<?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-6601190478115495768</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:25:46.495-08:00</updated><category term='temple square'/><category term='playing in flour'/><category term='best western sleepover'/><category term='lagoon'/><category term='christmas morning'/><category term='aquarium'/><category term='halloween costume'/><category term='ky in drawer'/><category term='goodbye kindergarten'/><category term='thoms wedding'/><category term='ky with straight hair'/><category term='tub time'/><category term='family photos'/><category term='farm'/><category term='sunset days'/><category term='primary activity'/><category term='yummy icecream'/><title type='text'>our crazy piece of happiness</title><subtitle type='html'>"life is to be enjoyed, not just endured"-pres. gordon b hinckley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-190208106480937133</id><published>2010-07-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:26:05.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I swear God created bear lake just for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TEO1YTckrhI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/D9GF-Cj3ISw/s1600/100_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495435399463742994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TEO1YTckrhI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/D9GF-Cj3ISw/s320/100_3184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have i mentioned before how much i love bear lake. it is one of my favorite places ever. i love to take long camping trips there or even just a day trip...which is what this time was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is ky soakin' up some sun, water and most definately sand. i swear bear lake sand has a way of wiggling into every nook and cranny. we have been finding sand everywhere, for days now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TEO1YTckrhI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/D9GF-Cj3ISw/s1600/100_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that i am teaching my kids to have a love for this wonderful place too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TEO1YHqJwrI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/eD3vwAJYUto/s1600/100_3183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495435396299473586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TEO1YHqJwrI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/eD3vwAJYUto/s320/100_3183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wyatt and my mom have such a special bond. if "waha" (that is what wyatt calls my mom) is around then wyatt is glued to her. she loves all the attention he gives her though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wyatt was so proud of the sand castle that he and waha made "all by themselves". bear lake isn't the same without the building of a castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TEO1YTckrhI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/D9GF-Cj3ISw/s1600/100_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to go back in August. it will be fun. paxton wasn't at this trip because he was still at the cabin with grandma Jenny...shhh don't tell him we went, he will be awfully sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c7TKd4XI/AAAAAAAAA_A/MFRor1dqleU/s1600/100_3156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493790031776440690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c7TKd4XI/AAAAAAAAA_A/MFRor1dqleU/s320/100_3156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allans family has a cabin down in the Cedar Breaks area. it is so much fun. it had been a few years since me and my kiddos have been able to go. so this year we packed our bags and left all our cares and worries at home, and journeyed to "the Cabin".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was such great weather. i can remember being up here and being so freaking HOT. this year was still warm, but not unbearable, plus there was a nice breeze.&lt;br /&gt;here is me, ky and dub. (pax was on the water hike with all the big kids). we went on a nice hike up and aroung the cabin. it was a gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c63jmrsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/x9dZdtEgh64/s1600/100_3147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493790024365682370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c63jmrsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/x9dZdtEgh64/s320/100_3147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hike that even the smallest kids can do. