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m847UaZx6x8/TpJGrOjaJFI/AAAAAAAAC5M/pa6jQ5V0Hdo/s1600/Livi%2527s+View.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m847UaZx6x8/TpJGrOjaJFI/AAAAAAAAC5M/pa6jQ5V0Hdo/s640/Livi%2527s+View.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Livi checking on her pool. The pool is our favorite part of staying at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FAODrl_-O8/TpJGwF_mcII/AAAAAAAAC5Q/0FgaG1L2RP4/s1600/Livi+Face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5FAODrl_-O8/TpJGwF_mcII/AAAAAAAAC5Q/0FgaG1L2RP4/s640/Livi+Face.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/--BNFM2wRkV4/TpJG2RNrutI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/dP_vtv6rKSQ/s1600/Wresting+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BNFM2wRkV4/TpJG2RNrutI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/dP_vtv6rKSQ/s640/Wresting+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some wrestling. I think that's what you're supposed to do with a room full of beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gR3T9exzK1s/TpJG0iChsJI/AAAAAAAAC5U/fKGMWE-QIp4/s1600/TV+in+Bed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gR3T9exzK1s/TpJG0iChsJI/AAAAAAAAC5U/fKGMWE-QIp4/s640/TV+in+Bed.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We will never get a TV in the bedroom. The kids were tired, but come on. Zombies. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, right up to checkout. Eden is still coming down from the birthday high. I think this is a new tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-5600473097749781735?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5600473097749781735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5600473097749781735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5600473097749781735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5600473097749781735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-4.html' title='She&apos;s 4!!!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHBSDFsHU1Q/TpJFxnsuppI/AAAAAAAAC4w/FT22EFGD5Go/s72-c/Breakfast+in+Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3679495235754959971</id><published>2011-10-04T03:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T03:57:08.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Shark and Mermaid Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sSvy0g9w3A/TorX7ytdF8I/AAAAAAAAC4s/SnEcMu7AV5U/s640/Eden+and+Star.jpg" width="428" /&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/5580412007688239700-3679495235754959971?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3679495235754959971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3679495235754959971&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3679495235754959971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3679495235754959971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/10/shark-and-mermaid-party.html' title='the Shark and Mermaid Party'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QximxbdT2vU/TorWwijlEYI/AAAAAAAAC38/9qqxpe8H4tg/s72-c/Invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7184578609425740990</id><published>2011-10-03T01:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:14:06.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XIiyKXtgjA/TolsTWp7MeI/AAAAAAAAC34/0CQ25KNtPCo/s1600/Livi+Bath+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XIiyKXtgjA/TolsTWp7MeI/AAAAAAAAC34/0CQ25KNtPCo/s640/Livi+Bath+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4zVothqEWU/TolrSgrOA1I/AAAAAAAAC3w/KZkDDXhg6wE/s1600/Livi+Bath+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4zVothqEWU/TolrSgrOA1I/AAAAAAAAC3w/KZkDDXhg6wE/s640/Livi+Bath+Collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little peach is my shadow. She follows me everywhere, reaches for me, and always wants me to hug and hold her. Who could complain about that though? She is a hugger, a giggler, a singer, a kisser, and all around a sweet little person to be around. She loves animals and will pretend to crawl around and meow or bark. She loves to carry around dolls and stuffed animals. Her favorite is pushing her play stroller and sneaking the big kids toys. She went through a "gock" or sock faze. She says "Bella" who is our neighbor dog. She says "Ball" for balloon or ball and bird. She is a scavenger for food. She loves to do flips on the couch. She is a sweetheart and we are absolutely in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7184578609425740990?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7184578609425740990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7184578609425740990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7184578609425740990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7184578609425740990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/10/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XIiyKXtgjA/TolsTWp7MeI/AAAAAAAAC34/0CQ25KNtPCo/s72-c/Livi+Bath+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3808136821710463266</id><published>2011-09-21T04:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T04:07:08.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Six!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq1cHS6yCEg/TnmwSMLorLI/AAAAAAAAC3c/l8H-IPRGFb8/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq1cHS6yCEg/TnmwSMLorLI/AAAAAAAAC3c/l8H-IPRGFb8/s640/DSC_0039.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taj turned 6 last Thursday! It has sent me into a sentimental spiral. I can't resist an opportunity to share one of the babies "in tummy" stories, or retell something silly they did as a newborn. &lt;br /&gt;Taj requested breakfast in bed. I had to laugh because I have no idea what made him think of requesting that. He knew what he wanted though, and Eden knew she wanted in on it too. She crawled in next to him and waited for her own bowl. I have to point out Eden's amazing morning hair. Wow. Also, the matching pj's. Do they have to keep getting older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUbJpnadmx8/TnmwapEUPTI/AAAAAAAAC3g/IbodRdd-JXs/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUbJpnadmx8/TnmwapEUPTI/AAAAAAAAC3g/IbodRdd-JXs/s640/DSC_0040.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;A little about Taj lately: He's in a boys Gymnastics class that he loves. It works him out hard... like I've never seen him with a red face like this&amp;nbsp;before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;He's obsessed (I use this word in the best way possible )with Lego's and star wars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;He's best friends with Kihei Akina. They talk Lego talk for hours (if we let them) and are found with ninja masks made out of t-shirts almost daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;He loves his sisters. He gives Eden big hugs and is one of the only one that Livi initiates kisses with. He has a great laugh, and a great heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;He's reading everyday for school, and loves "Captain Underpants". He's not too old to cuddle Mom and Dad yet... thank goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves being home. I was thinking it had something to do with being tired from school, but really he just loves being home. He told us this several times last weekend. Oh, how things will change in the coming years. I need to enjoy having him around while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7k0hFE9FF8Y/Tnmwg4rgO_I/AAAAAAAAC3k/VTCGCQg7hd8/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7k0hFE9FF8Y/Tnmwg4rgO_I/AAAAAAAAC3k/VTCGCQg7hd8/s640/DSC_0043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/-OS2cBL8-asM/Tnmwm5nt6rI/AAAAAAAAC3o/6v8uEU1u9LE/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OS2cBL8-asM/Tnmwm5nt6rI/AAAAAAAAC3o/6v8uEU1u9LE/s640/DSC_0045.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My camera's become a moody camera. For no explicable reason it will refuse to focus or take pictures.&amp;nbsp;And then a little while later it will be fine.&amp;nbsp;Maybe I need to take it off the auto setting or something. Anyway, my camera didn't capture the cupcakes I took to Taj's class. It didn't capture the pizza we made for Taj's birthday dinner. Taj had thought about it, and having pizza every Friday night wasn't enough. This is the only picture of the ice cream sandwich cake (another Taj request), and we missed when Uncle Jake held Taj upside down to blow out his candles. It was a really fun family birthday party.... can't wait for the friends party!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lbE27GzbzA/TnmwqcsWNBI/AAAAAAAAC3s/tR6CEzzleuQ/s1600/2011-09-15_19-11-43_119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lbE27GzbzA/TnmwqcsWNBI/AAAAAAAAC3s/tR6CEzzleuQ/s640/2011-09-15_19-11-43_119.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I have to throw in here how fun Eden was in helping get everything ready for Taj's birthday. She never had a selfish moment, but instead loved picking out presents for him and making the cupcakes and getting the house ready for the party. She is such a sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been extra tender hearted lately, but I just hope I tell them how amazing they are enough. I hope I am spending more time of the day laughing and complimenting them than being annoyed and yelling. I've been given such precious gifts. What a great 6 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3808136821710463266?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3808136821710463266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3808136821710463266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3808136821710463266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3808136821710463266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/09/hes-six.html' title='He&apos;s Six!!!!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq1cHS6yCEg/TnmwSMLorLI/AAAAAAAAC3c/l8H-IPRGFb8/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6748408560304672829</id><published>2011-09-14T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T01:14:52.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o55DCH7jngw/TnBTDq-_toI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/gf6q6SYSjWY/s1600/Olivia+%2527s+dolly+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o55DCH7jngw/TnBTDq-_toI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/gf6q6SYSjWY/s640/Olivia+%2527s+dolly+4.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/-TD-OxWLP3Us/TnBTG_A0MmI/AAAAAAAAC3U/CPlOXwTpWAg/s1600/Popsickles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TD-OxWLP3Us/TnBTG_A0MmI/AAAAAAAAC3U/CPlOXwTpWAg/s640/Popsickles.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/-WumhZo2azKI/TnBTLPdSVwI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/b2ngY5Ey64I/s1600/Livi+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WumhZo2azKI/TnBTLPdSVwI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/b2ngY5Ey64I/s640/Livi+Love.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what makes a moment stand out more than another. It's often something we see ten times a day.&amp;nbsp;Whatever it is,&amp;nbsp;I'm grateful for those&amp;nbsp;small moments that make you stop and remember how blessed&amp;nbsp;we are and how amazing the little people we get to share our lives with are.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6748408560304672829?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6748408560304672829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6748408560304672829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6748408560304672829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6748408560304672829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/09/small-things.html' title='Small Things'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o55DCH7jngw/TnBTDq-_toI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/gf6q6SYSjWY/s72-c/Olivia+%2527s+dolly+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2257539103084114444</id><published>2011-09-07T05:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T05:53:56.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waimea Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few pictures....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2DOBKwHfr8/TmdW0UlAKDI/AAAAAAAAC2g/bI60KYxW-lA/s1600/snorkel+boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2DOBKwHfr8/TmdW0UlAKDI/AAAAAAAAC2g/bI60KYxW-lA/s640/snorkel+boy.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/-3UHOHspWx0s/TmdW4kbDEOI/AAAAAAAAC2k/RnwcBJsn8-Y/s1600/Eden+Rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UHOHspWx0s/TmdW4kbDEOI/AAAAAAAAC2k/RnwcBJsn8-Y/s640/Eden+Rocks.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTIVHmawYEI/TmdW8DAv6YI/AAAAAAAAC2o/1PVUbwY0BXA/s1600/Jump+Micah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTIVHmawYEI/TmdW8DAv6YI/AAAAAAAAC2o/1PVUbwY0BXA/s640/Jump+Micah.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWbi0N2-aw0/TmdXAEvZykI/AAAAAAAAC2s/ff2ecodQcso/s1600/My+loves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWbi0N2-aw0/TmdXAEvZykI/AAAAAAAAC2s/ff2ecodQcso/s640/My+loves.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/-Lu8rraqMkYI/TmdXX-QDVoI/AAAAAAAAC20/sSbGlP2FaJA/s1600/Dad+and+Eden+Jump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu8rraqMkYI/TmdXX-QDVoI/AAAAAAAAC20/sSbGlP2FaJA/s640/Dad+and+Eden+Jump.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6Vp-vlhK8/TmdXw7uZPxI/AAAAAAAAC3E/qY46W1skuu8/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nM6Vp-vlhK8/TmdXw7uZPxI/AAAAAAAAC3E/qY46W1skuu8/s640/DSC_0164.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTcnpHnRjs8/TmdXFg_puVI/AAAAAAAAC2w/WC1jSYNOM6s/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTcnpHnRjs8/TmdXFg_puVI/AAAAAAAAC2w/WC1jSYNOM6s/s640/DSC_0107.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was another perfect day in paradise. On days like today you have to get in the water. I told Eden it felt like a snorkeling day. She said she thought it felt like a goggling day. Whatever it was, it was fun. I was super impressed with the kids (Micah included) climbing and jumping all over the rock. We saw a huge sea turtle eating. It was right under us, only a few feet away when we realized it wasn't just a rock. Upon seeing it Eden yelled, "I love this!" and almost flipped herself out of the floaty looking for more. When Taj realized it was a huge turtle he yelled excitedly that we had to swim away and get to shore. He really got out of there. With a smile on his face, of coarse. Livi went from sand monster at the beach to snugly baby at the beach. She's all smiles both ways. I can't believe this is our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2257539103084114444?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2257539103084114444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2257539103084114444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2257539103084114444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2257539103084114444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/09/waimea-bay.html' title='Waimea Bay'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2DOBKwHfr8/TmdW0UlAKDI/AAAAAAAAC2g/bI60KYxW-lA/s72-c/snorkel+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1498700304956245782</id><published>2011-08-29T03:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:29:39.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Perfect Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBMVfp57ch4/TltVLx4TEyI/AAAAAAAAC1o/d8I_xxCZfrM/s1600/Livie+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBMVfp57ch4/TltVLx4TEyI/AAAAAAAAC1o/d8I_xxCZfrM/s320/Livie+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lidQYB1tKYc/TltVOugilmI/AAAAAAAAC1s/k2Aam5P2Wl8/s1600/Livi+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lidQYB1tKYc/TltVOugilmI/AAAAAAAAC1s/k2Aam5P2Wl8/s320/Livi+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Start a day with glassy V Land, follow it with some Aoki's and some Sharks Cove and we've got a perfect Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm8PIW6T4BA/TltVSEYajRI/AAAAAAAAC1w/UylUFRh2-OM/s1600/livi+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm8PIW6T4BA/TltVSEYajRI/AAAAAAAAC1w/UylUFRh2-OM/s320/livi+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livi approves of Aoki's. She was very polite and would just put her mouth &lt;br /&gt;near the shaved ice and wave her hands. She's the sweetest little love. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0KiCOAE_2E/TltVVbhguXI/AAAAAAAAC10/7nR5EoN2jS4/s1600/livi+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0KiCOAE_2E/TltVVbhguXI/AAAAAAAAC10/7nR5EoN2jS4/s320/livi+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KptFHrwajKs/TltVwywdkaI/AAAAAAAAC14/WpjIBsfFgtA/s1600/Rainbow+Shave+Ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KptFHrwajKs/TltVwywdkaI/AAAAAAAAC14/WpjIBsfFgtA/s640/Rainbow+Shave+Ice.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/-2SjSGm84E-4/TltWERuvDGI/AAAAAAAAC18/BLBp5lC5G0g/s1600/Eden+Rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SjSGm84E-4/TltWERuvDGI/AAAAAAAAC18/BLBp5lC5G0g/s640/Eden+Rainbow.jpg" width="400" /&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/-kcVfWzGfUUM/TltXWDWscrI/AAAAAAAAC2I/YuOglDModG4/s1600/The+boys+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcVfWzGfUUM/TltXWDWscrI/AAAAAAAAC2I/YuOglDModG4/s640/The+boys+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVuOi5ZgSac/TltXOqia1NI/AAAAAAAAC2E/AIsxOWZDLBU/s1600/the+boys+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVuOi5ZgSac/TltXOqia1NI/AAAAAAAAC2E/AIsxOWZDLBU/s640/the+boys+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp9tr4lhqR4/TltX72jOFxI/AAAAAAAAC2U/GGBZzAEJ2Xc/s1600/The+boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp9tr4lhqR4/TltX72jOFxI/AAAAAAAAC2U/GGBZzAEJ2Xc/s640/The+boys.jpg" width="428" /&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/-Yc32wqcE7kc/TltWOQgEAHI/AAAAAAAAC2A/4VkeSEi1rO0/s1600/Sooo+Yummy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc32wqcE7kc/TltWOQgEAHI/AAAAAAAAC2A/4VkeSEi1rO0/s640/Sooo+Yummy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPgQGSWYRN8/TltX1rPJI1I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/G8e8suuQ7pU/s1600/Sharks+cove+Eden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPgQGSWYRN8/TltX1rPJI1I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/G8e8suuQ7pU/s640/Sharks+cove+Eden.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the goggles. She is on the verge of swimming. She can, but is still getting the confidence. She's finding a lot of pride in learning new things like swimming with goggles, caring for her little sister, and reading. She is a very excited student. I'm so proud of her and am loving this time of life with her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g3CNKgjXy98/TltYmsGme3I/AAAAAAAAC2c/VwRJUr1k7jM/s1600/sharks+cove+boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g3CNKgjXy98/TltYmsGme3I/AAAAAAAAC2c/VwRJUr1k7jM/s640/sharks+cove+boys.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taj loves to snorkel. He told us he wants to snorkel everyday. I love to see my little guy find joy in something so natural and beautiful. He's getting so grown up. It's fun to find new ways to play together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-1498700304956245782?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1498700304956245782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1498700304956245782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1498700304956245782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1498700304956245782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-perfect-saturday.html' title='Another Perfect Saturday'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBMVfp57ch4/TltVLx4TEyI/AAAAAAAAC1o/d8I_xxCZfrM/s72-c/Livie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1636082785819845034</id><published>2011-08-22T02:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:27:19.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Micah and I have decided we need to grow up. In some ways at least. One way we've discovered is to ease up on the excitement of having a day off of school. Friday was "Statehood Day" here so there was no school. Thursday night we walked up on a fire knife show at Turtle bay. See if you can see the fire on the knife. Yikes. I don't think I could be talked into letting Taj even try this, and yet there was the 10 year old that won 3rd place in the World Junior&amp;nbsp;Fire knife Competition last year. &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/-9x-WMC8Lfos/TlIWomegQBI/AAAAAAAAC1U/yqnfrYyh19U/s1600/Fire+knife+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9x-WMC8Lfos/TlIWomegQBI/AAAAAAAAC1U/yqnfrYyh19U/s640/Fire+knife+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really miss Taj while he's at school. so when he's home we're all smiles. Taj and Eden hug and laugh. After church Taj grabbed Eden in a big hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said "I missed you Eden." This is definitely a new thing, and very sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMiWOanEqZA/TlIWu-8ctII/AAAAAAAAC1c/TGLpr65wWGM/s1600/Sunset+at+Tbay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMiWOanEqZA/TlIWu-8ctII/AAAAAAAAC1c/TGLpr65wWGM/s640/Sunset+at+Tbay.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sunset was breathtaking. What a way to start a long weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLIpNdFIdoY/TlIWw8bHLzI/AAAAAAAAC1g/psYFSvJ_thw/s1600/Sunset+at+Tbay+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLIpNdFIdoY/TlIWw8bHLzI/AAAAAAAAC1g/psYFSvJ_thw/s640/Sunset+at+Tbay+2.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8PezJnDq1U/TlIWyucR0VI/AAAAAAAAC1k/PCxQKNs5Sr8/s1600/Sweet+Livi+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8PezJnDq1U/TlIWyucR0VI/AAAAAAAAC1k/PCxQKNs5Sr8/s640/Sweet+Livi+Love.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even with food on her face, she is a beauty. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCE8ChA7ZtU/TkhzB2r-G0I/AAAAAAAAC0s/5LBFgHzHMuI/s1600/Livi+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCE8ChA7ZtU/TkhzB2r-G0I/AAAAAAAAC0s/5LBFgHzHMuI/s640/Livi+Love.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a little Daddy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16kIwiXmi5w/TkhzH_MvfQI/AAAAAAAAC0w/alm2b7-SChs/s1600/Eden%2527s+Pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16kIwiXmi5w/TkhzH_MvfQI/AAAAAAAAC0w/alm2b7-SChs/s640/Eden%2527s+Pool.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="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3A6sB413Mg/TkhzTPGmrmI/AAAAAAAAC08/or8-GurssmU/s640/Funny+Face.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/-lPeYjTK3ixc/TkhzVPKNHTI/AAAAAAAAC1A/xlfaEHBJDus/s1600/sassy+Britches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPeYjTK3ixc/TkhzVPKNHTI/AAAAAAAAC1A/xlfaEHBJDus/s640/sassy+Britches.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're still trying to get used to Taj being gone everyday. It's been an interesting transition so far. One surprise has been Eden's response. I thought that of coarse she would miss Taj. They've been together nonstop since she came along almost 4 years ago. I didn't expect her to be as thrown off as she is though. Without Taj to entertain her, she doesn't know what to do with herself. Going into this I've made a new routine for us: taj to school, girls go on a walk to the beach or pool or horses or somewhere fun. Then home for Livi's morning nap and Eden does her "home school", then lunch, then free play before nap. When she wakes up Taj is home and we're all back to good. So far she has loved the time with "just the girls" and LOVES school time. It was way overdue. She's been playing with Olivia a ton, which is great except Eden gets excited and really strong so it always ends with Livi getting hurt. Eden also gets to think about what she wants to do a lot more, which results in her asking me for things constantly and getting sidetracked by her new ideas. She gets bossy and throws fits and is trying to figure out how to act right, apparently. It's exhausting. I'm loving this one on one time with her. We needed it, but it's going to take some getting used to. I'm so done by the time nap time comes around. I guess we're all learning more about Eden as Eden and not as Eden and Taj. It's healthy, but tricky. I'm looking forward to the girl we end up with in a few weeks when the transition is worked out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-5929914473874177663?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5929914473874177663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5929914473874177663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5929914473874177663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5929914473874177663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-girls.html' title='&quot;Just The Girls&quot;'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCE8ChA7ZtU/TkhzB2r-G0I/AAAAAAAAC0s/5LBFgHzHMuI/s72-c/Livi+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-9059275351205964882</id><published>2011-08-14T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:36:24.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Time for Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe this should be part 2 of starting school. When Taj is home we feel like we're supposed to make the time really special for some reason. It'll wear off soon enough, but for now we're loving every second.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7ujMeGYbYQ/TkhtM3Nw81I/AAAAAAAAC0c/UzQ7bi3RtgM/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7ujMeGYbYQ/TkhtM3Nw81I/AAAAAAAAC0c/UzQ7bi3RtgM/s640/DSC_0023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden is giving Livi her first taste of Melona. Yum! That's what sisters are for.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Je7wvfE-KjI/TkhtWeIoJII/AAAAAAAAC0g/gutTcbW5uio/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Je7wvfE-KjI/TkhtWeIoJII/AAAAAAAAC0g/gutTcbW5uio/s640/DSC_0010.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taj picked the biggest ice cream in the store. I've never seen him sit still and watch the waves like he did that day with the ice cream.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxk-e9XpGxo/Tkhtb9eTAuI/AAAAAAAAC0k/FyfiGE6ffos/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxk-e9XpGxo/Tkhtb9eTAuI/AAAAAAAAC0k/FyfiGE6ffos/s640/DSC_0067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Micah's getting up on a wave he somehow caught. He's way too big for little Turtle bay. Oh, and he has his hand with 10 stiches in it duck taped up. You can kind of see how he's getting up one handed.&amp;nbsp;The other kid in the picture is my nephew, Devon. He's 16 and just moved here. He's been so fun to have around. Hands down the nices 16 year old boy I've ever met.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R29b4GejYhA/Tkh27zNkvGI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Q6OPF6HB_po/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R29b4GejYhA/Tkh27zNkvGI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Q6OPF6HB_po/s640/DSC_0070.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj has been amazing. He was sad that first day, but didn't fight going back. In fact, we didn't bring it up so it was fun to see how he reacted to people that asked him about it. He even told a couple people that it was fun. I've had to wake him up every morning, which no parent wants to do. He's tried to play the hide under his covers game and say he doesn't want to go to school, but I think it was more of an experiment to see how I'd react than him really not wanting to go. He's been totally helpful getting ready and going to the car, which means he's excited. That makes me excited. I'm so proud of him transitioning so well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-9059275351205964882?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/9059275351205964882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=9059275351205964882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/9059275351205964882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/9059275351205964882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-time-for-fun.html' title='Always Time for Fun'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N7ujMeGYbYQ/TkhtM3Nw81I/AAAAAAAAC0c/UzQ7bi3RtgM/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1598163914480252106</id><published>2011-08-06T03:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T03:17:30.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4EBNjOQ1FE/TjrYotdV0UI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/nGxvT2kpuxU/s1600/2011-08-02_08-16-48_859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4EBNjOQ1FE/TjrYotdV0UI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/nGxvT2kpuxU/s640/2011-08-02_08-16-48_859.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Tuesday we took this excited boy to his first day of Kindergarten. He was super helpful and pretty much ran to the car. The whole family drove him, but I got to take him in and meet his teacher and see his class. It took all of a few seconds for him to walk away from me and sit with the kids. Mrs. Meha was as sweet as could be. I left feeling really excited for him.&lt;br /&gt;The car ride home was super quiet. Well, compared to what I'm used to. Eden was helpful&amp;nbsp;at keeping us busy and distracting us. We went to the pool and did some school work for her. Had lunch and before I knew it, it was time to get Taj.&lt;br /&gt;Eden had to come with me and see the class. She says his teacher looks like a boy. There were other anxious first time parents waiting for pick up, which comforted me. I picked up a tired boy. And a cuddly boy. He didn't want to talk about his day much. His teacher said he got sad at lunch, and when I asked him about it he broke down and cried and just hugged us. Sweet guy. &lt;br /&gt;It was heart breaking, but also reassuring to me of what a strong bond we have. Maybe too strong? I'm happy to be missed, all though I hate to think of Taj being sad and lonely and I can't really do anything about it but wait until he gets to come home. That and send little notes on his napkin in his lunch. &lt;br /&gt;More details of his first day keep sneaking out. Slowly. I've learned that he got to play on a small playground, do puzzle, had to make friends with the girl, he was the only kid with a home lunch, he wrote as many numbers as he could, and his teacher was nice. That about sums it up. I'm nervous about Monday when he goes back. I'm nervous he wont want to go, or that it will be just as lonely. I know it's time for him to go, but I'm nervous. I want him to love school and feel loved there, but I guess that's not the way the world works all the time. It's a transition, I know. It's going to be a little harder than I thought, and not just for him. It's really hard for me to let him go through the transition. It's a reminder of how important it is to let him know how loved he is every second he's with me, then hopefully whatever happens the rest of the time will be easier to get through. It was the just the first day, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-1598163914480252106?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1598163914480252106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1598163914480252106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1598163914480252106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1598163914480252106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4EBNjOQ1FE/TjrYotdV0UI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/nGxvT2kpuxU/s72-c/2011-08-02_08-16-48_859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-17124697054935880</id><published>2011-08-03T01:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:14:26.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Toes, Hands and Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OfvfZbJHulk/Tjj9XvudnvI/AAAAAAAAC0U/5Vw4ZgIrgXk/s640/DSC_0196.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taj says : "This was my favorite day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden says : while body surfing with Micah's help "Again! I'll never stop doing this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia says : "gi gi kha." Or something like that. She was laughing and smiling the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-17124697054935880?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/17124697054935880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=17124697054935880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/17124697054935880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/17124697054935880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/sandy-toes-and-mouth.html' title='Sandy Toes, Hands and Mouth'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hl_j4KAGQ0/Tjj71HnPRCI/AAAAAAAACz0/uL6CFiQq1GE/s72-c/DSC_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7883978199764390701</id><published>2011-08-03T01:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:13:32.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9CeR8Jy2z0/Tjj6A0WJeuI/AAAAAAAACzg/wGxSJIOO4Dk/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9CeR8Jy2z0/Tjj6A0WJeuI/AAAAAAAACzg/wGxSJIOO4Dk/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n36s21PHrqQ/Tjj510VZbxI/AAAAAAAACzc/tGei37wMDqc/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n36s21PHrqQ/Tjj510VZbxI/AAAAAAAACzc/tGei37wMDqc/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First morning back.&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/-V0VEETwvSgI/Tjj6NKmqdqI/AAAAAAAACzo/EdwiB6xCrYw/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0VEETwvSgI/Tjj6NKmqdqI/AAAAAAAACzo/EdwiB6xCrYw/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJmvLfvH5hQ/Tjj6G0xnxHI/AAAAAAAACzk/3KvEuzN5sMA/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJmvLfvH5hQ/Tjj6G0xnxHI/AAAAAAAACzk/3KvEuzN5sMA/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU3JbtoheUA/Tjj6UzLNS_I/AAAAAAAACzs/OKe48GxpCEI/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU3JbtoheUA/Tjj6UzLNS_I/AAAAAAAACzs/OKe48GxpCEI/s320/DSC_0157.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/-wCfYD7QCSp4/Tjj6oYI6z2I/AAAAAAAACzw/5rUUOwWtfaY/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCfYD7QCSp4/Tjj6oYI6z2I/AAAAAAAACzw/5rUUOwWtfaY/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls are taking to home quite nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7883978199764390701?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7883978199764390701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7883978199764390701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7883978199764390701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7883978199764390701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home!!!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9CeR8Jy2z0/Tjj6A0WJeuI/AAAAAAAACzg/wGxSJIOO4Dk/s72-c/DSC_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2058675366980351433</id><published>2011-08-03T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:31:18.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhZ-DKOPRwY/Tjj2lKCIpdI/AAAAAAAACzQ/n4k_gg42G2Q/s1600/Nana%2527s+Tub+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhZ-DKOPRwY/Tjj2lKCIpdI/AAAAAAAACzQ/n4k_gg42G2Q/s640/Nana%2527s+Tub+2.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/-LZ0XqKhryWo/Tjj2pydrEeI/AAAAAAAACzU/AS3YdDtNLMM/s1600/Nana%2527s+Tub+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ0XqKhryWo/Tjj2pydrEeI/AAAAAAAACzU/AS3YdDtNLMM/s640/Nana%2527s+Tub+3.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/-XnE6vtK8PM0/Tjj3MHEiJRI/AAAAAAAACzY/rcTMb2piV_U/s1600/Nana%2527s+Tub+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XnE6vtK8PM0/Tjj3MHEiJRI/AAAAAAAACzY/rcTMb2piV_U/s640/Nana%2527s+Tub+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never mind the horrible pictures from swim lessons the kids all had, or the pictures we forgot to take of Elder Smith's return from his mission in Brazil AND the entire family reunion. Never mind the hair mishap my sis and I had- those pictures were never taken. Never mind the pictures of Micah's 10 stitches in his left hand that he got at 11 the night before we left Utah, when we should have been packing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is too old to bath together? Never mind that. These are a few sweet pictures from Nana's bathroom, a room I had no idea I could love so much. We will miss you and all the other favorite Utah things that make Utah home too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2058675366980351433?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2058675366980351433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2058675366980351433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2058675366980351433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2058675366980351433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/08/youll-be-missed.html' title='You&apos;ll be missed'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhZ-DKOPRwY/Tjj2lKCIpdI/AAAAAAAACzQ/n4k_gg42G2Q/s72-c/Nana%2527s+Tub+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8001434620402851823</id><published>2011-07-26T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:26:32.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our third 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Olivia is 1! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LTJA3YdCpI/Ti5kIonvWQI/AAAAAAAACyw/a4eUwTJoaV0/s1600/birthday+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LTJA3YdCpI/Ti5kIonvWQI/AAAAAAAACyw/a4eUwTJoaV0/s640/birthday+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is our third baby to turn 1, and I find myself more emotional than with the last 2. With Taj and Eden I was so excited for each landmark, where with Olivia I find myself savoring every little baby moment. It was a fun celebration. She was loved and adored and celebrated, even more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTQtiA8DwYY/Ti5kUzywJGI/AAAAAAAACy0/M1Y9k-6PsmA/s1600/birthday+candle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTQtiA8DwYY/Ti5kUzywJGI/AAAAAAAACy0/M1Y9k-6PsmA/s640/birthday+candle.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids were happy to show her all about blowing out candles. There were a lot of them (kids and candles). She was wanting to grab them, but blowing them out wasn't going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt--h4geLK0/Ti5kcz13YzI/AAAAAAAACy4/w_IkH9V635w/s1600/double+fistin+it.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt--h4geLK0/Ti5kcz13YzI/AAAAAAAACy4/w_IkH9V635w/s640/double+fistin+it.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Note: Olivia is eating the traditional 1st birthday cake: angel food cake and whipped cream with berries on the traditional Smith family birthday plate. I love that she has food in both hands. She was very clean and civilized about it, but also enjoyed every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAlI0Ea3iVY/Ti5kkv455HI/AAAAAAAACy8/3NbvxjVwOLg/s1600/Eden%252C+the+cheeto+guardian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAlI0Ea3iVY/Ti5kkv455HI/AAAAAAAACy8/3NbvxjVwOLg/s640/Eden%252C+the+cheeto+guardian.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden was the Cheetos guardian. She loves those things, and now so does Olivia. Thanks for sharing with your sis. It was a fun party. Kind of a birthday party and a going away party in one. Taj told Micah how excited he was for it every night before bed for a few days. He is getting to that point where he and his buddies just run around being wild. I remember that feeling and love that my little guy has that. They all had special powers from what I've gathered. I have to note Elijah, a.k.a. "Chicken Potato" had the power to make bombs out of potatoes. Or something. It was hilarious. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnT8I1Lj9_k/Ti5lD-7HS5I/AAAAAAAACzA/8J9ksdamSA4/s1600/ice+cream+cone+cupcakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnT8I1Lj9_k/Ti5lD-7HS5I/AAAAAAAACzA/8J9ksdamSA4/s640/ice+cream+cone+cupcakes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made ice cream cone cupcakes. Yum. They were fun and tasty. The whipped cream melted instantly, even on cooled cupcakes, but they were still a hit. I'll be making them again for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLNtoNmVN2E/Ti5lUDM4qnI/AAAAAAAACzE/WbAjea4hJoE/s1600/sharing+the+goods.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SLNtoNmVN2E/Ti5lUDM4qnI/AAAAAAAACzE/WbAjea4hJoE/s640/sharing+the+goods.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia loved her cupcake cone and wanted to share it with me. She is a sweet and sharing little one. I feel like she's taking care of me sometimes, the way she always comes over for a hug or to show me something. I'm such a lucky Mom and am constantly filled with love when I'm around Olivia. We all are. The kids run to get her from naps and come in to give her a kiss while she's nursing like the world depends on it. She's talking a ton, all though it only sounds like real words sometimes. We get what sounds like "ba" or ball. "mamama" or Mama. "yeah" or yeah. "dada" or dada. She's very good at communicating,&amp;nbsp;words or not, without fussing.She's a&amp;nbsp;very peaceful girl.&amp;nbsp;Rarely throws fits, and they are always over quickly. She clicks her tongue. She loves water, and blankets, and loves animals. She points, and either squeaks or laughs when she sees them. It can be a real animal or just a picture in a book. She even neighs like a horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZajn19m6GU/Ti5llC9vNWI/AAAAAAAACzM/UjkmXSvrLPo/s1600/the+girls+and+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZajn19m6GU/Ti5llC9vNWI/AAAAAAAACzM/UjkmXSvrLPo/s640/the+girls+and+cake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's too much to say about this little one. She is a blessing. We love having her around. We loved celebrating her. I can't believe she's 1, but it feels like she's always been with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-8001434620402851823?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8001434620402851823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8001434620402851823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8001434620402851823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8001434620402851823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-third-1st-birthday.html' title='Our third 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0LTJA3YdCpI/Ti5kIonvWQI/AAAAAAAACyw/a4eUwTJoaV0/s72-c/birthday+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-330638393215551477</id><published>2011-07-20T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:00:45.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good day when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a good day when the kids and I can discover a new park WITH a splash pad. The landscape around us was so surreal. We'll be going back for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then during lunch Nana calls us from our backyard... she rode Flash over for us to ride. These kids have the life.&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/-pdtRNnYe6bU/TiZs6uiwjtI/AAAAAAAACyM/WRumu2XMM3E/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdtRNnYe6bU/TiZs6uiwjtI/AAAAAAAACyM/WRumu2XMM3E/s640/DSC_0009.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Prpe-ixOS0/TiZtphb6hWI/AAAAAAAACyg/ABli72DJyLQ/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Prpe-ixOS0/TiZtphb6hWI/AAAAAAAACyg/ABli72DJyLQ/s640/DSC_0020.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pM_nST-Ihv8/TiZtxuH-clI/AAAAAAAACyk/k-VmP4vFgok/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and I just got back from our trip to St. Paul. Why go to Minnesota you ask?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For these guys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxCzYb8mKgE/Th_INOri-LI/AAAAAAAACww/KL-E0CrrCl8/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxCzYb8mKgE/Th_INOri-LI/AAAAAAAACww/KL-E0CrrCl8/s640/DSC_0055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this little guy (James was born the same day as Olivia)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmFnKSZt50o/Th_IS0UQrCI/AAAAAAAACw0/uGs8JaIPQzE/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmFnKSZt50o/Th_IS0UQrCI/AAAAAAAACw0/uGs8JaIPQzE/s640/DSC_0030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this little cutie (and her old lady impression)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CL6YyYbEJuI/Th_Ia2faGjI/AAAAAAAACw4/BpA8c42z9G0/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CL6YyYbEJuI/Th_Ia2faGjI/AAAAAAAACw4/BpA8c42z9G0/s640/DSC_0118.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;these girls might be the most photogenic people I know. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DsVt679vp4/Th_I908Gr1I/AAAAAAAACxA/_xEZHry05kE/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2DsVt679vp4/Th_I908Gr1I/AAAAAAAACxA/_xEZHry05kE/s640/DSC_0156.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amy and I have been friends forever. Since before we can even remember. We've always felt like family, then after meeting her cousin and marrying him we really became family. I haven't seen enough of her and her family that's been all over for Rudy, her husband,&amp;nbsp;who is finishing his Residency in Minneapolis. Olivia and I&amp;nbsp;jumped at the chance to go see them for 4 days and I'm soooooo glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gsyOzHAU2s/Th_LcXzVMBI/AAAAAAAACxE/JxSKy_hGFHs/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gsyOzHAU2s/Th_LcXzVMBI/AAAAAAAACxE/JxSKy_hGFHs/s640/DSC_0010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Mall of America. It's as amazing as you've heard.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMBOFrwOetk/Th_LlhyQWqI/AAAAAAAACxM/lQznHSHmOzI/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMBOFrwOetk/Th_LlhyQWqI/AAAAAAAACxM/lQznHSHmOzI/s640/DSC_0023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmmmm... the raspberries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4iOT9B7o7k/Th_LfkPcJgI/AAAAAAAACxI/-djAdvYoDlo/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4iOT9B7o7k/Th_LfkPcJgI/AAAAAAAACxI/-djAdvYoDlo/s640/DSC_0015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livi's first ride on a carousel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcI0aqut2uY/Th_LwHroooI/AAAAAAAACxU/_IJEolSJz3Q/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcI0aqut2uY/Th_LwHroooI/AAAAAAAACxU/_IJEolSJz3Q/s640/DSC_0054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More raspberries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lCXbb1il-I/Th_Nq4duHHI/AAAAAAAACxg/W1RU3ZWLdh8/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8lCXbb1il-I/Th_Nq4duHHI/AAAAAAAACxg/W1RU3ZWLdh8/s640/DSC_0093.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the beach? No, at the lake. One of the 10,000.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rm1EU7wEnnM/Th_NuDiC6HI/AAAAAAAACxk/B25PqrmCL6Q/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rm1EU7wEnnM/Th_NuDiC6HI/AAAAAAAACxk/B25PqrmCL6Q/s640/DSC_0095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;surprisingly warm. playground right there. I kind of get why people love this place.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n72fYLr7odg/Th_NyL43EbI/AAAAAAAACxo/9rY35wTCzmM/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n72fYLr7odg/Th_NyL43EbI/AAAAAAAACxo/9rY35wTCzmM/s640/DSC_0110.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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YozEI2rgUhA/Th_OT0XmDRI/AAAAAAAACxw/5BqOcGbnXFE/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YozEI2rgUhA/Th_OT0XmDRI/AAAAAAAACxw/5BqOcGbnXFE/s640/DSC_0153.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhhslUgn2tc/Th_Om5WEl6I/AAAAAAAACx0/uVKJ0Cio3XM/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhhslUgn2tc/Th_Om5WEl6I/AAAAAAAACx0/uVKJ0Cio3XM/s640/DSC_0124.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even more raspberries. You can imagine the diapers. So amazing fresh picked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-325uKdRzNDU/Th_OzzJvb5I/AAAAAAAACx4/Ss0X_pwev1w/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-325uKdRzNDU/Th_OzzJvb5I/AAAAAAAACx4/Ss0X_pwev1w/s640/DSC_0068.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ue55rusEc4/Th_O3aEEFnI/AAAAAAAACx8/F2M80Vvpj10/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ue55rusEc4/Th_O3aEEFnI/AAAAAAAACx8/F2M80Vvpj10/s640/DSC_0076.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gorgeous (sweaty)&amp;nbsp;Minnehaha falls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun trip. Amy totally spoiled us. She taught me all about the importance of good food with good company. I had no idea Amy could cook like that. She was an amazing tour guide. I can't get over the houses and the beautiful cathedrals. Incredible city full of nice people. Olivia is the best lap child ever. Seriously never fussed, even when our flight was delayed an hour, then we sat on the runway for a half hour, then we had to run to make our next flight, then we sat on the runway for another half hour, then they lost our luggage, so we didn't get home until 2 am. She was pure sweetness. It must have been all the sweet raspberries and her first taste of ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;I was aching for my other babies, but we loved every minute of our vacation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-4882401074580913229?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4882401074580913229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4882401074580913229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4882401074580913229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4882401074580913229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/07/smith-girls-in-twin-cities.html' title='Smith Girls in the Twin Cities'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxCzYb8mKgE/Th_INOri-LI/AAAAAAAACww/KL-E0CrrCl8/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3510789226720317099</id><published>2011-07-06T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:23:32.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEW5XqLa_Ug/ThP3vunUx-I/AAAAAAAACwA/fO6ZkdF28yI/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEW5XqLa_Ug/ThP3vunUx-I/AAAAAAAACwA/fO6ZkdF28yI/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THQ62ZFToq0/ThP3QxsB85I/AAAAAAAACv8/FxtZEWaA1Jk/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THQ62ZFToq0/ThP3QxsB85I/AAAAAAAACv8/FxtZEWaA1Jk/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCT5DslOLeU/ThP38CSGXBI/AAAAAAAACwE/EGXAWSl0r4c/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCT5DslOLeU/ThP38CSGXBI/AAAAAAAACwE/EGXAWSl0r4c/s640/DSC_0018.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Micah works 6 days a week all summer long, so when he get's 4th of July off we celebrate. I think it's becoming our favorite holiday. We had a few family firework shows. I love Taj cheering- he get's into it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad45UHAzppQ/ThP4JZnxyeI/AAAAAAAACwI/LghA2xrOElk/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad45UHAzppQ/ThP4JZnxyeI/AAAAAAAACwI/LghA2xrOElk/s640/DSC_0019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first party we went to was a pool party at the Hartley's. Micah's not hiding from the camera, he's just not used to the sun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjoxSmsbZCc/ThP4Q1Ue0DI/AAAAAAAACwM/Llpz7YopNBg/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjoxSmsbZCc/ThP4Q1Ue0DI/AAAAAAAACwM/Llpz7YopNBg/s640/DSC_0023.JPG" width="640" /&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/-Ozqv8DO-uU0/ThP5GsQrgwI/AAAAAAAACwQ/CvHRSjgkwL0/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozqv8DO-uU0/ThP5GsQrgwI/AAAAAAAACwQ/CvHRSjgkwL0/s640/DSC_0036.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/-R77hYlWcZiQ/ThP5WIu6cVI/AAAAAAAACwU/f0z6DBmzTys/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R77hYlWcZiQ/ThP5WIu6cVI/AAAAAAAACwU/f0z6DBmzTys/s640/DSC_0046.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShNvnjw_svE/ThP5hw68J-I/AAAAAAAACwY/2uXrl5I6dhA/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShNvnjw_svE/ThP5hw68J-I/AAAAAAAACwY/2uXrl5I6dhA/s640/DSC_0050.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden asked why red, white and blue get a birthday. This was a fun year for her, as a 3 year old she's starting to really think about things and figure out why we do what we do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8HJTrnlF5Y/ThP6Rtw5wTI/AAAAAAAACwc/SDKSkX0d1xY/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8HJTrnlF5Y/ThP6Rtw5wTI/AAAAAAAACwc/SDKSkX0d1xY/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W3ff6LTlOU/ThP6yZO7ihI/AAAAAAAACwg/TFWxmm-IUoY/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W3ff6LTlOU/ThP6yZO7ihI/AAAAAAAACwg/TFWxmm-IUoY/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;At party number two we had the traditional release of the ladybugs- freedom! All the kids squeeled while Taj and Eden watched and adored the little critters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sngnYUg2AYQ/ThP6_w5aaQI/AAAAAAAACwk/9z3rBiIEGe8/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sngnYUg2AYQ/ThP6_w5aaQI/AAAAAAAACwk/9z3rBiIEGe8/s640/DSC_0093.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm telling you, the boy loves fireworks. This year he was caught several times testing limits and saying things like "I was just burning the weeds". Yikes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ykL-W1Zng4/ThP7F7ASpXI/AAAAAAAACwo/Glv0WE_o3Yw/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ykL-W1Zng4/ThP7F7ASpXI/AAAAAAAACwo/Glv0WE_o3Yw/s640/DSC_0089.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia was seen nursing corn all night long. Along with fireworks, she discovered corn this year. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkaqGip6Fbo/ThP7LR7fWCI/AAAAAAAACws/XGQ6xwYGO4o/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkaqGip6Fbo/ThP7LR7fWCI/AAAAAAAACws/XGQ6xwYGO4o/s640/DSC_0098.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden said, "we should have only done one party." She was super tired by the end. We all were. We packed in the fun and the Micah time. The drive home from Park City was amazing... there were fireworks going off everywhere we looked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3510789226720317099?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3510789226720317099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3510789226720317099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3510789226720317099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3510789226720317099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!!!!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEW5XqLa_Ug/ThP3vunUx-I/AAAAAAAACwA/fO6ZkdF28yI/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4913805091274777684</id><published>2011-06-26T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:33:47.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkbF9rN7tW8/TgbVoNPIyVI/AAAAAAAACus/e_wAxpjtVtg/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkbF9rN7tW8/TgbVoNPIyVI/AAAAAAAACus/e_wAxpjtVtg/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PRjHiWxnCic/TgbVZpEMM2I/AAAAAAAACuk/ly32oeaCp6o/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PRjHiWxnCic/TgbVZpEMM2I/AAAAAAAACuk/ly32oeaCp6o/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyo-cx1FtVI/TgbVfsTYWAI/AAAAAAAACuo/hw-jbW5mrBg/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyo-cx1FtVI/TgbVfsTYWAI/AAAAAAAACuo/hw-jbW5mrBg/s640/DSC_0010.JPG" width="640" /&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/-mAXLcq0_a1Q/TgbVv3-GPdI/AAAAAAAACuw/CEhcYiQDIhY/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mAXLcq0_a1Q/TgbVv3-GPdI/AAAAAAAACuw/CEhcYiQDIhY/s640/DSC_0016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Utah is crazy with rodeos, fireworks, and parades. Every week a different city is having their celebration: same recipe, different location. We had a great time at our city's parade. I didn't really care for them as a kid, but I'm thinking it was because Hawaii didn't have this much sparkle (rust doesn't count) and music, and check out the kids doing crazy gymnastics on a moving float. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HwpA3trV8U/TgbXgRF1-mI/AAAAAAAACu0/_w5unjaN3eY/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_HwpA3trV8U/TgbXgRF1-mI/AAAAAAAACu0/_w5unjaN3eY/s640/DSC_0017.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just got back from a mini vacation. Micah went to St. George for the Utah games and we went to the big Salt Lake City with Taffy/Nana. Whatever you call her, she's amazing. This is a pic of the kids looking out from the Church Office Building, where Taffy volunteers on Weds and Thursdays. What an amazing view.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-2x9ez05Es/TgbXqyereoI/AAAAAAAACu4/pukezLItIO0/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-2x9ez05Es/TgbXqyereoI/AAAAAAAACu4/pukezLItIO0/s640/DSC_0019.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was an amazing way to see SLC. It really is a beautiful city with such interesting history. Eden loved seeing all the brides and had me call her "Bride" and ask why she was wearing white. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lp9-bGhkuew/TgbX08vRQSI/AAAAAAAACu8/W-G73ihBxdg/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lp9-bGhkuew/TgbX08vRQSI/AAAAAAAACu8/W-G73ihBxdg/s640/DSC_0026.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I see the Temple in Salt Lake I wonder how in the world people were able to make such a huge, incredible and breath taking building way back when. Seriously.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJyKsds-klE/TgbX81xihOI/AAAAAAAACvA/hQR5z2a9lf4/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJyKsds-klE/TgbX81xihOI/AAAAAAAACvA/hQR5z2a9lf4/s640/DSC_0032.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0M2cIKtYAE/TgbYPiA1xOI/AAAAAAAACvE/DBO1hMOYWEc/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0M2cIKtYAE/TgbYPiA1xOI/AAAAAAAACvE/DBO1hMOYWEc/s640/DSC_0036.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We explored the Church History Museum. This dress was incredible. Hand stitched in the 1800's. It was a wedding dress. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6kaWcIVTrI/TgbYX14lFqI/AAAAAAAACvI/PaqMZevMlfY/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6kaWcIVTrI/TgbYX14lFqI/AAAAAAAACvI/PaqMZevMlfY/s640/DSC_0034.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a city- right in the middle of the huge buildings is a well preserved cottage from&amp;nbsp; the first settlers. See it?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhnRKSerHG4/TgbYktQpVlI/AAAAAAAACvM/6mnfG2TSKok/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhnRKSerHG4/TgbYktQpVlI/AAAAAAAACvM/6mnfG2TSKok/s640/DSC_0045.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Museum has an awesome hands on expo for kids. Eden is dancing with a tv that reflects off a mirror so it looks like she's dancing with them. She was in heaven. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i821ssKUYKA/TgbYxZc1WhI/AAAAAAAACvQ/HqaVrESZonQ/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i821ssKUYKA/TgbYxZc1WhI/AAAAAAAACvQ/HqaVrESZonQ/s640/DSC_0059.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taj was getting down to business too. He loved the games on the computer, and was concentrating really hard on it. I think the stance says it all.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m547mQMARPc/TgbZKVmOkxI/AAAAAAAACvU/92zYFQnny2c/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m547mQMARPc/TgbZKVmOkxI/AAAAAAAACvU/92zYFQnny2c/s640/DSC_0077.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed at a hotel that night. No pictures. We were too busy in the pool and eating and sleeping all snuggled up together. I'm not a person that likes touching when I'm sleeping. Eden loves to cuddle. Like be all over me and breath on me. It was cute for a little while. Olivia had no problem in her crib, but popped right up in the morning when she heard us all crazy hair and squeaky. Adorable. &lt;br /&gt;The next morning we went out for a ride on Trax. It's the free transit system in the city and the kids thought it was the coolest thing ever. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tn2f4SovDXY/TgbZVrlzARI/AAAAAAAACvY/de2AgCvITv8/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tn2f4SovDXY/TgbZVrlzARI/AAAAAAAACvY/de2AgCvITv8/s640/DSC_0048.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3igLSjXQgEQ/TgbZmV7oWXI/AAAAAAAACvc/AFSP6Uqieow/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3igLSjXQgEQ/TgbZmV7oWXI/AAAAAAAACvc/AFSP6Uqieow/s640/DSC_0094.JPG" width="640" /&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/-w7gxVOiSmu8/TgbaIolAZoI/AAAAAAAACvk/qqbPNd1nPuY/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7gxVOiSmu8/TgbaIolAZoI/AAAAAAAACvk/qqbPNd1nPuY/s640/DSC_0103.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/-Et81X9CDxS0/TgbZ_rvQRgI/AAAAAAAACvg/aMKeDpUGQ5w/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Et81X9CDxS0/TgbZ_rvQRgI/AAAAAAAACvg/aMKeDpUGQ5w/s640/DSC_0100.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1S9KR3A5rcY/TgbaTz1OMbI/AAAAAAAACvo/GSPAZ_u9JPY/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1S9KR3A5rcY/TgbaTz1OMbI/AAAAAAAACvo/GSPAZ_u9JPY/s640/DSC_0102.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found ourselves at Gateway Mall and surprise, we all got soaked. What are you gonna do? It's vacation. So fun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcHB5Nvh2wg/Tgba3571MzI/AAAAAAAACvw/0YELCjCAZiw/s1600/DSC_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcHB5Nvh2wg/Tgba3571MzI/AAAAAAAACvw/0YELCjCAZiw/s640/DSC_0107.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After checkout we headed home, but not without one more stop at Boondocks. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNBlFylw-8M/TgbbAnl-i6I/AAAAAAAACv0/K-pcrBTj-QY/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNBlFylw-8M/TgbbAnl-i6I/AAAAAAAACv0/K-pcrBTj-QY/s640/DSC_0108.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Whp2zQJMXOw/TgbbJJpao5I/AAAAAAAACv4/A2DQ6Su0TDs/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Whp2zQJMXOw/TgbbJJpao5I/AAAAAAAACv4/A2DQ6Su0TDs/s640/DSC_0110.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't want to leave but it felt nice to be home. The kids are great little travelers and explorers and adventurers. Can't wait to see Micah when he gets home tomorrow. This was way better than just hanging out at home. A little weekend trip to remember.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-4913805091274777684?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4913805091274777684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4913805091274777684&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4913805091274777684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4913805091274777684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-ish.html' title='Weekend-ish'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkbF9rN7tW8/TgbVoNPIyVI/AAAAAAAACus/e_wAxpjtVtg/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8552418766395367482</id><published>2011-06-18T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:26:07.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months and 25 Days Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHS2HfgmLT8/TfxL-WRyVEI/AAAAAAAACuM/P3KeRMbg_UI/s1600/Livi+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHS2HfgmLT8/TfxL-WRyVEI/AAAAAAAACuM/P3KeRMbg_UI/s640/Livi+Collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby is beyond baby steps. She is full on cruising. She walks around the house like it's her job. She walks herself down the hall to find the action, with me close behind adoring her every movement (and keeping her out of trouble). This little one is found climbing stairs, picking up food and any other little tiny bit off the ground and putting them in her mouth. Everything goes in her mouth. Everything. She will raise her arms in the air for apparently no reason while walking around. This little girl will start off in one direction, then turn around with a smile and come back to lean in and get a hug. This happens a lot.&amp;nbsp;Love surrounds her. She has developed a crush on her Daddy.&amp;nbsp;This little one loves her brother and sister. They are the best gift for her, and her for them. There is endless giggling and love when they're around each other. Taj and Eden jump up to follow me in to get her from naps. They must kiss her before naps and bedtime. They feel the need to share everything with her- food, toys, blankets. She loves her blankets. She babbles "ma ma ma" and does what I would describe as a soft and sweet growl. She whispers. She squeaks. She tries to imitate animals and squeals when she sees them. She is precious and growing way to quickly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AykefggIbzs/TfxMKYjjNUI/AAAAAAAACuQ/fqtTmfTSxhE/s1600/Beach+Buddies+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AykefggIbzs/TfxMKYjjNUI/AAAAAAAACuQ/fqtTmfTSxhE/s320/Beach+Buddies+1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia is very social. She likes to watch and meet people. We went to the pond by our house with some of our favorite Utahans- yes Pattersons, you are Utahans. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y09fG7k3UJY/TfxMNjPVqjI/AAAAAAAACuU/zERFJ-OuJQI/s1600/Beach+Buddies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y09fG7k3UJY/TfxMNjPVqjI/AAAAAAAACuU/zERFJ-OuJQI/s320/Beach+Buddies.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had to hang out with Clive, and I can't blame her. He's adorable, and very entertaining.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xE6e0c6Lr2E/TfxMpKPAI9I/AAAAAAAACuY/IdxAN8mBUhw/s1600/Water+Boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xE6e0c6Lr2E/TfxMpKPAI9I/AAAAAAAACuY/IdxAN8mBUhw/s640/Water+Boys.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big boys had big boy business of squirting and digging and trying to get away with getting everyone wet. Taj has grown up tons in the short time we've been here. He is the human sponge. He has been caught reading- really reading books to Eden because she asked him to. He showers himself, gets himself dressed, makes his bed, started trying new foods and admitting he likes them, loves to earn money for toys, rides big kid bikes, and has started trying out the basics of picking on his sister. They really are the best of friends, but you can almost see his wheels turning as he wonders what would happen if... It's a summer full of learning.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fCPhDG8WeM/TfxMtphOrfI/AAAAAAAACuc/_wuN-9MEObM/s1600/Sand+Toys+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fCPhDG8WeM/TfxMtphOrfI/AAAAAAAACuc/_wuN-9MEObM/s640/Sand+Toys+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden is my little buddy. She is so beautiful. I sometimes can't believe she came from Micah and I. She's at the stage of 3 year old hood where I never know what I'm going to get. We get the sweetest of sweets, and wildest of wilds. One second she's wanting to wrestle and be a power ranger, and the next she's wanting to put on lip gloss and brush her hair. I guess this is how you find out&amp;nbsp;who you are. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtgHel16irE/TfxMw0IAQcI/AAAAAAAACug/96pmvnhPsrE/s1600/On+a+Boat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtgHel16irE/TfxMw0IAQcI/AAAAAAAACug/96pmvnhPsrE/s640/On+a+Boat.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Racheal is the funnest Mom I know. She is completely devoted, has an amazing sense of humor, and is someone that makes being in Utah bearable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-8552418766395367482?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8552418766395367482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8552418766395367482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8552418766395367482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8552418766395367482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-months-and-25-days-old.html' title='10 Months and 25 Days Old'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHS2HfgmLT8/TfxL-WRyVEI/AAAAAAAACuM/P3KeRMbg_UI/s72-c/Livi+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7075190291550671756</id><published>2011-06-13T01:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:57:50.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Toes</title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEKRyARGH4M/TfW9KVmisCI/AAAAAAAACto/hh_h2V-g5wo/s1600/Eden+fence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEKRyARGH4M/TfW9KVmisCI/AAAAAAAACto/hh_h2V-g5wo/s640/Eden+fence.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBokgHuw9pA/TfW9NfrC7TI/AAAAAAAACts/0zRxUumgCEA/s1600/Edens+ready.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBokgHuw9pA/TfW9NfrC7TI/AAAAAAAACts/0zRxUumgCEA/s640/Edens+ready.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfyrwP66xcM/TfW9-pITZgI/AAAAAAAACuE/tYAtJQ53BuA/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfyrwP66xcM/TfW9-pITZgI/AAAAAAAACuE/tYAtJQ53BuA/s640/DSC_0055.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/-dV-E45O1Apk/TfW-IH7lJsI/AAAAAAAACuI/NjhvS4YA5ZM/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dV-E45O1Apk/TfW-IH7lJsI/AAAAAAAACuI/NjhvS4YA5ZM/s640/DSC_0059.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or should I title this, "Fun Times"? It's finally warming up, it stays bright until 9 at night and we've been playing A LOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're at Rock Canyon Park where some of the melted snow runoff makes a fun (and icey) stream around the park. The kids were going bananas over the raft, and rightfully so. It was a good time for all. We floated around the park then ran back to the beginning over and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7075190291550671756?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7075190291550671756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7075190291550671756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7075190291550671756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7075190291550671756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-times-part-3.html' title='Frozen Toes'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEKRyARGH4M/TfW9KVmisCI/AAAAAAAACto/hh_h2V-g5wo/s72-c/Eden+fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8441323724909186265</id><published>2011-06-13T01:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:54:25.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"At the old ball game"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePVB_CCegRQ/TfWo9MVpyqI/AAAAAAAACtM/5ayJKEATdBA/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePVB_CCegRQ/TfWo9MVpyqI/AAAAAAAACtM/5ayJKEATdBA/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0qczke6gd0/TfWpG15QR2I/AAAAAAAACtQ/nZlYevY8L6Y/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0qczke6gd0/TfWpG15QR2I/AAAAAAAACtQ/nZlYevY8L6Y/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGY3FXtP_u4/TfWpPStY0fI/AAAAAAAACtU/DonFzwPpuPI/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGY3FXtP_u4/TfWpPStY0fI/AAAAAAAACtU/DonFzwPpuPI/s640/DSC_0106.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The T in Tee Ball might stand for Taj. He loves it.His team picked the name "Lightning&lt;br /&gt;Blue".&amp;nbsp;We hear him saying innocently "I hit the ball really far guys." He's helping the other team out. He loved it when somebody actually caught his ball and chased him to first base. We got some pictures of him digging his nose while waiting his turn too-a classic. &lt;br /&gt;On another note, Taj is going to start school soon. I need all you moms out there that have been through this. What do I need to do to prepare him? I want to know the truth. Shoelaces? Home lunch/school lunches? I'll work on the digging his nose in public thing. Seriously, I'm not worried about the learning aspect of it, but the social aspect. What do I need to be prepared for- good and bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-8441323724909186265?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8441323724909186265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8441323724909186265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8441323724909186265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8441323724909186265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-times-part-2.html' title='&quot;At the old ball game&quot;'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePVB_CCegRQ/TfWo9MVpyqI/AAAAAAAACtM/5ayJKEATdBA/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1599241585336355241</id><published>2011-06-13T00:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:52:35.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...And the floods came up... Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u45OLl2MdAE/TfWk2owW8WI/AAAAAAAACtA/DoqHJ8snG_E/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u45OLl2MdAE/TfWk2owW8WI/AAAAAAAACtA/DoqHJ8snG_E/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFcGkTaLYg8/TfWlFiegytI/AAAAAAAACtI/Ibps6bK-6tA/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFcGkTaLYg8/TfWlFiegytI/AAAAAAAACtI/Ibps6bK-6tA/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tm4qzAqIdc/TfWk9rqlkyI/AAAAAAAACtE/MGaaZK-jtio/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tm4qzAqIdc/TfWk9rqlkyI/AAAAAAAACtE/MGaaZK-jtio/s640/DSC_0003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;During the time Micah and I spent in Utah we heard people say prayers of gratitude for the "moisture" we recieved everytime it snowed. It always stood out because I hate the word "moisture" and because I&amp;nbsp;come from such a wet place. Maybe I take water for granted a little.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this year was especially "moist" for Utah. It has been since we've been back, and Utah is trying to learn how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;We live next to a large pond and have a little stream running behind us that feeds into it. These pictures are of us crossing a log by the stream. It seamed friendly enough until the stream got a log stuck in the pipe it runs into that leads it to the pond. The stream rose about 3 feet and began making an alternate route directly next to the house and only inches from Olivias bedroom window well. Steve discovered the&amp;nbsp;new stream and got us all out there digging in the dirt to make a retaining wall for the water until the pipe got unclogged. It took a couple hours and some wading in icy water before the water was flowing as it should and the flood receded. It was way too close for comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-1599241585336355241?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1599241585336355241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1599241585336355241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1599241585336355241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1599241585336355241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-times-part-1.html' title='...And the floods came up... Again'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u45OLl2MdAE/TfWk2owW8WI/AAAAAAAACtA/DoqHJ8snG_E/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-537027092445026290</id><published>2011-06-02T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:56:40.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings and the Curse</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get the very strong feeling that I'm not the only one totally in love with this little man-boy, Taj. I do everything I can to provide good, worthwhile experiences for him. I try to come up with quality ways to spend our days. Then there are the things that just seem to fall in our laps and are a perfect fit- even&amp;nbsp;more amazing&amp;nbsp;than I would have ever&amp;nbsp;imagined.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L37oTpW-t84/Tecwf70MsSI/AAAAAAAACss/wLlAHyaYbLE/s1600/legos+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L37oTpW-t84/Tecwf70MsSI/AAAAAAAACss/wLlAHyaYbLE/s640/legos+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl0eCJaSh00/TecwiBi6C2I/AAAAAAAACsw/WV-2wMBVIfI/s1600/lego+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl0eCJaSh00/TecwiBi6C2I/AAAAAAAACsw/WV-2wMBVIfI/s640/lego+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's a fundraiser for the Primary Childrens Hospital called "The Festival of Trees." People donate decorated trees that are auctioned off for the charity. This year Nana teamed up with cousin/niece/friend Emily Robins to do a "lego" themed tree. Taj has been put to work with an absolute dream job. This is better than Christmas... almost. Lately doors have been opening for us. We feel blessed and loved beyond what we deserve.&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/-TnEMW9Gh7cs/TecwoSfCDJI/AAAAAAAACs0/Z4nb5Df2vmM/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnEMW9Gh7cs/TecwoSfCDJI/AAAAAAAACs0/Z4nb5Df2vmM/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We flooded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VntkOXVjtg/Tecwtfxt2mI/AAAAAAAACs4/Nzlv-VZT6O4/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VntkOXVjtg/Tecwtfxt2mI/AAAAAAAACs4/Nzlv-VZT6O4/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__5ewtobkG4/TecwxqgIm0I/AAAAAAAACs8/G5bUf6fl45c/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__5ewtobkG4/TecwxqgIm0I/AAAAAAAACs8/G5bUf6fl45c/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure it's a theme of ours. A curse, even. Micah and I had our first flood right before moving into our first house 5 years ago. That was cleaned up and resolved and all but forgotten when this flood happened just after moving into the new house. Ugh. Luckily it was only one room and the carpet was salvageable. Micah and I are in no rush to buy or move again anytime soon :)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-537027092445026290?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/537027092445026290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=537027092445026290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/537027092445026290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/537027092445026290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessings-and-curse.html' title='Blessings and the Curse'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L37oTpW-t84/Tecwf70MsSI/AAAAAAAACss/wLlAHyaYbLE/s72-c/legos+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3966727465674461194</id><published>2011-05-31T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:14:16.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"She's Crafty"</title><content type='html'>Name the song- I dare you.&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/-swhdKu3AmI8/TeVm8b4O0aI/AAAAAAAACsg/YipF9Ax9_00/s1600/Towel+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swhdKu3AmI8/TeVm8b4O0aI/AAAAAAAACsg/YipF9Ax9_00/s640/Towel+1.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz9gPz8-Tr4/TeVm98rHHYI/AAAAAAAACsk/xYAM-OzdPjw/s1600/Towel+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz9gPz8-Tr4/TeVm98rHHYI/AAAAAAAACsk/xYAM-OzdPjw/s640/Towel+2.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpq0olYL6tU/TeVnANKrpVI/AAAAAAAACso/-RCuqUWzak0/s1600/towel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpq0olYL6tU/TeVnANKrpVI/AAAAAAAACso/-RCuqUWzak0/s320/towel.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this post is about me. Might not seem like it, but it is. I finally got my sewing&amp;nbsp;machine and thus got around to some crafting.&amp;nbsp;First thing on my list: Olivia's towel. I've made them for all my babies and&amp;nbsp;consider them keepsakes. We have some that Micah used as a little guy, and I like the idea of these towels getting used by grand babies someday (in a very very very long time). Anywho,&amp;nbsp;it's a fun quick project. It feels good to see something that I made. I guess I made the kids so the blog is always about me, but you know what I mean. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3966727465674461194?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3966727465674461194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3966727465674461194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3966727465674461194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3966727465674461194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-crafty.html' title='&quot;She&apos;s Crafty&quot;'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swhdKu3AmI8/TeVm8b4O0aI/AAAAAAAACsg/YipF9Ax9_00/s72-c/Towel+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3102849127308453065</id><published>2011-05-29T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:27:59.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Try and Keep Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmjtJGxDw9U/TeHhDdhH63I/AAAAAAAACsQ/Zmf_VlP5z6M/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmjtJGxDw9U/TeHhDdhH63I/AAAAAAAACsQ/Zmf_VlP5z6M/s640/DSC_0071.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like there are a million things happening every second, it's hard to keep up, but I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* Taj graduated from preschool. Again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPvZRUPq9JY/TeHhnebJ2lI/AAAAAAAACsU/h5RKtUTAI-k/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPvZRUPq9JY/TeHhnebJ2lI/AAAAAAAACsU/h5RKtUTAI-k/s640/DSC_0095.JPG" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He absolutely loved being a part of Sunshine Preschool again and asks if he can go everyday. We are so grateful to the gifted Lori, a.k.a. Mrs. Waddel. She has a gift. I feel lucky she's been a&amp;nbsp;part of Taj's life. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbMk73KRAQQ/TeHh0AFqp8I/AAAAAAAACsY/o69E1Kr62Ec/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbMk73KRAQQ/TeHh0AFqp8I/AAAAAAAACsY/o69E1Kr62Ec/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsEKG2ejW8w/TeHh8yS57DI/AAAAAAAACsc/3_YvwiS1N-E/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsEKG2ejW8w/TeHh8yS57DI/AAAAAAAACsc/3_YvwiS1N-E/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* We made Silly Puddy (rad stuff-&amp;nbsp;let me know and I'll pass the recipe along). I left the kids to play while feeding Olivia. Lesson learned. It did come out after a lot of soap and scrubbing. ﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/-dH3-4RYgBzE/TeHgw-k6PxI/AAAAAAAACsM/Bk6fK9PVlKc/s1600/Livi+Eats+B%2526W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dH3-4RYgBzE/TeHgw-k6PxI/AAAAAAAACsM/Bk6fK9PVlKc/s320/Livi+Eats+B%2526W.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkOj2R4HORk/TeHguE3t0QI/AAAAAAAACsI/7rHqNRK2GI8/s1600/Livi+Eats+B%2526W+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkOj2R4HORk/TeHguE3t0QI/AAAAAAAACsI/7rHqNRK2GI8/s320/Livi+Eats+B%2526W+1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This little peach is all sunshine. Seriously. Sweetness. She's walking tons. I teared up when she wiggled off my lap after nursing and walked herself out of the room. All by herself. I'm so proud, and a little sad too. She's proud and excited, which makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rezB05l7ik/TeHget0Fw8I/AAAAAAAACsE/9I9F63786rg/s1600/Eden+Swings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rezB05l7ik/TeHget0Fw8I/AAAAAAAACsE/9I9F63786rg/s640/Eden+Swings.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eden is a ray of sunshine too. She and Taj have become the best of friends. They can play and play and get really wild. It's a new side of them, which is fun to watch develop. It's good. Until it's bad. They can't just do anything- everything is a game. And they get loud. But they help each other a lot. Help each other remember rules. Help come up with game ideas. Help each other do whatever it is they were asked to do. It's pretty sweet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3102849127308453065?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3102849127308453065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3102849127308453065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3102849127308453065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3102849127308453065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/try-and-keep-up.html' title='Try and Keep Up'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmjtJGxDw9U/TeHhDdhH63I/AAAAAAAACsQ/Zmf_VlP5z6M/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4474927606916717413</id><published>2011-05-22T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:42:51.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to the park we noticed a storm was brewing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZCYRooL5ds/Tdnv07QqqgI/AAAAAAAACrY/5jqnpDEhXKI/s1600/Storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZCYRooL5ds/Tdnv07QqqgI/AAAAAAAACrY/5jqnpDEhXKI/s400/Storm.jpg" width="400" /&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/-RuUxZL8ikM0/Tdnv2K7xFeI/AAAAAAAACrc/1zcMBOBVKEs/s1600/Sunday+Storm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuUxZL8ikM0/Tdnv2K7xFeI/AAAAAAAACrc/1zcMBOBVKEs/s400/Sunday+Storm.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taj saw the lightning and wanted to turn back. He was scared because his bike was made of metal and he thought he would get electicuted. Sweet kiddo. I explained that he'd be ok and we went around the corner for a little fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jutGiixyslo/Tdnv_u8Fp4I/AAAAAAAACrg/FBmqMN3xPeI/s1600/Airplane+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jutGiixyslo/Tdnv_u8Fp4I/AAAAAAAACrg/FBmqMN3xPeI/s400/Airplane+1.jpg" width="400" /&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/-x82eTfhV6JI/TdnwhJ-funI/AAAAAAAACro/T3BhDbaHswY/s1600/Airplane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x82eTfhV6JI/TdnwhJ-funI/AAAAAAAACro/T3BhDbaHswY/s400/Airplane.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know these pictures aren't the best, but I'm never documented with my kids, so I like them. Thanks Jen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fHM882FbXU/TdnwsZw07HI/AAAAAAAACrs/x5QNPcVBB6I/s1600/Holding+Livi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fHM882FbXU/TdnwsZw07HI/AAAAAAAACrs/x5QNPcVBB6I/s400/Holding+Livi.jpg" width="305" /&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/-3sFV8UOMmkM/Tdnwxif3tBI/AAAAAAAACrw/A7hDxyYGXDw/s1600/Kisses+for+Livi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sFV8UOMmkM/Tdnwxif3tBI/AAAAAAAACrw/A7hDxyYGXDw/s400/Kisses+for+Livi.jpg" width="400" /&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/-IuqxhermjwY/Tdnw2vM9gOI/AAAAAAAACr0/liI0WVj4JDw/s1600/Livi+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IuqxhermjwY/Tdnw2vM9gOI/AAAAAAAACr0/liI0WVj4JDw/s400/Livi+Love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As the storm got closer and we could hear the thunder Taj came to tell me it was time to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YR8alEyEaE/TdnxFRUavkI/AAAAAAAACr4/zmJ4nDBfIzY/s1600/Mama+Bird+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YR8alEyEaE/TdnxFRUavkI/AAAAAAAACr4/zmJ4nDBfIzY/s400/Mama+Bird+1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I shouldn't smile when my Taj is so nervous about the storm, but I can't help but love the brief moments when he wants his Mommy and some comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMCfi9zvCdc/TdnxJToZ9PI/AAAAAAAACr8/1AwxqleQPyc/s1600/Mama+Bird+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMCfi9zvCdc/TdnxJToZ9PI/AAAAAAAACr8/1AwxqleQPyc/s640/Mama+Bird+2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Notes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Livi was chewing her thumb the whole time- her top teeth are starting to peak through and she's feeling it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*By the look of these pictures, I'm getting real wrinkles. I'm almost looking my age (I'll be 31 in a couple weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-4474927606916717413?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4474927606916717413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4474927606916717413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4474927606916717413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4474927606916717413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/stormy-sunday.html' title='Stormy Sunday'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZCYRooL5ds/Tdnv07QqqgI/AAAAAAAACrY/5jqnpDEhXKI/s72-c/Storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3523314213766077894</id><published>2011-05-18T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:58:22.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8v81KnRBBI/TdSR9DAVHuI/AAAAAAAACqw/M9v0uCBjp1k/s1600/Dandy+Eden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8v81KnRBBI/TdSR9DAVHuI/AAAAAAAACqw/M9v0uCBjp1k/s320/Dandy+Eden.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xL9QYoMGYcE/TdSR4ljKFtI/AAAAAAAACqs/7A9SrIh5K0k/s1600/Dandy+eden+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xL9QYoMGYcE/TdSR4ljKFtI/AAAAAAAACqs/7A9SrIh5K0k/s320/Dandy+eden+1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEPybUeqmVs/TdSTB4lRzBI/AAAAAAAACq8/2vAGBlZumIs/s1600/Walking+with+Nana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEPybUeqmVs/TdSTB4lRzBI/AAAAAAAACq8/2vAGBlZumIs/s640/Walking+with+Nana.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmqEabfDu-g/TdSSZ2KkOlI/AAAAAAAACq0/n75ng0nJ_zc/s1600/Eden+Feeding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmqEabfDu-g/TdSSZ2KkOlI/AAAAAAAACq0/n75ng0nJ_zc/s320/Eden+Feeding.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15oLmdkIsRY/TdSSiUk9IlI/AAAAAAAACq4/13cbDsl9ow4/s1600/Taj+feeding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-15oLmdkIsRY/TdSSiUk9IlI/AAAAAAAACq4/13cbDsl9ow4/s320/Taj+feeding.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zUIrBM-FQ0/TdSTaJRLbTI/AAAAAAAACrA/YdIH9iR_h0U/s1600/Livi-Lamby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_zUIrBM-FQ0/TdSTaJRLbTI/AAAAAAAACrA/YdIH9iR_h0U/s640/Livi-Lamby.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vNUqVoEjF8/TdSTpD9BibI/AAAAAAAACrE/uEt9w6sORmM/s1600/Piggies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vNUqVoEjF8/TdSTpD9BibI/AAAAAAAACrE/uEt9w6sORmM/s320/Piggies.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdDCx4SOZ30/TdSTr-upjuI/AAAAAAAACrI/97bKkL8MFxY/s1600/piggies+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdDCx4SOZ30/TdSTr-upjuI/AAAAAAAACrI/97bKkL8MFxY/s320/piggies+1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMYhfsJGFeA/TdST3ASuxeI/AAAAAAAACrM/_rmzkYuN3S4/s1600/Livi+and+Nana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMYhfsJGFeA/TdST3ASuxeI/AAAAAAAACrM/_rmzkYuN3S4/s640/Livi+and+Nana.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5toLwAjOwI/TdSUBSgdUII/AAAAAAAACrQ/7oynRciWjLY/s1600/Ice+Cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5toLwAjOwI/TdSUBSgdUII/AAAAAAAACrQ/7oynRciWjLY/s640/Ice+Cream.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/-RqgEjIukBDw/TdSUHViSmBI/AAAAAAAACrU/ro9Z791e3qU/s1600/Taj+on+the+fence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RqgEjIukBDw/TdSUHViSmBI/AAAAAAAACrU/ro9Z791e3qU/s640/Taj+on+the+fence.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been rainy and in the 40's for a few days, so this post is to remind myself that it CAN be nice out in Utah, and we WILL eventually leave the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a history of amazing neighbors. Our newest host a Farm Day for a couple of local schools and we got the invite. It was super fun. Livi is an animal lover so that morning was full of squeels and smiles. I might have to get me a goat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3523314213766077894?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3523314213766077894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3523314213766077894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3523314213766077894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3523314213766077894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/farm-day.html' title='Farm Day'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8v81KnRBBI/TdSR9DAVHuI/AAAAAAAACqw/M9v0uCBjp1k/s72-c/Dandy+Eden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4084379808557784296</id><published>2011-05-14T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:16:06.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Homes, past and present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The papers have been signed. The money exchanged. The keys turned over. The Mulberry House is no longer ours. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHizyOOEtPI/Tc76IjuZNoI/AAAAAAAACqk/3kNRkiYDMqA/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHizyOOEtPI/Tc76IjuZNoI/AAAAAAAACqk/3kNRkiYDMqA/s640/DSC_0081.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we bought this house Taj was barely walking. Now, with our third child barely walking we are saying goodbye to this chapter in our Smith Family life. I honestly thought it would be harder to say goodbye. When we moved back to Hawaii last October we knew it was time for us. When we came back to Utah 6 months later and saw the house I didn't feel the connection at all. This is no longer our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CluPF6XGUs/Tc76xglAZYI/AAAAAAAACqo/l3AVKaaj_GU/s1600/the+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CluPF6XGUs/Tc76xglAZYI/AAAAAAAACqo/l3AVKaaj_GU/s640/the+House.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is our new house. Well, the basement is. For the summer months. It's beautiful and we've been loving the water views. Moving is for the birds, so we found a lot of comfort in knowing this is where we'll be every summer for a long LONG time. With all our stuff moved in it's really feeling like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of crazy, this back and forth thing. We are realizing that this place isn't just a summer vacation, but a summer home. Taj has been embraced by his old preschool teacher, inviting him back for the remainder of the year. He's had play dates. We've gone to some of our favorite parks. We've hung out with some of our favorite people in the world (Nana, Pop Pop, Uncle Jen, Gama Letta, Kali, Burgesses, Pattersons, Fazulyanovs). We truly feel like we have two homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-4084379808557784296?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4084379808557784296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4084379808557784296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4084379808557784296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4084379808557784296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-homes-past-and-present.html' title='On Homes, past and present'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHizyOOEtPI/Tc76IjuZNoI/AAAAAAAACqk/3kNRkiYDMqA/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2197086342832802626</id><published>2011-05-10T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:28:47.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2e690182d6491a5" 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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2e690182d6491a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D87A02B194A0DAB3556536F28C376EADAFCFEA1.1E7A60A39BA911047E5DD0BAD21489AB2B42A4D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2e690182d6491a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcO6i1u57OCXnCWK1ww55dPHkEPI&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://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2e690182d6491a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D87A02B194A0DAB3556536F28C376EADAFCFEA1.1E7A60A39BA911047E5DD0BAD21489AB2B42A4D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2e690182d6491a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcO6i1u57OCXnCWK1ww55dPHkEPI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This was a little Mother's day treat: while conference calling Micah's brother, Elder Gabriel Smith in Brazil, Olivia had the need to walk and laugh. It was adorable. She walks all day long. On furniture when my hands aren't free, but mostly just with me. I treasure it. I won't even think of her walking on her own- my hands will miss hers. She's only 9 months! Ack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5z69c9u7Ac/TcjY4IsVf0I/AAAAAAAACqY/5S0Okj-VGZ0/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5z69c9u7Ac/TcjY4IsVf0I/AAAAAAAACqY/5S0Okj-VGZ0/s640/DSC_0033.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/-mN_ZcmOGN6w/TcjY9DFWgLI/AAAAAAAACqc/dwROZD4Djm0/s1600/Taj+Black+and+White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mN_ZcmOGN6w/TcjY9DFWgLI/AAAAAAAACqc/dwROZD4Djm0/s640/Taj+Black+and+White.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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVMvlFCabU0/TcjZKNt0NJI/AAAAAAAACqg/3PIImokRkf8/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVMvlFCabU0/TcjZKNt0NJI/AAAAAAAACqg/3PIImokRkf8/s640/DSC_0092.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something about Mothers Day makes me evaluate my Mothering, and leaves me feeling plain old inadequate. I put that aside and remind myself that I'm doing the best I know how to. Leaving it at that I truly feel blessed to be the mother of these little people. They make my life beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2197086342832802626?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2197086342832802626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2197086342832802626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2197086342832802626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2197086342832802626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Mothers Day To Me!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5z69c9u7Ac/TcjY4IsVf0I/AAAAAAAACqY/5S0Okj-VGZ0/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3655663946963907785</id><published>2011-05-06T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:20:15.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Yur Hair Did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r917_HkWJsg/TcRx13cOEqI/AAAAAAAACqQ/S4GyAX032VY/s1600/Eden%2527s+Hair+cut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r917_HkWJsg/TcRx13cOEqI/AAAAAAAACqQ/S4GyAX032VY/s640/Eden%2527s+Hair+cut.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/-5nOt0su6rWA/TcRx8LmJv1I/AAAAAAAACqU/GZa-Zk1xCs0/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nOt0su6rWA/TcRx8LmJv1I/AAAAAAAACqU/GZa-Zk1xCs0/s640/DSC_0031.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she darling? I think the pictures tell the story best.&lt;/div&gt;My Sis is in hair school so Eden and I have been planning on getting our hair cut by her when we got here to Utah. This was Eden's first haircut and she loved it. She was fed Oreos, and was totally fussed over the whole time. She went with just a trim, and I am very grateful. for a minute there she was planning on Nana's haircut- which is cute on Nana, but would probably look like Olivia's hair on Eden. She was super excited about getting it curled too- I guess I kind of dropped the ball on the whole curling and styling thing. &lt;br /&gt;As for my (much needed) haircut, I just went for a trim too. I know, what a whimp! In my defense, a trim meant about 6 inches, and it's just bellow my boobs. This is almost short for me. I'm loving it! No more tired neck when it's wet. No more scalp pain from it pulling when it's been up all day. Oh, and I just got here. Things might get crazy now that my sister is a trained hairstylist. Oh, and is it just my husband, or do all boys prefer long hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3655663946963907785?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3655663946963907785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3655663946963907785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3655663946963907785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3655663946963907785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-yur-hair-did.html' title='Get Yur Hair Did!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r917_HkWJsg/TcRx13cOEqI/AAAAAAAACqQ/S4GyAX032VY/s72-c/Eden%2527s+Hair+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6855002460678095731</id><published>2011-05-01T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:09:09.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOLh_TijZUo/Tb3Tq5u13wI/AAAAAAAACpw/Q7H26EHaFDQ/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOLh_TijZUo/Tb3Tq5u13wI/AAAAAAAACpw/Q7H26EHaFDQ/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" width="267" /&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/-CZ3_IPLzJbY/Tb3TvT-XN9I/AAAAAAAACp0/Uk6dRWe3r_I/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ3_IPLzJbY/Tb3TvT-XN9I/AAAAAAAACp0/Uk6dRWe3r_I/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" width="400" /&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/-70lnpHB8RF0/Tb3UEAOt4PI/AAAAAAAACp4/rU53aL202us/s1600/Gma+and+Livi+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70lnpHB8RF0/Tb3UEAOt4PI/AAAAAAAACp4/rU53aL202us/s400/Gma+and+Livi+3.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time believing that it was less than a week ago that we were playing in the sun and water and sweating. My heart aches a little. My feet ache a lot- it's been a while since these puppies have had shoes on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-AHMY_XKV8/Tb3WNP6bL5I/AAAAAAAACp8/UYv7ou5uj-o/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-AHMY_XKV8/Tb3WNP6bL5I/AAAAAAAACp8/UYv7ou5uj-o/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIGX-7O_J4A/Tb3X87hoXdI/AAAAAAAACqI/FESHboXVgsQ/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIGX-7O_J4A/Tb3X87hoXdI/AAAAAAAACqI/FESHboXVgsQ/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDFsIGZ0qoY/Tb3Wiwc_3CI/AAAAAAAACqE/IsQjwFciuxY/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDFsIGZ0qoY/Tb3Wiwc_3CI/AAAAAAAACqE/IsQjwFciuxY/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been freezing since we got here, and finally gave us some snow to show for it. The kids had fun playing in it and eating it. I forgot how much work it is to get everyone dressed warmly to go out, even if it is just to the car, then indoors again. We haven't gone out much. Thank heavens for Nana, fireplaces, hot chocolate, and warm new houses with big windows that let sunshine in, even if it's still cold. We're trying to stay positive because now that it's May it's sure to get warm-ish. I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6855002460678095731?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6855002460678095731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6855002460678095731&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6855002460678095731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6855002460678095731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/unreal.html' title='Unreal'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOLh_TijZUo/Tb3Tq5u13wI/AAAAAAAACpw/Q7H26EHaFDQ/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3360556786070887132</id><published>2011-05-01T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:39:18.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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This year we started weeks in advance with a couple sweet Easter packages. A few days before the real Easter we stocked up on candy and dyed eggs. On Saturday we went to the Turtle Bay condo Easter party. Then came the real Easter, which meant MORE candy, hunting, and a feast. It's safe to say that Easter ham and candy feuled Micah and I as we crazily packed and got the condo to leave for three months. Ugh. Easter was great, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3360556786070887132?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3360556786070887132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3360556786070887132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3360556786070887132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3360556786070887132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g433N2WggP0/Tb3OQHPsSeI/AAAAAAAACpI/nWMCXh2KJQw/s72-c/easter+eggs+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6811996506592548083</id><published>2011-04-19T03:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:31:19.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Full or Half Empty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J42iQ4PS5Gw/Ta1QocSMG0I/AAAAAAAACok/XLvuaO2Iex4/s1600/Girls+in+the+Sand+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J42iQ4PS5Gw/Ta1QocSMG0I/AAAAAAAACok/XLvuaO2Iex4/s640/Girls+in+the+Sand+1.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/-iQwl_1lu79o/Ta1QrTkMEfI/AAAAAAAACoo/_SPX02jlSkw/s1600/Girls+in+the+Sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQwl_1lu79o/Ta1QrTkMEfI/AAAAAAAACoo/_SPX02jlSkw/s640/Girls+in+the+Sand.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/-CLt34Divcuo/Ta1QtSiSy0I/AAAAAAAACos/RKBgnqR_82I/s1600/Edos+Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CLt34Divcuo/Ta1QtSiSy0I/AAAAAAAACos/RKBgnqR_82I/s640/Edos+Sunset.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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_aGu_6h-So/Ta1Qvlf3G9I/AAAAAAAACow/CtRlipbfd9A/s1600/Tajs+Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_aGu_6h-So/Ta1Qvlf3G9I/AAAAAAAACow/CtRlipbfd9A/s640/Tajs+Sunset.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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxwR82vTdrY/Ta1Q0ZjvRNI/AAAAAAAACo0/6QpEhc1ljUU/s1600/Tide+pool+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxwR82vTdrY/Ta1Q0ZjvRNI/AAAAAAAACo0/6QpEhc1ljUU/s640/Tide+pool+.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/-jq9panc6e_c/Ta1Q5BH3cjI/AAAAAAAACo4/D43ZssRuEmY/s1600/Tide+pool+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jq9panc6e_c/Ta1Q5BH3cjI/AAAAAAAACo4/D43ZssRuEmY/s640/Tide+pool+1.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/-FCLQHwdNiDY/Ta1Q7G5878I/AAAAAAAACo8/Cr1uNiCsI20/s1600/Rock+Climbing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FCLQHwdNiDY/Ta1Q7G5878I/AAAAAAAACo8/Cr1uNiCsI20/s640/Rock+Climbing.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are supposed to leave this place next Monday for three months. &lt;br /&gt;I knew it was coming. &lt;br /&gt;I think it's a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;It's going to be very very dificult to get on the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6811996506592548083?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6811996506592548083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6811996506592548083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6811996506592548083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6811996506592548083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/04/half-full-or-half-empty.html' title='Half Full or Half Empty?'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J42iQ4PS5Gw/Ta1QocSMG0I/AAAAAAAACok/XLvuaO2Iex4/s72-c/Girls+in+the+Sand+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6377091576772975197</id><published>2011-04-18T10:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:29:58.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Here's another test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I wanted to surf so we all went to Malaekahana. I went to Goats and they played. I love love love seeing the kids and playing with them after a fun session. I'm the luckiest mom in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6377091576772975197?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6377091576772975197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6377091576772975197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6377091576772975197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6377091576772975197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-blog.html' title='Hello Blog'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gtwIejU45Q/TazqY5YoeiI/AAAAAAAACoc/ZAoFb4RAQF0/s72-c/Kids+on+Board+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2307457087763003582</id><published>2011-04-18T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:15:06.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YLsoQBN3E/TaUBDQzq0BI/AAAAAAAACoE/JYo4SVh7Yy0/s1600/IMG_7336.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594879267640627218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YLsoQBN3E/TaUBDQzq0BI/AAAAAAAACoE/JYo4SVh7Yy0/s400/IMG_7336.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hDSRxkgV1s/TaUBDPH844I/AAAAAAAACn8/nYzkqPbLnCw/s1600/IMG_7346.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594879267188827010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4hDSRxkgV1s/TaUBDPH844I/AAAAAAAACn8/nYzkqPbLnCw/s400/IMG_7346.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOP4kMdDEio/TaUBCjd3WiI/AAAAAAAACn0/ASL0nzJ9-o0/s1600/IMG_7347.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594879255469578786" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOP4kMdDEio/TaUBCjd3WiI/AAAAAAAACn0/ASL0nzJ9-o0/s400/IMG_7347.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little feet want to walk! Micah claims she took her first steps on her own yesterday at the park (i was surfing). AHHHH! Tooo soooon! She's not there yet, but wants to be. I'm bent over helping her walk like in the picture all day. It's her favorite, and I'm happy to help her because I'm still wanting to be as close to her as posible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Olivia-isms are that she sleeps on her stomach. She loves to. This is the girl that up until a few days ago got red faced mad if I put her on her belly. Now I find her on her belly every nap and she's rolling onto her tummy with every diaper change. Every night at bedtime she squeals when I take her into the kids room for family prayer. She love love loves that time with the kids. Oh, then I'll get her all calmed down. She'll be wrapped up and have her thumb in her mouth ready to crash and when Micah gives her a kiss goodnight she grins from ear to ear and cracks up. She loves grown up food. If I'm eating while holding her she will do everything she can to get that food in her mouth. She puts a lot of things that aren't food in her mouth too. She's adorable. I couldn't be more in love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pictures thanks to Ashley Moffat. We had a glorious time watching the sun go down with the Moffats last Saturday. I never seem to take my camera anymore- my hands are just too full these days. &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/5580412007688239700-2307457087763003582?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2307457087763003582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2307457087763003582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2307457087763003582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2307457087763003582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-feet.html' title='Little Feet'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YLsoQBN3E/TaUBDQzq0BI/AAAAAAAACoE/JYo4SVh7Yy0/s72-c/IMG_7336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1935543968990212224</id><published>2011-04-18T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T10:14:39.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziest Weekend Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we had no plans. I take that back. Friday night Micah and I went on a date. We went surfing and then grabbed some Ted's and ate in the car while listening/laughing to "Sklarbro Country". (a podcast definitely worth taking for a spin). Perfect date for me. After that, we didn't have anything on the books. This is unusual for us. We left the house twice all weekend. For church and a dinner picnic with the Moffats. &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594620362106692914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1y4l-yUxjM/TaQVk-iJZTI/AAAAAAAACns/v8gLH1UHHyg/s400/IMG_7366%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lseQaHvZob4/TaQVkmXBDxI/AAAAAAAACnk/PwIeCqvqFCg/s1600/IMG_7347.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594620355617558290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lseQaHvZob4/TaQVkmXBDxI/AAAAAAAACnk/PwIeCqvqFCg/s400/IMG_7347.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1m4TKCWUiE/TaQVkW6_KVI/AAAAAAAACnc/XbAewOkJsag/s1600/IMG_7346.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594620351473461586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1m4TKCWUiE/TaQVkW6_KVI/AAAAAAAACnc/XbAewOkJsag/s400/IMG_7346.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esuvF98DByQ/TaQVkFKQsEI/AAAAAAAACnU/Svhz-R68V1I/s1600/IMG_7336.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594620346705686594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esuvF98DByQ/TaQVkFKQsEI/AAAAAAAACnU/Svhz-R68V1I/s400/IMG_7336.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olivia is a water baby. And thinks she can walk. Micah claims she walked tonight by herself at the park. Taj and Eden say so too, but I refuse to let her grow up yet. It's all too soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the pics Ashley- my hands are too full for the camera these days.&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/5580412007688239700-1935543968990212224?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1935543968990212224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1935543968990212224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1935543968990212224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1935543968990212224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/04/laziest-weekend-ever.html' title='Laziest Weekend Ever'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1y4l-yUxjM/TaQVk-iJZTI/AAAAAAAACns/v8gLH1UHHyg/s72-c/IMG_7366%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1962742142718581454</id><published>2011-04-08T19:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:40:31.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When (If) we get a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wGbwXeBGbc/TZ-2MzcHCqI/AAAAAAAACm8/MOYT1H4ztXQ/s1600/Star%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593389593300241058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wGbwXeBGbc/TZ-2MzcHCqI/AAAAAAAACm8/MOYT1H4ztXQ/s200/Star%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9IjUuUoYw0/TZ-2Lb5JBYI/AAAAAAAACmc/rxcCAAMcWFQ/s1600/Star%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593389569799685506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9IjUuUoYw0/TZ-2Lb5JBYI/AAAAAAAACmc/rxcCAAMcWFQ/s200/Star%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-By1AEqGAnw4/TZ-2MuY6lII/AAAAAAAACm0/qyZfOXwkiiA/s1600/Star%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593389591944664194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-By1AEqGAnw4/TZ-2MuY6lII/AAAAAAAACm0/qyZfOXwkiiA/s200/Star%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqd-vR2Le2Q/TZ-2L15ZvWI/AAAAAAAACmk/LXdVNM0KpB8/s1600/Star%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593389576780103010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqd-vR2Le2Q/TZ-2L15ZvWI/AAAAAAAACmk/LXdVNM0KpB8/s200/Star%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0NBIwT14mk/TZ-2MXATu0I/AAAAAAAACms/NVVtXSICn7Q/s1600/Star%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593389585667439426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0NBIwT14mk/TZ-2MXATu0I/AAAAAAAACms/NVVtXSICn7Q/s200/Star%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never had a dog so I don't really know all that goes into having one. I still really like most of the dogs I meet and like the idea of having one. Someday. When the kids are older. And can help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids (Olivia too) love love LOVE dogs, and any other animal. They have tried several times to feed dogs and persuade dogs to stay and be our pets. We have become good friends with Jean and her dog Star. More than friends. Eden talked me into getting Star doggy treats and we keep them in Jeans cupboard. We take books and practice reading with Star. Olivia got her first doggy kisses from Star. Eden often pretends to be Star. We love Star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star is a certified service dog. She was certified at a place on the North Shore called, "Hawaii Fido." Love it! She helps Jean get her phone, tells her if there's someone at the door, and even has had to help her walk. Star can go anywhere- buses, airplanes, stores. Star is trained to be read to and go in hospitals. I think that when (if) we get a dog it's going to have to be a service dog. For now, Star is more than enough dog for us.&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/5580412007688239700-1962742142718581454?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1962742142718581454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1962742142718581454&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1962742142718581454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1962742142718581454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-if-we-get-dog.html' title='When (If) we get a dog'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wGbwXeBGbc/TZ-2MzcHCqI/AAAAAAAACm8/MOYT1H4ztXQ/s72-c/Star%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2771846210141659508</id><published>2011-04-05T03:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:19:36.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals and Patience</title><content type='html'>When it comes to making and following through with goals, I really hope the kids take after Micah. When he says he's going to do something, he'll do it. And that's that. I, on the other hand, have been known to say many things I have no intention of following through with, or worse, just plain give up on. I'm getting a little better (thanks to the example of an amazing Micah). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE5ivQ8xaNQ/TZrcDH5s7CI/AAAAAAAAClE/5-10G8TEpNo/s1600/Slippahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592023833552677922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE5ivQ8xaNQ/TZrcDH5s7CI/AAAAAAAAClE/5-10G8TEpNo/s400/Slippahs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taj is proving to be a little more like Micah. He decided he needed to have a new Bakugan. To get the needed Bakugan he was going to have to earn and save some money. After a lot of car washes, laundry, dishes, taking out the trash, and other helpful acts he finally earned the money! When we saw that he had saved enough money he thought we would drop everything and drive the 2 hours round trip to get his Bakugan. That wasn't going to work. He took a deep breath and we made a plan. Micah could take him the next day after work. Taj is an analytical type. He knew it was the best we could do and was very excited. The morning of the drive into town I found the boys slippers layed out and ready for them when it was time to go get the Bakugan. After they got back Taj told me that the best part was that he got to do something alone with Daddy. I'm so proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2771846210141659508?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2771846210141659508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2771846210141659508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2771846210141659508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2771846210141659508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/04/goals-and-patience.html' title='Goals and Patience'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE5ivQ8xaNQ/TZrcDH5s7CI/AAAAAAAAClE/5-10G8TEpNo/s72-c/Slippahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-478110723862106493</id><published>2011-03-21T03:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T03:49:59.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pGHkQ3Ntak/TYccgS7zcfI/AAAAAAAACkg/EqfpCjYuCr4/s1600/Olivi%2BUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586465203940454898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pGHkQ3Ntak/TYccgS7zcfI/AAAAAAAACkg/EqfpCjYuCr4/s400/Olivi%2BUp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't remember saying it was OK to start pulling yourself up little miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5WRbl1x7TY/TYccgE7sjCI/AAAAAAAACkY/dQzyzcFe3PY/s1600/Livi%2527s%2BEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586465200181906466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5WRbl1x7TY/TYccgE7sjCI/AAAAAAAACkY/dQzyzcFe3PY/s400/Livi%2527s%2BEyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia has decided she wants to grow up. Sometime last week it's like she realized that sitting still, and letting me hold her was overrated. She is constantly pushing and stretching and twisting to get places and grab things. It's pretty funny since she can't actually do any of that on her own yet. I'm her "legs" so I bend over and hold her arms or belly and help her do whatever silly thing she's wanting to do with her body. It's just a phase and this too will pass :). In the search for finding something cool to explore she often turns to me and leans in for a hug. She's still my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM4GENpe-JM/TYccfj9mWtI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Y8xS46tvGbA/s1600/Family%2BHammock%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586465191331519186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hM4GENpe-JM/TYccfj9mWtI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Y8xS46tvGbA/s400/Family%2BHammock%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qL-MXIK4JZ4/TYccfauo9wI/AAAAAAAACkI/fiOyZFR0Mmk/s1600/Family%2BHammock%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586465188852856578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qL-MXIK4JZ4/TYccfauo9wI/AAAAAAAACkI/fiOyZFR0Mmk/s400/Family%2BHammock%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pictures taken last week on a walk we took together. Doesn't get better than this.&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/5580412007688239700-478110723862106493?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/478110723862106493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=478110723862106493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/478110723862106493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/478110723862106493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/03/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse Me'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pGHkQ3Ntak/TYccgS7zcfI/AAAAAAAACkg/EqfpCjYuCr4/s72-c/Olivi%2BUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1912535628700075104</id><published>2011-03-18T03:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T03:31:52.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUgXi0aAmY0/TYMkpVEz2UI/AAAAAAAACkA/W45czYDZvHM/s1600/Edens%2BFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585348255320103234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUgXi0aAmY0/TYMkpVEz2UI/AAAAAAAACkA/W45czYDZvHM/s400/Edens%2BFlower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stumbled upon this poem and LOVE it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Little Drops of Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little drops of water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little grains of sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make the mighty ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the beauteous land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little deeds of kindness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little words of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make our earth an Eden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the heaven above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the little moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humble though they be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make the mighty ages,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs. J. A. Carney (1845)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Can't get the spaces in the poem to stay and it's driving me crazy, but you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-1912535628700075104?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1912535628700075104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1912535628700075104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1912535628700075104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1912535628700075104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-favorite.html' title='New Favorite'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUgXi0aAmY0/TYMkpVEz2UI/AAAAAAAACkA/W45czYDZvHM/s72-c/Edens%2BFlower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2393095053659132567</id><published>2011-03-15T03:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T03:36:00.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tsunami this time around</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday we got the kids to sleep early. We cleaned the kitchen, swept, and were on our way to the couch to detox. Micah and I were tired. Tired of the same old routine, both getting over sore throats and colds, and just plain drained from the day. This is when a little birdie (you know who you are) tipped us off that there was a Tsunami watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the first thing I felt was annoyed. I know, shame on me. Believe me, after seeing the footage of Japan I felt horrible and immediately repented. We turned on the news and searched the Internet hoping to find something that would let us get back to our unwinding, but instead we found ourselves worried and planning our next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year about this same time there was an earthquake in Chile and we were sent through a Tsunami Warning/evacuation situation, but this had a totally different feel. It was late at night, for starters. I hope to NEVER have to wake up my children to get them to safety again. It was very surreal. I felt all my protective Motherly instincts, as well as overwhelming love, fear of the unknown, great responsibility, and such closeness to these little helpless and trusting souls. Like I said before, seeing the footage from Japan definitely shook us. We knew that we were blessed with the opportunity to get to high grounds, and so many others didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the kids sleep while we packed our meager supplies. Our plan was to get to Central Oahu where roads wouldn't be washed out, there would be no panic and lots of supplies (if it came to that). We wanted to find a quiet and dark place to park and convert our Honda Pilot into a tent. If there was any question before, it's been answered.... all 5 Smiths, even the huge one, can fit and sleep in our car at the same time. The kids were AMAZING! Seriously, all sweetness. I think they actually enjoyed the adventure. They were smiling sweetly the entire time. They loved sleeping so snugly with Mom and Dad. Olivia slept soundly in her car seat, even through the loud siren that went off a couple more times through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all woke up around 6 15 and as we started to stretch out Olivia did too and tooted. We all started cracking up, and it was solidified... we are a family. I was touched by how helpful, trusting, and excited the kids were about the whole adventure. I was blown away (once again) by Micah's natural talent for hard work without complaining and even with love and making the experience a great family memory. It went smoothly, thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so immensely grateful we were able to drive home in the morning and sleep in our bed that night. Thousands of people in Japan wont be able to do that for who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned a lot that night. Micah and I did our same nightly routine tonight, and are very tired, but there was something different as I plopped down on the couch at the end of our day. It's too bad it takes things like this to give me perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2393095053659132567?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2393095053659132567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2393095053659132567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2393095053659132567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2393095053659132567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami-this-time-around.html' title='The Tsunami this time around'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4952984183833185020</id><published>2011-03-15T03:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:17:30.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svXB8JUAjGs/TX8sp66X52I/AAAAAAAACj4/e5DLvixawmQ/s1600/Bball%2Bis%2BDone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584231161663055714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svXB8JUAjGs/TX8sp66X52I/AAAAAAAACj4/e5DLvixawmQ/s400/Bball%2Bis%2BDone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 16 games later, the basketball season is (finally) over. It was an awesome experience. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; may have gone to most of the games and practices &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; for the snacks after, but he did it. He loves, LOVES, his "trophy shirt" he got for completing the season and is proud. He definitely improved from the beginning to the end. We'll enjoy the break from organized sports, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; already wants to know what color his team shirt will be next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAUDPXoieLE/TX8spidLJ-I/AAAAAAAACjw/HZRbl2phizU/s1600/Boogie%2BBoard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584231155098134498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAUDPXoieLE/TX8spidLJ-I/AAAAAAAACjw/HZRbl2phizU/s400/Boogie%2BBoard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until then, Beach Day is back! It was never really gone, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; wont be quite as busy.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; kind of stole this board and started catching waves all on his own, which was a first. Stealing and boogie boarding alone. It's so fun to see your kids love doing something they feel like they discovered on their own. You can't force fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzMN6m4t4T0/TX8spZSiapI/AAAAAAAACjo/8IlwVbSmpvw/s1600/Daddy%2BDaughter%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584231152637602450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzMN6m4t4T0/TX8spZSiapI/AAAAAAAACjo/8IlwVbSmpvw/s400/Daddy%2BDaughter%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia played until she couldn't play anymore. She gave herself her first nap at the beach (which gave me more time to surf -&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfpXR6RG4Lc/TX8sc0EhRgI/AAAAAAAACjg/sDBxHyZwLOM/s1600/Daddy%2Band%2BDaughter%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584230936488265218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfpXR6RG4Lc/TX8sc0EhRgI/AAAAAAAACjg/sDBxHyZwLOM/s400/Daddy%2Band%2BDaughter%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwLY94clJfI/TX8scktmtqI/AAAAAAAACjY/UDPskIDCleM/s1600/Runing%2BFrom%2BWaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584230932365620898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwLY94clJfI/TX8scktmtqI/AAAAAAAACjY/UDPskIDCleM/s400/Runing%2BFrom%2BWaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7CH-BGZF8Y/TX8scedH4UI/AAAAAAAACjQ/_FnNHmyun0k/s1600/Running%2Bfrom%2BWaves%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584230930685878594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7CH-BGZF8Y/TX8scedH4UI/AAAAAAAACjQ/_FnNHmyun0k/s400/Running%2Bfrom%2BWaves%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkO4QR68BQg/TX8sbzqYQVI/AAAAAAAACjI/ob_0HD0_CDk/s1600/Sand%2BMonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584230919198753106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkO4QR68BQg/TX8sbzqYQVI/AAAAAAAACjI/ob_0HD0_CDk/s400/Sand%2BMonster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-molxRjHjahA/TX8sbta2LXI/AAAAAAAACjA/LugasV6mFho/s1600/Wave%2BJumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584230917522992498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-molxRjHjahA/TX8sbta2LXI/AAAAAAAACjA/LugasV6mFho/s400/Wave%2BJumping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5580412007688239700-4952984183833185020?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4952984183833185020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4952984183833185020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4952984183833185020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4952984183833185020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/03/done-and-done.html' title='Done and Done'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svXB8JUAjGs/TX8sp66X52I/AAAAAAAACj4/e5DLvixawmQ/s72-c/Bball%2Bis%2BDone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8080726259994028674</id><published>2011-03-04T02:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:56:05.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsatP2hyJVI/TXCzqLKUnWI/AAAAAAAACi4/AiPOJX78b_M/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157475444006242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsatP2hyJVI/TXCzqLKUnWI/AAAAAAAACi4/AiPOJX78b_M/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard for me to remember that Eden is only three. Maybe it's because of how confident she is in who she is already. She knows what she likes, and that's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBZ1rxtkuEQ/TXCzp-eVoLI/AAAAAAAACiw/n_9YDTduQbQ/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157472038297778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBZ1rxtkuEQ/TXCzp-eVoLI/AAAAAAAACiw/n_9YDTduQbQ/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taddles&lt;/span&gt; because she knows what's right and what's wrong. Maybe it's the little language she's created: she shortens everything like, "can I have some cheese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peets&lt;/span&gt;" instead of pizza, or instead of "thank you and your welcome", it's "thank", and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;welk&lt;/span&gt;." You get the idea. It's very catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUa6a9UMNdw/TXCzTdpEQpI/AAAAAAAACio/KeBa5QeMI3I/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157085267804818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUa6a9UMNdw/TXCzTdpEQpI/AAAAAAAACio/KeBa5QeMI3I/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way she says prayers lately, thanking Heavenly Father specifically for Olivia first, then everyone else and chairs and things like that. Maybe it's her new joke that goes: "I have really bad news Mom." By this point she's cracking up. I act all concerned here and she says "I love you!" Where does she come up with this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgcdPwx20p8/TXCzTHO8KSI/AAAAAAAACig/OjBvm03gH-E/s1600/Eden%2Bon%2Bballance%2Bbeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157079252642082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgcdPwx20p8/TXCzTHO8KSI/AAAAAAAACig/OjBvm03gH-E/s400/Eden%2Bon%2Bballance%2Bbeam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's how proud she is of being in gymnastics class and in Primary with the big kids. She's a great little student and follows instructions. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, she has her Mommy's body type... gymnastics might not work out long term, but we'll see :) She loves it. As for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt;... he loves it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt-j17l3asA/TXCzSkogFDI/AAAAAAAACiY/1ZaZiC6xB90/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157069964612658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt-j17l3asA/TXCzSkogFDI/AAAAAAAACiY/1ZaZiC6xB90/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shenanigans&lt;/span&gt;, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcfJUB1r99s/TXCzSfLCggI/AAAAAAAACiQ/weFp77wV_7M/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157068498862594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcfJUB1r99s/TXCzSfLCggI/AAAAAAAACiQ/weFp77wV_7M/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks (or I guess I should say "thank") for asking me to go with you to your gym class today. I loved it, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ki7zcLqerM/TXCzSC-TGnI/AAAAAAAACiI/KTJzvHAmn5s/s1600/taj%2Bat%2Bgym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157060929231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ki7zcLqerM/TXCzSC-TGnI/AAAAAAAACiI/KTJzvHAmn5s/s400/taj%2Bat%2Bgym.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5580412007688239700-8080726259994028674?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8080726259994028674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8080726259994028674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8080726259994028674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8080726259994028674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-little-girl.html' title='This Little Girl'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsatP2hyJVI/TXCzqLKUnWI/AAAAAAAACi4/AiPOJX78b_M/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-23330183120248792</id><published>2011-03-01T01:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:57:04.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months Came and Went</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mEBW4pBhQ8/TWyv_QsvjaI/AAAAAAAACiA/xRwykTq5DLE/s1600/sweet%2Blivi%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579027539754454434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mEBW4pBhQ8/TWyv_QsvjaI/AAAAAAAACiA/xRwykTq5DLE/s400/sweet%2Blivi%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little miss is still growing. I haven't found a way to freeze time with her yet. Olivia is a love. I'm a slow learner, but she's made being a Mom of three pretty manageable. Here are a few things about Olivia lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dmbo4JhQLA/TWyv_AaswBI/AAAAAAAACh4/JgjuhzelEAE/s1600/sweet%2Blivi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579027535383805970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dmbo4JhQLA/TWyv_AaswBI/AAAAAAAACh4/JgjuhzelEAE/s400/sweet%2Blivi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She is happy. She smiles and laughs at pretty much anything we do, which makes us want to play with her more and more. We can't get enough of this girl. We've been playing some Peek a boo, some blanket parachutes, singing and dancing for her, tickles, and she loves it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMY2eN_-CKg/TWyv-15qL7I/AAAAAAAAChw/XNoZSOkWMBE/s1600/sweet%2Blivi%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579027532560871346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMY2eN_-CKg/TWyv-15qL7I/AAAAAAAAChw/XNoZSOkWMBE/s400/sweet%2Blivi%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* She just got her two bottom teeth, but she won't let you see them. She sucks on her bottom lip a lot, so that makes the teeth even harder to spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She's in the 95% for height, so if those hold any water she could end up taller than Micah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She loves food. Nursing is good, but real food is GREAT. She has loved everything I've offered, even the green beans, and spinach and carrots. She's at the point with food where she wants some of whatever I'm eating and makes you feel terribly rude for not sharing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*  She's sitting really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She isn't crawling, but can reach well :) Once she learned to roll over from her tummy she wont stay on her tummy very long. She might take after Taj and Eden and not crawl at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She says "Mmmmmum." Ok, she makes a sound that sounds like "Mmmmmuum". I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving getting to know this little person. She is smart, sweet, and I'm completely grateful she's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-23330183120248792?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/23330183120248792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=23330183120248792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/23330183120248792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/23330183120248792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/03/7-months-came-and-went.html' title='7 Months Came and Went'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1mEBW4pBhQ8/TWyv_QsvjaI/AAAAAAAACiA/xRwykTq5DLE/s72-c/sweet%2Blivi%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-9019215081215708216</id><published>2011-02-21T14:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:22:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're a kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXTG7FTEcMs/TWLWP5_nWcI/AAAAAAAAChA/_HUgN_2AdFQ/s1600/fort%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576254857392118210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXTG7FTEcMs/TWLWP5_nWcI/AAAAAAAAChA/_HUgN_2AdFQ/s400/fort%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you're a kid your job is to play. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; and Eden are pretty good at their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoB6Hhu2t-U/TWLWPEwMm0I/AAAAAAAACg4/-ZegkVBMSpc/s1600/skate%2Btough%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576254843100371778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoB6Hhu2t-U/TWLWPEwMm0I/AAAAAAAACg4/-ZegkVBMSpc/s400/skate%2Btough%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hx-mgBIy6M/TWLWOidAEnI/AAAAAAAACgw/JC25bOwLkho/s1600/skate%2Btough2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576254833893053042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hx-mgBIy6M/TWLWOidAEnI/AAAAAAAACgw/JC25bOwLkho/s400/skate%2Btough2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; is just like his mom, he loves to skate. I was cracking up at how tough he thought he was on these pink skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfhckaL8GWY/TWLVSumfusI/AAAAAAAACgg/GXL5fOvy-xg/s1600/kili%2Band%2Beden%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576253806361950914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfhckaL8GWY/TWLVSumfusI/AAAAAAAACgg/GXL5fOvy-xg/s400/kili%2Band%2Beden%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqmQxvPedg0/TWLVSfA4zPI/AAAAAAAACgY/_Tls9f9Zjcc/s1600/kili%2Band%2Beden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576253802177678578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqmQxvPedg0/TWLVSfA4zPI/AAAAAAAACgY/_Tls9f9Zjcc/s400/kili%2Band%2Beden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xi4uaxVd3lI/TWLVSMqPEzI/AAAAAAAACgQ/JvsQ4bQm7ko/s1600/eden%2Bplaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576253797250831154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xi4uaxVd3lI/TWLVSMqPEzI/AAAAAAAACgQ/JvsQ4bQm7ko/s400/eden%2Bplaying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are continually playing some form of house or princess house and love dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOGMpAaTH8U/TWLVRhncx9I/AAAAAAAACgI/c6JTk0Q6wLY/s1600/candy%2Bman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576253785696421842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iOGMpAaTH8U/TWLVRhncx9I/AAAAAAAACgI/c6JTk0Q6wLY/s400/candy%2Bman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dO_uq-eaDzg/TWLVRCne6_I/AAAAAAAACgA/GUqkJ9vT3EE/s1600/candy%2Bgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576253777375063026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dO_uq-eaDzg/TWLVRCne6_I/AAAAAAAACgA/GUqkJ9vT3EE/s400/candy%2Bgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They recently discovered "Candy Lady", or Lee as I know her. She and her husband of 65 years come to Hawaii for 2 months every year and the kids sniff her out. This is my first time seeing the kids with full sized candy bars and my guess is that I'll see it a lot in the next 2 months.&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/5580412007688239700-9019215081215708216?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/9019215081215708216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=9019215081215708216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/9019215081215708216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/9019215081215708216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-youre-kid.html' title='When you&apos;re a kid...'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXTG7FTEcMs/TWLWP5_nWcI/AAAAAAAAChA/_HUgN_2AdFQ/s72-c/fort%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6607879674415662110</id><published>2011-02-14T18:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:21:35.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCkIGRfx8Ds/TVnUkzqCm6I/AAAAAAAACfA/C8nTm7HZscc/s1600/taj%2Brocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719742654618530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCkIGRfx8Ds/TVnUkzqCm6I/AAAAAAAACfA/C8nTm7HZscc/s400/taj%2Brocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WM91yJIOPw/TVnUkdThV9I/AAAAAAAACe4/VENbPUSk1Kw/s1600/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719736654583762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WM91yJIOPw/TVnUkdThV9I/AAAAAAAACe4/VENbPUSk1Kw/s400/fence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izpQcLR6r_Q/TVnUkKlQJHI/AAAAAAAACew/Q8T39JGPrU0/s1600/Livi%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719731628680306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izpQcLR6r_Q/TVnUkKlQJHI/AAAAAAAACew/Q8T39JGPrU0/s400/Livi%2B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBOG2C7LxdM/TVnUj1o67II/AAAAAAAACeo/YU61GLJdKbE/s1600/Livi%2Bsittin%2527%2Bpretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573719726006922370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBOG2C7LxdM/TVnUj1o67II/AAAAAAAACeo/YU61GLJdKbE/s400/Livi%2Bsittin%2527%2Bpretty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1F2gDYw5bqo/TVnT4vFv8bI/AAAAAAAACeg/tN5-Q4GineY/s1600/taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573718985514414514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1F2gDYw5bqo/TVnT4vFv8bI/AAAAAAAACeg/tN5-Q4GineY/s400/taj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNdkzxyN5hg/TVnT4UZ6jrI/AAAAAAAACeY/OV026BcLs6A/s1600/Eden%2Bglowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573718978351238834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RNdkzxyN5hg/TVnT4UZ6jrI/AAAAAAAACeY/OV026BcLs6A/s400/Eden%2Bglowing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg6E1j5GGwI/TVnT4E9xszI/AAAAAAAACeQ/31kFXfDMC8g/s1600/mom%2Band%2Blivi%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573718974206686002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg6E1j5GGwI/TVnT4E9xszI/AAAAAAAACeQ/31kFXfDMC8g/s400/mom%2Band%2Blivi%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHONzQZ4FI/TVnT3_v43BI/AAAAAAAACeI/mv58REgf2DM/s1600/fence%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573718972806257682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHONzQZ4FI/TVnT3_v43BI/AAAAAAAACeI/mv58REgf2DM/s400/fence%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMJxZCeLi68/TVnT3qgVKSI/AAAAAAAACeA/hnzvKNANwLE/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573718967103858978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMJxZCeLi68/TVnT3qgVKSI/AAAAAAAACeA/hnzvKNANwLE/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who remembered she has a camera?&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/5580412007688239700-6607879674415662110?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6607879674415662110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6607879674415662110&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6607879674415662110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6607879674415662110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-snapshots.html' title='Sunday Snapshots'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCkIGRfx8Ds/TVnUkzqCm6I/AAAAAAAACfA/C8nTm7HZscc/s72-c/taj%2Brocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6563371835154623975</id><published>2011-02-09T18:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:26:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPMZhg1Boo/TVM7KXN8yfI/AAAAAAAACd4/BHepoWC1Yaw/s1600/Laundry%2Bday%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571862213204691442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPMZhg1Boo/TVM7KXN8yfI/AAAAAAAACd4/BHepoWC1Yaw/s400/Laundry%2Bday%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; trying to get the laundry done with the kids around can be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;* Taj parachuting with the clean sheets and Livi eating her toes in a pile of pillows. Eden played too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6563371835154623975?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6563371835154623975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6563371835154623975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6563371835154623975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6563371835154623975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/02/laundering.html' title='Laundering'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPMZhg1Boo/TVM7KXN8yfI/AAAAAAAACd4/BHepoWC1Yaw/s72-c/Laundry%2Bday%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3008722360557070200</id><published>2011-02-07T00:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:45:38.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYjb9w3I/AAAAAAAACdw/JoiOanMAeoY/s1600/3n43me3p95Q25W15R3acu75d571e2f9d514dd%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846508258804594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYjb9w3I/AAAAAAAACdw/JoiOanMAeoY/s400/3n43me3p95Q25W15R3acu75d571e2f9d514dd%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYJ9h5DI/AAAAAAAACdg/V-EbEa6TGi4/s1600/3k63of3lf5Z15W65R3acu6b6abe33095e1494%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846501420262450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYJ9h5DI/AAAAAAAACdg/V-EbEa6TGi4/s400/3k63of3lf5Z15W65R3acu6b6abe33095e1494%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYDH7XGI/AAAAAAAACdo/-IJzuJuKl7I/s1600/3n43m23lb5Y65W65U1acu160be7ccf3681caa%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846499584826466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYDH7XGI/AAAAAAAACdo/-IJzuJuKl7I/s400/3n43m23lb5Y65W65U1acu160be7ccf3681caa%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fX6pAAzI/AAAAAAAACdY/qT7EpOBbcSo/s1600/3k63o83p25Q55U15R6acue28ef40bc889157e%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570846497307624242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fX6pAAzI/AAAAAAAACdY/qT7EpOBbcSo/s400/3k63o83p25Q55U15R6acue28ef40bc889157e%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While looking for a cruiser on craigslist I came across this 1946 beauty. Of coarse if I had $1000 lying around I'd take it!  I got to thinking about all the things I say "if" about. "If I had more time...". "If I had more money...". "If my kids weren't so little...".&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"If" is a horrible word. It's a dangerous game to play. "If" has become my big excuse for not doing what I want and need to do. It takes me down a road where I don't think about all the amazing things I have right in front of me and the beauty of this time of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an effort to stop using the "if" excuse I've started getting up before the kids are awake and running. It has been glorious. I get to start the day with peace and quiet and watch the sun rise while I run. So far I've been able to shower and get dressed (such a luxury) without distractions after the run. I've been in a better mood and feel like I've accomplished a few things on my daily wish list and have more time for the kids and family stuff. It may seem like a small thing, but it's made such a difference in the way the rest of my/our day goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'd still love this bike, I have many things far greater.&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/5580412007688239700-3008722360557070200?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3008722360557070200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3008722360557070200&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3008722360557070200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3008722360557070200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/02/if.html' title='If....'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TU-fYjb9w3I/AAAAAAAACdw/JoiOanMAeoY/s72-c/3n43me3p95Q25W15R3acu75d571e2f9d514dd%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2015374037183941682</id><published>2011-01-27T17:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:49:09.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you for trying</title><content type='html'>I am constantly impressed with some of the photography I find on my friends blogs. I'm not talking about the friends that actually do it for a living, but the rest of you out there doing some really great picture taking. I imagine most of the pictures taken are with babies in arms, or that some other important and distracting thing is happening since most of us are Moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my sister in law, Mariko to take some pictures of us since we don't really have any. If any of you are familiar with her blog(s) you know she takes some really great pictures. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TUIP6I-CZRI/AAAAAAAACdM/fpj_wyWAvJ8/s1600/270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567029580897871122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TUIP6I-CZRI/AAAAAAAACdM/fpj_wyWAvJ8/s400/270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not that I would chose a posed picture, or a "perfect" picture, but these were about as good as it got in that shoot. Thanks Mariko. Don't take our inability to take a good picture together personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TUIP5hIZAfI/AAAAAAAACdE/pArQmw_1lQA/s1600/282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567029570203877874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TUIP5hIZAfI/AAAAAAAACdE/pArQmw_1lQA/s400/282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-2015374037183941682?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2015374037183941682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2015374037183941682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2015374037183941682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2015374037183941682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-you-for-trying.html' title='Love you for trying'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TUIP6I-CZRI/AAAAAAAACdM/fpj_wyWAvJ8/s72-c/270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4253177704872046168</id><published>2011-01-24T02:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:01:58.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1HfrPjRjI/AAAAAAAACc8/XlQI6wufJN8/s1600/Daddy%2Band%2BOlivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565683324009268786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1HfrPjRjI/AAAAAAAACc8/XlQI6wufJN8/s400/Daddy%2Band%2BOlivia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little love is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today. I don't know what I expected to feel or how I thought things would be when Olivia turned 6 months old, but I find myself overwhelmed with good feelings- gratitude, comfort, joy, peace, love. All because of Olivia. I haven't gone into details about some of the experiences we've had with her. They are very personal and someone taught me that they aren't all mine to share. They aren't a secret either. Micah and I knew we were supposed to have another baby. We couldn't ignore it. Knowing Olivia was meant to come to our family has given me comfort. I feel complete joy with her. With every smile, giggle, squeal, roll, sloppy kiss, and hug I feel gratitude that she was given to us. While I cherish my experiences watching Taj and Eden go from baby to toddler to the 3 and 5 year olds they are today, I don't remember being able to be calm and just enjoy each stage with them. I was probably too tired. Now I know how quickly it goes. Taj calls her our "littlest Livi-love." Eden calls for her every night for a hug before bed. There is so much love all thanks to Olivia. It's been a wonderful 6 months. I feel like the luckiest Mom in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*picture taken today at Ho'omaluhia. More on that to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-4253177704872046168?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4253177704872046168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4253177704872046168&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4253177704872046168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4253177704872046168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1HfrPjRjI/AAAAAAAACc8/XlQI6wufJN8/s72-c/Daddy%2Band%2BOlivia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8623540974360521836</id><published>2011-01-24T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T02:19:55.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1D0KBYR2I/AAAAAAAACc0/UHd7YpiUIZs/s1600/tide%2Bpool%2Bthrough%2Bthe%2Btrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565679277822199650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1D0KBYR2I/AAAAAAAACc0/UHd7YpiUIZs/s400/tide%2Bpool%2Bthrough%2Bthe%2Btrees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1DznDsxKI/AAAAAAAACcs/utvrYFSYNrc/s1600/tide%2Bpool%2Bkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565679268436690082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1DznDsxKI/AAAAAAAACcs/utvrYFSYNrc/s400/tide%2Bpool%2Bkiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1DzP7ayFI/AAAAAAAACck/PknIc5AoFcA/s1600/tide%2Bpool%2Beden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565679262227941458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1DzP7ayFI/AAAAAAAACck/PknIc5AoFcA/s400/tide%2Bpool%2Beden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1Dyw_AmfI/AAAAAAAACcc/urQkcdSJ5Gc/s1600/tide%2Bpool%2Bleap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565679253921503730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1Dyw_AmfI/AAAAAAAACcc/urQkcdSJ5Gc/s400/tide%2Bpool%2Bleap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks Aunt Lavern, Aunt Alissa, and Javier!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-8623540974360521836?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8623540974360521836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8623540974360521836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8623540974360521836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8623540974360521836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-super-saturday.html' title='Another Super Saturday'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TT1D0KBYR2I/AAAAAAAACc0/UHd7YpiUIZs/s72-c/tide%2Bpool%2Bthrough%2Bthe%2Btrees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8151424112753464401</id><published>2011-01-18T03:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:30:56.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpgnHZ02I/AAAAAAAACcU/17klvQKjQL0/s1600/Livi%2527s%2BLip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563468923662881634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpgnHZ02I/AAAAAAAACcU/17klvQKjQL0/s400/Livi%2527s%2BLip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The problem with babies is that they grow up. Olivia's decided that she wants to be on of the big kids. She follows them around the room (with her eyes) and has figured out how to play and laugh with them. It's a very sweet relationship and although I'm sad about every sign that she's not my newborn to cuddle and snuggle anymore, watching the kids grow to love each other makes it all better. She's also excited about eating (trying to anyway) grown up foods. Rice cereal is way too boring for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpgdYKT8I/AAAAAAAACcM/r2wZmfKNMk4/s1600/Livi%2Bloves%2BApples%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563468921048813506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpgdYKT8I/AAAAAAAACcM/r2wZmfKNMk4/s400/Livi%2Bloves%2BApples%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's been some crazy storms here, followed by amazing weather, thank goodness. We've found that the extra moisture in the air makes for perfect bubble blowing. The bubbles stick to everything making a bubble land. I need to stock up on bubbles cuz we all know how winter goes around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpfzoyNYI/AAAAAAAACcE/sIc3cxkaV-Q/s1600/Bubbles%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563468909844247938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpfzoyNYI/AAAAAAAACcE/sIc3cxkaV-Q/s400/Bubbles%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpfsYgogI/AAAAAAAACb8/1TqU68iKv90/s1600/Bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563468907896939010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpfsYgogI/AAAAAAAACb8/1TqU68iKv90/s400/Bubbles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpfTI_aEI/AAAAAAAACb0/mr29MjG_GM0/s1600/Bubbles%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563468901120960578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpfTI_aEI/AAAAAAAACb0/mr29MjG_GM0/s400/Bubbles%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5580412007688239700-8151424112753464401?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8151424112753464401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8151424112753464401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8151424112753464401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8151424112753464401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/silver-lining.html' title='The Silver Lining'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTVpgnHZ02I/AAAAAAAACcU/17klvQKjQL0/s72-c/Livi%2527s%2BLip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8034127658196345258</id><published>2011-01-16T03:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:19:48.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First (of many)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDrcQs2BI/AAAAAAAACbs/ED8QYNfYvss/s1600/Taj%2Bholds%2BOlivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562723640844015634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDrcQs2BI/AAAAAAAACbs/ED8QYNfYvss/s400/Taj%2Bholds%2BOlivia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My babies are getting big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDrPIytsI/AAAAAAAACbk/hbZ89hVNNMo/s1600/Get%2Bthe%2BBall%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562723637321184962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDrPIytsI/AAAAAAAACbk/hbZ89hVNNMo/s400/Get%2Bthe%2BBall%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent this morning at Taj's (and Coach Micah's) first basketball game at Laie Park. It was hot and tricky to get pictures, watch Taj and take care of the girls even with Nana and Poppop there. When it was all said and done we had a great time. There was such a great feeling there watching all the supportive family cheering for these cute kids who were playing their version of  basketball and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDq-WeibI/AAAAAAAACbc/hbJ3pMx93eI/s1600/Defense%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562723632815180210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDq-WeibI/AAAAAAAACbc/hbJ3pMx93eI/s400/Defense%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the game we all cooled off at the pool (postgame tradition for sure. Feel free to join us.) After we got the girls settled in for a nap Micah and I got to go surfing- We LOVE you Nana! It was so needed today for some reason. I think being one of the Moms cheering at Laie Park made me feel old (in a good way). The surf with my boyfriend kind of put things back into place. It was a great day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-8034127658196345258?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8034127658196345258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8034127658196345258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8034127658196345258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8034127658196345258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-of-many.html' title='First (of many)'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TTLDrcQs2BI/AAAAAAAACbs/ED8QYNfYvss/s72-c/Taj%2Bholds%2BOlivia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-115508429689660468</id><published>2011-01-11T01:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T02:13:51.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Show</title><content type='html'>The other night our power went out. It was only out long enough for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amaya&lt;/span&gt; to say, "I don't like it dark". When the lights came back on the kids decided they needed to be prepared in case it happens again. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSwcK2-jhjI/AAAAAAAACbU/iuHSyXFIJEA/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560850612777879090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSwcK2-jhjI/AAAAAAAACbU/iuHSyXFIJEA/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got those laser light things you wear on your fingers and went outside. It was very exciting and even got the neighbors out of their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSwcKop6ZVI/AAAAAAAACbM/EKqwht5XjiM/s1600/Light%2BShow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560850608933201234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSwcKop6ZVI/AAAAAAAACbM/EKqwht5XjiM/s400/Light%2BShow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Micah's parents are in town! This means entertainment for the kids, extra arms, and BABYSITTING! Micah and I went on a date surfing at Goats today. The surf was tiny (perfect for wimpy me), and it was cold and pouring. It was perfect. The water was glassy. No one was out but us. The water felt warm compared to the cold air. The fresh rain water tastes so good after a little salt water. The hot shower at home was amazing. Yup. My in-laws are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-115508429689660468?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/115508429689660468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=115508429689660468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/115508429689660468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/115508429689660468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/light-show.html' title='Light Show'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSwcK2-jhjI/AAAAAAAACbU/iuHSyXFIJEA/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6520391552686057833</id><published>2011-01-04T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:41:08.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSLq2P6rRoI/AAAAAAAACbE/bbsHV-MweUs/s1600/beach%2Bhut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558263107835086466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSLq2P6rRoI/AAAAAAAACbE/bbsHV-MweUs/s400/beach%2Bhut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I wish the photo was bigger. I think it says it all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5580412007688239700-6520391552686057833?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6520391552686057833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6520391552686057833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6520391552686057833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6520391552686057833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSLq2P6rRoI/AAAAAAAACbE/bbsHV-MweUs/s72-c/beach%2Bhut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3626635495017102573</id><published>2011-01-03T02:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:55:10.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, New Years, New Us</title><content type='html'>This was our first Christmas in Hawaii and our first Christmas on our own, without parents around to lean on. We loved leaning on them, but how can you go wrong with Christmas?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWfG07-QI/AAAAAAAACa8/yojRy9cEQaQ/s1600/Eden%2Bas%2BMary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888876304660738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWfG07-QI/AAAAAAAACa8/yojRy9cEQaQ/s400/Eden%2Bas%2BMary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldn't get out of acting out the Nativity. Mary and the Angel/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wise man&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taj&lt;/span&gt;) were super excited. Olivia acted as baby Jesus for us, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amaya&lt;/span&gt; was a great co-Angel/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wise man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWez_SjnI/AAAAAAAACa0/mfNylI3z1tg/s1600/typhoon%2BTurbo%2Bsub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888871247810162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWez_SjnI/AAAAAAAACa0/mfNylI3z1tg/s400/typhoon%2BTurbo%2Bsub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were happy and nice all day. Santa gave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; some Atlantis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; he'd been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWFinC16I/AAAAAAAACas/XJuf8RiiMgg/s1600/Girl%2BLegos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888437085984674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWFinC16I/AAAAAAAACas/XJuf8RiiMgg/s400/Girl%2BLegos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eden finally got some "girl Lego's" so she doesn't have to borrow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWFdaeSOI/AAAAAAAACak/72MWnlAo1hs/s1600/Atlantis%2BChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888435691079906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWFdaeSOI/AAAAAAAACak/72MWnlAo1hs/s400/Atlantis%2BChristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to mention how much I love having kids. I can't imagine Christmas without them. They make this time of year so magical and exciting and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWFKkPWGI/AAAAAAAACac/meYu57H1toM/s1600/Bike%2BChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888430631770210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWFKkPWGI/AAAAAAAACac/meYu57H1toM/s400/Bike%2BChristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa brought Eden a bike. She was super excited, then kindly said, "but I said I wanted a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/span&gt; doll." She quickly remembered she also wanted a bike and said how happy she was Santa got her a bike. Mom and Dad got her a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/span&gt; doll, but it was wrapped up. She said she was happy she got all the things she asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWEzvhpgI/AAAAAAAACaU/iTuxyLKsEV4/s1600/Olivia%2527s%2BStocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888424505091586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWEzvhpgI/AAAAAAAACaU/iTuxyLKsEV4/s400/Olivia%2527s%2BStocking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olivia seemed to like whatever it was we were doing Christmas day. We made her her stocking and at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; and Eden's request we stuffed it. We kind of forgot to get stuff since she's only 5 months and wasn't begging for anything. She got the new Christmas pj's and rice cereal. She was a good girl this year, but Santa is kinda cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWErbNbAI/AAAAAAAACaM/09qEIDQc2Cc/s1600/Rice%2BCereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557888422272396290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWErbNbAI/AAAAAAAACaM/09qEIDQc2Cc/s400/Rice%2BCereal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;New years eve wasn't too exciting. Even though I grew up in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Laie&lt;/span&gt;, I don't get into New Years too much. I never liked the noise and smoke much. We did a few flowers, eye balls, morning glories, and tanks and then turned in by 9:30. It was perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the new year, I've never been able to make and keep any resolutions. I think I'm the kind of person that doesn't like to be told when to start a goal. I have to be the one to say when it's time. There's that and that I quit most things I start. This year I plan to be more healthy. Fewer sugary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snacky&lt;/span&gt; things (except for tonight. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mariko&lt;/span&gt;, you know what I'm talking about).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olivia has grown up tons in the last week. She's liking rice cereal and thinks that all food should be grabbed and pulled into her mouth. This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;method&lt;/span&gt; of grabbing and pulling has gotten her banana which she LOVES. She's also rolling over and making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;farty&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spitty&lt;/span&gt; sounds and playing peek-a-boo. She loves to go for walks, facing outward of coarse. She has a smile that melts me and a laugh I spend hours trying to get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2010 was a great year for us. I can't wait to see what 2011 has in store for me and my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3626635495017102573?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3626635495017102573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3626635495017102573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3626635495017102573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3626635495017102573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-new-years-new-us.html' title='Christmas, New Years, New Us'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TSGWfG07-QI/AAAAAAAACa8/yojRy9cEQaQ/s72-c/Eden%2Bas%2BMary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-5484104784772226454</id><published>2010-12-22T17:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:09:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get over it</title><content type='html'>When I find a minute to blog I like to go through pictures I've taken recently. Last night I couldn't believe the pictures I was looking at. Is this really my life? We live in a postcard. I can't get over it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfsWq4ItI/AAAAAAAACaA/158-s3xIAgQ/s1600/Olivia%2Bin%2BStroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676874849723090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfsWq4ItI/AAAAAAAACaA/158-s3xIAgQ/s400/Olivia%2Bin%2BStroller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKff0pm-fI/AAAAAAAACZ4/h8jXt5b7d7o/s1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676659559168498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKff0pm-fI/AAAAAAAACZ4/h8jXt5b7d7o/s400/Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfQuDxH-I/AAAAAAAACZw/11vKZJtKJJg/s1600/Taj%2527s%2BRight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676400091799522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfQuDxH-I/AAAAAAAACZw/11vKZJtKJJg/s400/Taj%2527s%2BRight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Taj and Micah found a little surf spot we call "Taj's Rights".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfQMOmmJI/AAAAAAAACZg/FiQd-sPKCTI/s1600/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676391010441362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfQMOmmJI/AAAAAAAACZg/FiQd-sPKCTI/s400/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love living so close to the hotel and using their hammock (and other things too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfPw9bVJI/AAAAAAAACZY/2va1JZVNWoE/s1600/Eden%2BRocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676383690642578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfPw9bVJI/AAAAAAAACZY/2va1JZVNWoE/s400/Eden%2BRocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfPnm3V2I/AAAAAAAACZQ/L63D-XuwEhU/s1600/Duck%2BDive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553676381180090210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfPnm3V2I/AAAAAAAACZQ/L63D-XuwEhU/s400/Duck%2BDive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5580412007688239700-5484104784772226454?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5484104784772226454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5484104784772226454&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5484104784772226454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5484104784772226454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-get-over-it.html' title='I can&apos;t get over it'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TRKfsWq4ItI/AAAAAAAACaA/158-s3xIAgQ/s72-c/Olivia%2Bin%2BStroller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6378514911019588062</id><published>2010-12-17T03:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:34:14.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever, no matter what.</title><content type='html'>I found out today that my little Eden likes "soft tickles". She let me cuddle her and softly rub her with my fingertips. She hasn't allowed a Mommy cuddle in WAY too long. Dad gets them, but for some reason she just wants to squeeze my lips, stretch my cheeks, cover my eyes, wipe off my kisses, and basically abuse me. The cuddle was amazing. Especially because we are in what I refer to secretly as the horrible threes. Ugh. The roller coaster of demands and emotions is amazing. Thank goodness Taj prepared us for this. We know it's a phase and are able to stay calm about it and not take it personally. Even though I know that she's three and can't help it if it makes her lose it if Taj gets a blue bowl-it gets old really quickly. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TQs5KOLLYKI/AAAAAAAACZI/Vbpy5vOibcQ/s1600/DSC_0031%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551593813430722722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TQs5KOLLYKI/AAAAAAAACZI/Vbpy5vOibcQ/s400/DSC_0031%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is also a very tender and sweet age. At times. When she allows it. She will want to wrestle while insisting she has her hair long like a Princess. She will talk about Star Wars with Taj while putting on lip gloss. She'll say she loves me for no reason at all. She'll say thank you unsolicited and in the cutest, sweetest voice you ever heard. She tells you that you make the best cookies ever and you feel like it might be true. She tells Olivia that she loves her forever, no matter what. I think she got that from when we went through the temple open house. I love my little miss Eden. I learn from her and with her everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6378514911019588062?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6378514911019588062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6378514911019588062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6378514911019588062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6378514911019588062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/12/forever-no-matter-what.html' title='Forever, no matter what.'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TQs5KOLLYKI/AAAAAAAACZI/Vbpy5vOibcQ/s72-c/DSC_0031%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7606291405089377105</id><published>2010-12-04T02:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:38:01.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Did What?</title><content type='html'>We are about 98% sure we left all our Christmas decorations in Utah. Olivia is shocked too (picture to prove it). Of coarse we didn't notice until a few days ago when we started to feel a little Grinchy about having nothing Christmas-y in our house except the little fake Christmas tree the nice tenant of Condo 45 gave us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJm8lj8JI/AAAAAAAACZA/ax3Fqjb_d-g/s1600/Olivia%2BWHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546756455763538066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJm8lj8JI/AAAAAAAACZA/ax3Fqjb_d-g/s400/Olivia%2BWHA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went shopping today to get a little more festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJmbumudI/AAAAAAAACY4/hFq85E7SN1o/s1600/Oh%252C%2BChristmas%2BTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546756446943099346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJmbumudI/AAAAAAAACY4/hFq85E7SN1o/s400/Oh%252C%2BChristmas%2BTree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being sad and remembering the few Christmas items I grew attached to I went in search of some inspiration (thanks Etsy). I wanna make these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJmM5kf5I/AAAAAAAACYw/j36V8jvkDJk/s1600/il_570xN.198376172%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546756442962558866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJmM5kf5I/AAAAAAAACYw/j36V8jvkDJk/s400/il_570xN.198376172%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Definitely want this. Might take a few years to build up my green sea glass collection though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJl0PA7VI/AAAAAAAACYo/52JwL-hh1JU/s1600/il_570xN.196174891%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546756436341615954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJl0PA7VI/AAAAAAAACYo/52JwL-hh1JU/s400/il_570xN.196174891%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How sweet is this. I'm sure the ones I make will need an explanation of what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJlifB8NI/AAAAAAAACYg/tNElz_w16R0/s1600/il_570xN.198751900%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546756431576953042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJlifB8NI/AAAAAAAACYg/tNElz_w16R0/s400/il_570xN.198751900%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any who, this year I am really going to try hard not to stress about what we have or don't have. We have been blessed beyond measure this year and are excited to share this first Christmas with Olivia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*St. Nicholas Day is on Monday the 6th! Anyone else leave out a shoe for this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7606291405089377105?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7606291405089377105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7606291405089377105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7606291405089377105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7606291405089377105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-did-what.html' title='You Did What?'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPoJm8lj8JI/AAAAAAAACZA/ax3Fqjb_d-g/s72-c/Olivia%2BWHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2448877368133929114</id><published>2010-11-30T02:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:47:32.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKamRD6SI/AAAAAAAACYY/jW7Ihh5J-b0/s1600/DSC_0042%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545279599497439522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKamRD6SI/AAAAAAAACYY/jW7Ihh5J-b0/s200/DSC_0042%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKafwvm9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/66zxZTPuKbs/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545279597751278546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKafwvm9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/66zxZTPuKbs/s200/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJkiul9aI/AAAAAAAACXo/5p6gkzpNDWM/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545278670834628002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJkiul9aI/AAAAAAAACXo/5p6gkzpNDWM/s200/DSC_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKaG3H8YI/AAAAAAAACYI/ketKFwlOvdQ/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545279591067152770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKaG3H8YI/AAAAAAAACYI/ketKFwlOvdQ/s200/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJlAVa55I/AAAAAAAACXw/XaT1aYdwFik/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545278678782109586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJlAVa55I/AAAAAAAACXw/XaT1aYdwFik/s200/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJlhNQbgI/AAAAAAAACX4/LjdgvDU5lmE/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545278687606238722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJlhNQbgI/AAAAAAAACX4/LjdgvDU5lmE/s200/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKZkjvPzI/AAAAAAAACYA/FikKlQt5X9k/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545279581859036978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKZkjvPzI/AAAAAAAACYA/FikKlQt5X9k/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJjIDdHKI/AAAAAAAACXY/cytMHGHxHqU/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545278646494502050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJjIDdHKI/AAAAAAAACXY/cytMHGHxHqU/s200/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJkcbv9OI/AAAAAAAACXg/g-Xkr5eoE7c/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545278669144978658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTJkcbv9OI/AAAAAAAACXg/g-Xkr5eoE7c/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe it's just me or my kids, but I swear some days I wake up to find the kid I put to bed is gone and a new version of them woke up. After a month in Hawaii we've definitely got new versions of our kids. I'll start with Taj (our fish). He has gone off the deep end a little with the Lego's. Seriously, I wonder if there's a point where I should cut him off. He creates amazing spaceships and scenarios that really impress me, but would probably play with them all day if I let him. He and Eden share a room now, and love it for the most part. We set up a tent for Taj on his bed and he has camp outs every night. He really wants to take karate classes. Might be good to have an environment where it's ok to wrestle/punch/kick... He's not violent, but he's a boy. While he loves to play fight he is the sweetest, snuggliest little guy. I get I love you's and kisses all day. He and Olivia have a special love. They smile and cuddle so sweetly. I love seeing how grown up my first baby is next to my little 4 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taj missed the kindergarten cut off in Utah because his birthday is in September. I thought about getting him in school now that we're in Hawaii, but can't get myself to do it. There are lots of reasons why, but mostly I don't want the world to have him yet. While I encourage growth and learning we are in no hurry for him to grow up. It happens too quickly and once it does there's no going back. Might be a little selfish, but with the crazy stuff out there in the world maybe this extra year will give him a little more maturity and experience to know how to deal with it. I wish there was some way to be able to know how each decision will effect our kids down the road. For now we will love our time together. And we do. &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/5580412007688239700-2448877368133929114?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2448877368133929114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2448877368133929114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2448877368133929114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2448877368133929114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/taj-lately.html' title='Taj Lately'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TPTKamRD6SI/AAAAAAAACYY/jW7Ihh5J-b0/s72-c/DSC_0042%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-5686443547473252491</id><published>2010-11-24T02:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T02:51:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for....</title><content type='html'>I love Thanksgiving. It's not just the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gluttony&lt;/span&gt;. I love anything that means good food, family and friends, and gratitude. Seriously, I can always use a reminder of how blessed I am because it is way too easy to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOzdqePJ7hI/AAAAAAAACXI/g94LTHmFn4w/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543048963127111186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOzdqePJ7hI/AAAAAAAACXI/g94LTHmFn4w/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always love to hear what the kids are thankful for. Nothing too crazy this year... toys, swimming, family. Thank Yous are nice, but I want to work on active gratitude or doing things to show we are grateful. This year we are going to start a Smith family tradition of a beach clean up to actively show our gratitude for the ocean. We'll be at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hukilau&lt;/span&gt; at 9:30 Thanksgiving Day cleaning and playing, if anyone wants to join us. I know it can be a busy morning, so no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-5686443547473252491?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5686443547473252491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5686443547473252491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5686443547473252491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5686443547473252491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for....'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOzdqePJ7hI/AAAAAAAACXI/g94LTHmFn4w/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7555090375958150424</id><published>2010-11-21T02:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T03:07:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>Every Saturday in Utah we tried to fill our time with something fun to make it special. Every Saturday we tried not to say what we were both thinking...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsDeicD2I/AAAAAAAACXA/qXssS_1bcwY/s1600/malasada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541938885960666978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsDeicD2I/AAAAAAAACXA/qXssS_1bcwY/s400/malasada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Malasadas? Yes Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsDD15_KI/AAAAAAAACW4/ccVlzBfOIHc/s1600/Eden%2BPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541938878794562722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsDD15_KI/AAAAAAAACW4/ccVlzBfOIHc/s400/Eden%2BPool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found out Eden knows most of Little Mermaid songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsCQ9soAI/AAAAAAAACWw/MQ61oZW50G4/s1600/Olivia%2Bpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541938865137033218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsCQ9soAI/AAAAAAAACWw/MQ61oZW50G4/s400/Olivia%2Bpool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olivia doesn't mind pool water. Her brother and sister LOVE having her in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsCG5T3eI/AAAAAAAACWo/5GYanGo6KAw/s1600/boys%2Bsurf%2Btbay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541938862434278882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsCG5T3eI/AAAAAAAACWo/5GYanGo6KAw/s400/boys%2Bsurf%2Btbay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taj loves to paddle around with Micah and tell him to get waves and go faster. I'm so proud. Micah and I now say how grateful we are to be here daily. We feel so spoiled and love sharing this place with the little people we love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7555090375958150424?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7555090375958150424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7555090375958150424&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7555090375958150424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7555090375958150424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-saturday.html' title='Super Saturday'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOjsDeicD2I/AAAAAAAACXA/qXssS_1bcwY/s72-c/malasada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7894898102633222676</id><published>2010-11-16T03:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T03:28:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>n sync (in the sink)</title><content type='html'>Micah and I are outnumbered 3 to 2. This means we have to get creative on how to get things done. Sweet Olivia seemed to like this handy baby seat (the sink) while we got Taj and Eden bathed.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOJcBV-1qkI/AAAAAAAACWg/elqgPaB8NvY/s1600/in%2Bsink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540091669769464386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOJcBV-1qkI/AAAAAAAACWg/elqgPaB8NvY/s400/in%2Bsink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5580412007688239700-7894898102633222676?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7894898102633222676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7894898102633222676&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7894898102633222676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7894898102633222676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/n-sync-in-sink.html' title='n sync (in the sink)'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TOJcBV-1qkI/AAAAAAAACWg/elqgPaB8NvY/s72-c/in%2Bsink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3912829212597693657</id><published>2010-11-09T18:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:25:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Seat</title><content type='html'>With the time difference Micah's able to be around a lot more and we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it. I feel so spoiled to have the extra hands when I'm feeding Olivia. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnya4Y1C8I/AAAAAAAACWY/BasBF_D0ctk/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537723760455781314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnya4Y1C8I/AAAAAAAACWY/BasBF_D0ctk/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnyaJG_CHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/tf---GK0sUI/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537723747764471922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnyaJG_CHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/tf---GK0sUI/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnyZsb6HSI/AAAAAAAACWI/NxYSRb7k1Ek/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537723740067601698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnyZsb6HSI/AAAAAAAACWI/NxYSRb7k1Ek/s400/DSC_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnyY9Pw8YI/AAAAAAAACWA/V7JDI0I3YhI/s1600/DSC_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537723727400202626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnyY9Pw8YI/AAAAAAAACWA/V7JDI0I3YhI/s400/DSC_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am blessed so don't let this come off as a complaint, but over the last few days there's been a switch in the dynamics around here. I am  now the back seat driver of the parents. The kids go to Dad and ask for Dad. Part of me feels a little sad about not being needed as much- but come on. I am so grateful. Let's face it, Dad's are fun. And the view from this back seat is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3912829212597693657?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3912829212597693657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3912829212597693657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3912829212597693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3912829212597693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-seat.html' title='Back Seat'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TNnya4Y1C8I/AAAAAAAACWY/BasBF_D0ctk/s72-c/DSC_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6496863043433940458</id><published>2010-11-08T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:56:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Did This Happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/M12h0LZQBaPz9-9y4hzpZQ"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/M12h0LZQBaPz9-9y4hzpZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;One of the great things about coming home is seeing people I've known my whole life. It's great and not so great though. Sometimes seeing people from my childhood reminds me of what a dumdum I was, and still am at times. I get a little embarrassed thinking about it. Oh, the awkward years were long and VERY awkward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really fun to see friends from forever ago with their families and see how much we've changed/ grown up. This SNL video of "Mom Jeans" cracks me up because for some of us it's oh so true. Maybe I need me some new jeans to be totally grown up. I'm still learning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6496863043433940458?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6496863043433940458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6496863043433940458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6496863043433940458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6496863043433940458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-did-this-happen.html' title='When Did This Happen?'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3372165163636472471</id><published>2010-11-01T04:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T04:27:47.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween In Hawaii</title><content type='html'>The kids taught me a little about staying in character. Ha! I wish Edens cape showed up better in the pictures. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6S55zrSrI/AAAAAAAACV4/4M55nhYycEA/s1600/DSC_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534522515552684722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6S55zrSrI/AAAAAAAACV4/4M55nhYycEA/s400/DSC_0419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we saw a bunch of BYU kids (yes I called them kids) show up for a Halloween surf. It was pretty classic. Turns out Nacho Libre can rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6SnEZIpkI/AAAAAAAACVw/GUcw92DKXh8/s1600/DSC_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534522191976638018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6SnEZIpkI/AAAAAAAACVw/GUcw92DKXh8/s400/DSC_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6Sm3Y6V-I/AAAAAAAACVo/dOBvrijJpOA/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534522188486039522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6Sm3Y6V-I/AAAAAAAACVo/dOBvrijJpOA/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only in Hawaii would Darth Vader be caught wearing slippahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6SmsGHq5I/AAAAAAAACVg/OHo8_PkZM8U/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534522185454431122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6SmsGHq5I/AAAAAAAACVg/OHo8_PkZM8U/s400/DSC_0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6SmbfST5I/AAAAAAAACVY/abyReq__0o0/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534522180996583314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6SmbfST5I/AAAAAAAACVY/abyReq__0o0/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Halloween was a big trip down memory lane for me. We went to a ward trunk or treat with the ward I grew up in. On Saturday night we went around the block I grew up trick or treating at. It made me think how some things never change and shouldn't. I will mark this as the year the kids really got Halloween. They were running from house to house without complaining of being too tired and dumped their candy out first thing when they got home to see what they got and eat as much as Mom and Dad would allow. Micah and I stayed up and ate way way too much candy. The candy hang over this morning tells me we did it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3372165163636472471?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3372165163636472471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3372165163636472471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3372165163636472471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3372165163636472471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-in-hawaii.html' title='Halloween In Hawaii'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6S55zrSrI/AAAAAAAACV4/4M55nhYycEA/s72-c/DSC_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7755889299000052734</id><published>2010-11-01T03:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T04:01:34.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phheewww</title><content type='html'>After all the daydreaming, garage sales, D I runs, packing the house and our bags, flying, unpacking, food shopping.... we never thought the day would actually get here. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534518557666971778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6PThiMEII/AAAAAAAACVQ/uKJSMp46iTU/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M1VRUTyI/AAAAAAAACVA/31bsPcRCAG4/s1600/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534515839955652386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M1VRUTyI/AAAAAAAACVA/31bsPcRCAG4/s400/DSC_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M1DqdF9I/AAAAAAAACU4/4ZtqMGdoMlc/s1600/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534515835229247442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M1DqdF9I/AAAAAAAACU4/4ZtqMGdoMlc/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M03vo1WI/AAAAAAAACUw/aP54jm-Rx_M/s1600/DSC_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534515832029762914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M03vo1WI/AAAAAAAACUw/aP54jm-Rx_M/s400/DSC_0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are starting to breath again. And smile a lot. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world when I got to go for a quick surf while everyone (even Micah) was napping. We're in heaven. I hope this never wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M0scBbZI/AAAAAAAACUo/O3-WpT64UbI/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534515828994698642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6M0scBbZI/AAAAAAAACUo/O3-WpT64UbI/s400/DSC_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olivia and cousin Mozely are buddies already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7755889299000052734?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7755889299000052734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7755889299000052734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7755889299000052734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7755889299000052734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/11/phheewww.html' title='Phheewww'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TM6PThiMEII/AAAAAAAACVQ/uKJSMp46iTU/s72-c/DSC_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-2513294750262423069</id><published>2010-10-11T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:46:24.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW6lgpZQI/AAAAAAAACUg/9iH2JCrRwsA/s1600/blessed+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526997469703529730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW6lgpZQI/AAAAAAAACUg/9iH2JCrRwsA/s400/blessed+family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are a lot of Smiths now, huh. Kind of surprises me to see us all shoved in one picture together. When people ask how it is having three kids my first thought is LOUD. Taj and Eden haven't stopped talking for months now. Throw some crying in there and hand me the ear plugs please. Love this picture though. First one all together since the hospital. It was Olivia's blessing, and time for a feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW6Iz5DdI/AAAAAAAACUY/2ZMbQfOZqg4/s1600/blessing+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526997461999619538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW6Iz5DdI/AAAAAAAACUY/2ZMbQfOZqg4/s400/blessing+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dress is amazing. Hand sewn about 35 years ago. This was the 3rd blessing in it (Auntie Alissa, Eden, and now Olivia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW5iXepyI/AAAAAAAACUQ/2Xr_ZLLA3DQ/s1600/Olivia+and+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526997451679901474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW5iXepyI/AAAAAAAACUQ/2Xr_ZLLA3DQ/s400/Olivia+and+Mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the few pictures of us together. I will cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW5ZXJbMI/AAAAAAAACUI/xLZD-gzaap4/s1600/Daddy+b-day+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526997449262591170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW5ZXJbMI/AAAAAAAACUI/xLZD-gzaap4/s400/Daddy+b-day+kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eden turned 3 on October 4th. We had a special family birthday for her. I LOVE having an excuse to spoil my kids. There are few things more satisfying in this life. She is at a tricky stage-time outs and attitude a plenty. She comes up with "leave me alone Mom", and "I have to go potty. My heart told me." All part of the roller coaster of emotions. She's such a blessing. We knew both our girls needed to come to our family well before we had them and I'm reminded of how blessed we are daily. &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/5580412007688239700-2513294750262423069?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/2513294750262423069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=2513294750262423069&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2513294750262423069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/2513294750262423069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TLPW6lgpZQI/AAAAAAAACUg/9iH2JCrRwsA/s72-c/blessed+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-366962566624438880</id><published>2010-10-03T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:33:49.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taj and Eden's birthdays are a couple weeks apart, so being a little selfish and realistic we decided to do a combined store bought birthday party themed party.  Two cakes, a bounce house, double the presents and it was still cheaper than last year's.  Go figure.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2XvEy1sI/AAAAAAAACUA/HCzGP9TdJpI/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524006199348090562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2XvEy1sI/AAAAAAAACUA/HCzGP9TdJpI/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pixie Stix were a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2XNZTYtI/AAAAAAAACT4/U_cmkvlPyAA/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524006190307304146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2XNZTYtI/AAAAAAAACT4/U_cmkvlPyAA/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As was the Jumping Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2WypLxjI/AAAAAAAACTw/SI-ly6WGrM4/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524006183126156850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2WypLxjI/AAAAAAAACTw/SI-ly6WGrM4/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2WjN-mhI/AAAAAAAACTo/uWk9QthYFHg/s1600/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524006178985515538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2WjN-mhI/AAAAAAAACTo/uWk9QthYFHg/s320/DSC_0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1SJ9BZiI/AAAAAAAACTg/h3_bmCqlmgs/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524005003972404770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1SJ9BZiI/AAAAAAAACTg/h3_bmCqlmgs/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1RuF-3ZI/AAAAAAAACTY/l_521TBLH_c/s1600/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524004996493794706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1RuF-3ZI/AAAAAAAACTY/l_521TBLH_c/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1RX92dbI/AAAAAAAACTQ/W4TQLzTgG5w/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524004990554109362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1RX92dbI/AAAAAAAACTQ/W4TQLzTgG5w/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1RDkHqAI/AAAAAAAACTI/TdosXSxbeTA/s1600/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524004985077475330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1RDkHqAI/AAAAAAAACTI/TdosXSxbeTA/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1QkyVRmI/AAAAAAAACTA/1t6y4lUqjmM/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524004976815588962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk1QkyVRmI/AAAAAAAACTA/1t6y4lUqjmM/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have a five year old?  We have a three year old?  Wow, time is flying by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-366962566624438880?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/366962566624438880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=366962566624438880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/366962566624438880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/366962566624438880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/10/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TKk2XvEy1sI/AAAAAAAACUA/HCzGP9TdJpI/s72-c/DSC_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-7012444374883968570</id><published>2010-09-23T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:47:05.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJvIZ1343cI/AAAAAAAACS4/0TBazN8KbKM/s1600/thumb+sucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520226114556452290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJvIZ1343cI/AAAAAAAACS4/0TBazN8KbKM/s400/thumb+sucker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJvIZZaVgVI/AAAAAAAACSw/yBLLPhsIlOQ/s1600/baby+basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520226106916307282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJvIZZaVgVI/AAAAAAAACSw/yBLLPhsIlOQ/s400/baby+basket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure how long this has been going on, but i recently busted Olivia sucking on her fingers. The two middle on her left hand seem to be her favorites. I think it's stinking cute, but also have a feeling a little like panic. I know it'll be trouble down the road. I've been pushing the pacifier, but apparently the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci's&lt;/span&gt; got nothing on her fingers. This is just another of my frequent reminders that even though I've raised two babies (still in the process of...) I've never raised an Olivia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a sweet baby. We smile and talk with each other more than my others did. She sleeps great, especially right now. She just got her 2 month shots, poor thing, and wants to sleep it off. We're getting a lot more face time with her these days and the kids are loving it. Eden gets a little cookoo when Livi's around. Super hyper and you can see in her eyes she wants to squeeze her. I just tell her that Olivia still hasn't burped yet. Eden is terified of getting spit up on her.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm not going to leave Livi around Eden without supervision :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-7012444374883968570?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/7012444374883968570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=7012444374883968570&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7012444374883968570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/7012444374883968570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJvIZ1343cI/AAAAAAAACS4/0TBazN8KbKM/s72-c/thumb+sucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8241731070153385181</id><published>2010-09-19T09:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:07:34.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwGXBYsKI/AAAAAAAACSo/NKjPyq-N0oU/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518651279206297762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwGXBYsKI/AAAAAAAACSo/NKjPyq-N0oU/s200/DSC_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lives have been as crazy as this jumble of photo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwFRJNzlI/AAAAAAAACSY/YpO4aM1Op60/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518651260448656978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwFRJNzlI/AAAAAAAACSY/YpO4aM1Op60/s200/DSC_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwF67nmfI/AAAAAAAACSg/Wx1ZaWL5kbg/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518651271665916402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwF67nmfI/AAAAAAAACSg/Wx1ZaWL5kbg/s200/DSC_0168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taj turned 5!!! I'm in shock still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mellow family party- the big combined party is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYvfyMdHwI/AAAAAAAACSQ/DgO93C7xqJM/s1600/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518650616485584642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYvfyMdHwI/AAAAAAAACSQ/DgO93C7xqJM/s200/DSC_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYve1OYjqI/AAAAAAAACSA/1pD5FF0Qwo8/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518650600119111330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYve1OYjqI/AAAAAAAACSA/1pD5FF0Qwo8/s200/DSC_0151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYvfXdOgQI/AAAAAAAACSI/JOgsI4RywmY/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518650609308172546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYvfXdOgQI/AAAAAAAACSI/JOgsI4RywmY/s200/DSC_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taj chose to golf and play at Boondocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled all day long, and is just starting to look up from all his new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYveGU3OfI/AAAAAAAACRw/ds4je85hq4w/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518650587529820658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYveGU3OfI/AAAAAAAACRw/ds4je85hq4w/s200/DSC_0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYvevTFy9I/AAAAAAAACR4/dJ_35lFL4ZY/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518650598528240594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYvevTFy9I/AAAAAAAACR4/dJ_35lFL4ZY/s200/DSC_0134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYudneSpwI/AAAAAAAACRg/Fd9WBISaIzI/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649479736239874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYudneSpwI/AAAAAAAACRg/Fd9WBISaIzI/s200/DSC_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eden started Preschool! She was so proud that she could go by herself. I was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We went boating on Jordanelle. Taj and Eden both surprised us by tubing. Eden also came on the surfboard with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYucfSYR_I/AAAAAAAACRI/c5Zq2Sx-wnQ/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649460358924274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYucfSYR_I/AAAAAAAACRI/c5Zq2Sx-wnQ/s200/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYudeSb2jI/AAAAAAAACRY/X8rW0MvTPZY/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649477270592050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYudeSb2jI/AAAAAAAACRY/X8rW0MvTPZY/s200/DSC_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYueO3j53I/AAAAAAAACRo/bzgQ2sIhwBU/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649490311210866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYueO3j53I/AAAAAAAACRo/bzgQ2sIhwBU/s200/DSC_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden says I'm "regular" now so I can go in the water. I'm more excited about that than she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtnZY1yBI/AAAAAAAACRA/hwgTBBBj_5Q/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518648548242343954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtnZY1yBI/AAAAAAAACRA/hwgTBBBj_5Q/s200/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYuc69hx_I/AAAAAAAACRQ/G7qK961Ku8k/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649467787659250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYuc69hx_I/AAAAAAAACRQ/G7qK961Ku8k/s200/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Olivia is a peach. She is full of smiles and has been sleeping through the night for about a week now- GO BABYWISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtnG3T6zI/AAAAAAAACQ4/U6pbWNvkFoc/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518648543269874482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtnG3T6zI/AAAAAAAACQ4/U6pbWNvkFoc/s200/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtmpahKdI/AAAAAAAACQw/9YIsxohNJkQ/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518648535364479442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtmpahKdI/AAAAAAAACQw/9YIsxohNJkQ/s200/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the zoo still rocks. Or so I'm told. Micah and the kids had a great time riding the train and visiting the new baby elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtllWb2zI/AAAAAAAACQg/7ZamYBMFd5c/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518648517093743410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtllWb2zI/AAAAAAAACQg/7ZamYBMFd5c/s200/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtmK3f30I/AAAAAAAACQo/jmJDJsb_k14/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518648527164530498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYtmK3f30I/AAAAAAAACQo/jmJDJsb_k14/s200/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*We bought our one way tickets to Hawaii~ October 21 can't come soon enough!!!&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/5580412007688239700-8241731070153385181?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8241731070153385181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8241731070153385181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8241731070153385181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8241731070153385181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/09/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TJYwGXBYsKI/AAAAAAAACSo/NKjPyq-N0oU/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-861152341458934594</id><published>2010-09-07T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:12:59.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Gracias, Mahalo, and Thank you to my mothering brain trust. Your experiences comforted me a lot and after hearing what you had to say, I did some research on spit up. I've decided Olivia is getting too much too fast and not getting the burping attention she needs. It's pretty annoying, but doesn't seem to be bothering her and she's definitely got baby chubs so I'm not too worried about her weight gain. Thanks again everyone. You all help so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1__f-UwI/AAAAAAAACQQ/VN8RVU0i5eM/s1600/DSC_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294904743678722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1__f-UwI/AAAAAAAACQQ/VN8RVU0i5eM/s320/DSC_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1_REJnDI/AAAAAAAACQI/zS32tHm6rXU/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294892278946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1_REJnDI/AAAAAAAACQI/zS32tHm6rXU/s320/DSC_0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1_BzONYI/AAAAAAAACQA/CW_S13l7VsQ/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294888181413250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1_BzONYI/AAAAAAAACQA/CW_S13l7VsQ/s320/DSC_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1-jd65PI/AAAAAAAACP4/ieWJ2XFnFUc/s1600/Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294880039003378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1-jd65PI/AAAAAAAACP4/ieWJ2XFnFUc/s320/Sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm in love with this van. We saw it on a colder day. Yup. Summer is officially over here already. It hurt a little to see it because it made me want to be that girl holding the surfboard again, but I can't complain since we'll be in HI next month. It made me re-realize how much I need to work on being happy in the moment instead of always looking forward to the next thing... Hawaii, the kids in preschool, Olivia eating solid food and sitting up instead of spitting up. Here's to living in the moment. Speaking of which, I better go get Taj and feed Olivia. Joy. &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/5580412007688239700-861152341458934594?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/861152341458934594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=861152341458934594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/861152341458934594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/861152341458934594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/09/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TIa1__f-UwI/AAAAAAAACQQ/VN8RVU0i5eM/s72-c/DSC_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-437993071711470696</id><published>2010-08-31T18:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:03:49.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy</title><content type='html'>So Olivia has a spitting up problem. I think it's a problem, but my other two never spit up so... I'm needing comfort, info, insight of any kind. Can it be stopped? Am I doing something wrong here? Anyone? Beuller?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-437993071711470696?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/437993071711470696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=437993071711470696&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/437993071711470696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/437993071711470696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8407052858828668093</id><published>2010-08-29T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:37:34.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood a.k.a Learning Patience</title><content type='html'>Last week in church (made it for 2 of the 3 hours!!) we had a lesson on patience. The big P. We got talking about how when we're feeling impatient it's because things aren't on my schedule. That's motherhood in a nutshell. All week long I've been thinking about how impatient I can be, but also how much patience I've learned since becoming a mom almost 5 years ago. It starts with, "when will this baby come?" then, "when will this muffin top go away?". Don't forget the, "when will I get a good  nights sleep?". It never ends. I went for a run a couple times this week and there was the new lesson my body is teaching me.... it'll be a while before it feels like my own again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see a lot of growth in Micah and I, but am constantly reminded of how much I have to learn still. At least we're able to stop and take a breath and remember that these moments are fleeting (most of the time). Usually I realize there is really no reason to be stressed or pushy and I am humbled to see how patient our kids are with us as parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjigzvv1I/AAAAAAAACPw/dJQYMljSZDw/s1600/DSC_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037644847431506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjigzvv1I/AAAAAAAACPw/dJQYMljSZDw/s320/DSC_0337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Olivia knows and loves her Daddy already. She follows his voice around a room. She's smiling and cooing. She lifts her head during tummy time and is A-Dor-Able!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjiZIQ6GI/AAAAAAAACPo/gRngr4mPERk/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037642786007138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjiZIQ6GI/AAAAAAAACPo/gRngr4mPERk/s320/DSC_0318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjhrWL4fI/AAAAAAAACPg/pV5isTWbXNY/s1600/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037630496367090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjhrWL4fI/AAAAAAAACPg/pV5isTWbXNY/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *The kids learned patience waiting for the ice cream truck. It's silly around here.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjhZl7M2I/AAAAAAAACPY/UP71_wrwckw/s1600/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511037625730544482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjhZl7M2I/AAAAAAAACPY/UP71_wrwckw/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-8407052858828668093?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8407052858828668093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8407052858828668093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8407052858828668093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8407052858828668093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/motherhood-aka-learning-patience.html' title='Motherhood a.k.a Learning Patience'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THsjigzvv1I/AAAAAAAACPw/dJQYMljSZDw/s72-c/DSC_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-1345617757484334805</id><published>2010-08-29T20:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:12:44.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oobleck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshSFKo0bI/AAAAAAAACPQ/DQZeY-FTYSg/s1600/DSC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035163526091186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshSFKo0bI/AAAAAAAACPQ/DQZeY-FTYSg/s320/DSC_0295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshRm89oFI/AAAAAAAACPI/Xjv4lRLxWiY/s1600/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035155415670866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshRm89oFI/AAAAAAAACPI/Xjv4lRLxWiY/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshRWvgPBI/AAAAAAAACPA/XWUNth7L2V8/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035151064251410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshRWvgPBI/AAAAAAAACPA/XWUNth7L2V8/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshQx_ftbI/AAAAAAAACO4/WUcGvcOrou0/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511035141199214002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshQx_ftbI/AAAAAAAACO4/WUcGvcOrou0/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my better judgement (this stuff is crazy messy) I made the kids a batch of Oobleck (1 1/4 C. cornstarch and 1/2 C-3/4 C water) and let them play while I nursed Olivia. It was messy, but they loved every second! They seriously played with the stuff for an hour, then went back for more later on, outside that time. This was one of the good days. Thank heavens for those.&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/5580412007688239700-1345617757484334805?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/1345617757484334805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=1345617757484334805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1345617757484334805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/1345617757484334805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/oobleck.html' title='Oobleck'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/THshSFKo0bI/AAAAAAAACPQ/DQZeY-FTYSg/s72-c/DSC_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-48965901847159116</id><published>2010-08-20T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:59:21.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Us Lately</title><content type='html'>4 weeks later...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507642675457062610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T1SRmdtI/AAAAAAAACOo/gWY5clM3USc/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" /&gt;my arms are starting to get tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507642689120943474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T2FLUvXI/AAAAAAAACOw/7FPMhL4ddw8/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" /&gt; we"re leaving the house a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T0yIy-nI/AAAAAAAACOg/aTWg-2dgQUg/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507642666830199410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T0yIy-nI/AAAAAAAACOg/aTWg-2dgQUg/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really missing my other 2 kids and our old routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T0MfDqDI/AAAAAAAACOY/u7JpEyrWMOE/s1600/DSC_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507642656723019826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T0MfDqDI/AAAAAAAACOY/u7JpEyrWMOE/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;names are getting all mixed up- Olivia- I mean Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8TzYlRNDI/AAAAAAAACOQ/wEmyLezouXI/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507642642790429746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8TzYlRNDI/AAAAAAAACOQ/wEmyLezouXI/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy around here, but wonderful. I remember how crazy it was when Eden was born and thinking we might have ruined everything. Those moments never lasted though and now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; and Eden are the best of friends. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; gets Eden her gummy vitamins in the morning. Eden gets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; his toothbrush. They got their first tag team time out a couple days ago, and while it wasn't fun I was marking down in the book of Smith as a first and like that they have each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-48965901847159116?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/48965901847159116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=48965901847159116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/48965901847159116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/48965901847159116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/us-lately.html' title='Us Lately'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TG8T1SRmdtI/AAAAAAAACOo/gWY5clM3USc/s72-c/DSC_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-5858922065955981679</id><published>2010-08-10T14:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:58:27.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In Utah</title><content type='html'>August 8th is a big day around here. Among other things it marked Micah's 29th birthday and our 7th wedding anniversary. I was pretty much a bum this year. I did nothing for Micah. I didn't prepare ahead and buy anything. I didn't even help the kids make him anything. We're pretty low key about these things anyway, but I really let this one get away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a meager effort to celebrate we went out to dinner on Saturday. We left Taj and Eden with Nana and once Olivia was all fed we took off. At the end of dinner Liv started waking up. She was hungry. Olivia's only 2 weeks old so instead of letting her cry all the way home we pulled into a parking lot to feed her in the car. Being civilized Micah pulled off to a darker, deserted area of the parking lot. He went and got us some "Red Mango"- so good. While we were all eating a car pulled up next to us. Right next to us. This was strange since there were hundreds of other parking spots open and we weren't even parked by anything. We were curious and started watching. The dad got out of the minivan and went to the back seat where he got a baby out. He handed the baby to his wife who began feeding their baby. Classic. We laughed and thought, "only in Utah." Micah then said it's definitely time to move. I couldn't agree more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-5858922065955981679?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/5858922065955981679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=5858922065955981679&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5858922065955981679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/5858922065955981679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/only-in-utah.html' title='Only In Utah'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-8202165266526758429</id><published>2010-08-05T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:46:49.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apricots a Plenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEwM4KhiI/AAAAAAAACOI/Sk9YtHc_P4Q/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502137333388576290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEwM4KhiI/AAAAAAAACOI/Sk9YtHc_P4Q/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Freezer jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEvkspycI/AAAAAAAACOA/UTd8SpRWHAk/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502137322602875330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEvkspycI/AAAAAAAACOA/UTd8SpRWHAk/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fruit leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEvFkedWI/AAAAAAAACN4/5zBHkMWaHPs/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502137314247079266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEvFkedWI/AAAAAAAACN4/5zBHkMWaHPs/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have more apricots than we should ever try to eat. Come and get it people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5580412007688239700-8202165266526758429?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/8202165266526758429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=8202165266526758429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8202165266526758429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/8202165266526758429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/apricots-plenty.html' title='Apricots a Plenty'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFuEwM4KhiI/AAAAAAAACOI/Sk9YtHc_P4Q/s72-c/DSC_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-3650198517361827456</id><published>2010-08-03T15:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:45:18.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Olivia Ola Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFiI4kDADUI/AAAAAAAACNw/srOwYcOCYFs/s1600/olivia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501297450163375426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFiI4kDADUI/AAAAAAAACNw/srOwYcOCYFs/s320/olivia+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to mention that yes, our little darling has a name. Well, not so little anymore. She was born 8 lb. 10 oz. , and is already out of newborn diapers. It's amazing what a little leche can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side notes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* I'm loving the "Belly Bandit". I totally recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Having a baby is up there as one of the most humbling experiences. I feel so needy, but more so blessed. I have an amazing support system who have done more than I knew I needed. This has been a beautiful experience and all thanks to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Babies in the summer are the way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* I know I shouldn't watch Shark week, but so help me, it's so interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* What are my preschool options in Hawaii? We're still hoping to be there soon (ish) so I need to get that figured out for Taj--- HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-3650198517361827456?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/3650198517361827456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=3650198517361827456&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3650198517361827456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/3650198517361827456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh, yeah'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFiI4kDADUI/AAAAAAAACNw/srOwYcOCYFs/s72-c/olivia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-4788931082204741639</id><published>2010-07-29T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:45:30.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJQau2RGI/AAAAAAAACNo/NxGbjjQhoAQ/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499538641375347810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJQau2RGI/AAAAAAAACNo/NxGbjjQhoAQ/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJP-wX1FI/AAAAAAAACNg/xD839gRaGSA/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499538633865548882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJP-wX1FI/AAAAAAAACNg/xD839gRaGSA/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Too many monkeys in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJPUsDIZI/AAAAAAAACNY/yY67SopCcWk/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499538622573126034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJPUsDIZI/AAAAAAAACNY/yY67SopCcWk/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * Eden and Taj are as in love as Micah and I. They ask "where's my baby?" all the time. "Can I hold her?" They are so proud. I am too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJPJXr5gI/AAAAAAAACNQ/P1s67e4-rUM/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499538619534927362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJPJXr5gI/AAAAAAAACNQ/P1s67e4-rUM/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It'll be a week tomorrow. Time couldn't go fast enough trying to get her here, but now that she is here time is going way too quickly. Day 4 she woke up and already looked different. the newborn phase is almost gone already. Maybe it's just me, her mommy, but she's definitely not the newborn I held just days ago. It's all part of the fun of the experience I suppose. It's been wonderful. We are so blessed. &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/5580412007688239700-4788931082204741639?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/4788931082204741639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=4788931082204741639&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4788931082204741639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/4788931082204741639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/07/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!!'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TFJJQau2RGI/AAAAAAAACNo/NxGbjjQhoAQ/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6504486154847416597</id><published>2010-07-18T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:59:16.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and New</title><content type='html'>I kind of hate my infant car seat. It's the one we got with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; almost FIVE YEARS AGO! That blows me away. It works fine. It's pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; and beat up and heavy, but works. I can't really justify a new car seat to replace a perfectly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;functioning&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495334383781211762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZgatE7nI/AAAAAAAACNA/_oeNxqCZTLo/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495334387062030834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZgm7SQfI/AAAAAAAACNI/YKo9imppaWc/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZfdh8SLI/AAAAAAAACM4/cOYNDUPJR9A/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495334367359944882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZfdh8SLI/AAAAAAAACM4/cOYNDUPJR9A/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZe20oKxI/AAAAAAAACMw/LmJhRAPclVw/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495334356969335570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZe20oKxI/AAAAAAAACMw/LmJhRAPclVw/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided it's not a big deal, and then we got it out and put it in the car. Ugo's. I took matters into my own hands and made this "car seat canopy". That's what they call them here in Utah. I've been spotting them all over, and besides making a lot of sense it looks a lot better to me than the old car seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Not too many tips on a "bounce back" recovery from pregnancy and labor online, but I was told about one thing that I'm going to try. It's called the "belly bandit". It's a thick elastic contraption you strap around your loose guts and it holds it all in place. It's supposed to help your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uterus&lt;/span&gt; contract more effectively and let your tummy look flatter in the mean time. I got one, so we'll see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5580412007688239700-6504486154847416597?l=whatthesmiths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/feeds/6504486154847416597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5580412007688239700&amp;postID=6504486154847416597&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6504486154847416597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5580412007688239700/posts/default/6504486154847416597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatthesmiths.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-and-new.html' title='Old and New'/><author><name>Smiths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991109730730338114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iv69ymiq_FE/TWTYP6jLRUI/AAAAAAAAChI/yWZsU-JN1Ts/s220/Happy%2BHammock%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TENZgatE7nI/AAAAAAAACNA/_oeNxqCZTLo/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5580412007688239700.post-6669104971749492660</id><published>2010-07-14T22:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:15:34.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Water Babies</title><content type='html'>Swim lessons, fountains, streams. We can't get enough water these days. This is my first summer being sidelined during swimming lessons. I'm a sweaty beast and besides loving watching the kids play it's torture to just sit on the side. I realized that once baby comes I won't be able to get in the water for all of August. Yikes. At least the kids can have fun still while I'm recovering and I won't have the 20 lbs of extra body heat on anymore. Well, slowly it'll come off. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VUTj5dVI/AAAAAAAACMo/VkzHG3A_72o/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992771519346002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VUTj5dVI/AAAAAAAACMo/VkzHG3A_72o/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VUOZumWI/AAAAAAAACMg/WAYfSuFmByM/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992770134514018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VUOZumWI/AAAAAAAACMg/WAYfSuFmByM/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VTiQjbGI/AAAAAAAACMY/ypFyJBYdNAc/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992758284872802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VTiQjbGI/AAAAAAAACMY/ypFyJBYdNAc/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VS3Ht21I/AAAAAAAACMQ/nlXrZRgBJW4/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992746705083218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6VS3Ht21I/AAAAAAAACMQ/nlXrZRgBJW4/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6Ty9Aa3eI/AAAAAAAACMI/0Uv4mcQ23DQ/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493991099017649634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6Ty9Aa3eI/AAAAAAAACMI/0Uv4mcQ23DQ/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6TyYIR60I/AAAAAAAACMA/-4pohn65YpU/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493991089118505794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6TyYIR60I/AAAAAAAACMA/-4pohn65YpU/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6TyEq75mI/AAAAAAAACL4/fb4vY7rKbIE/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493991083895154274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6TyEq75mI/AAAAAAAACL4/fb4vY7rKbIE/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6TxoJf4mI/AAAAAAAACLw/V8_PEEoy5T4/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493991076238713442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0ibUNZtcMQ/TD6TxoJf4mI/AAAAAAAACLw/V8_PEEoy5T4/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along with all the anticipation I have waiting for baby, I'm feeling overwhelming love for my little ones, and not so little ones. I know our world i
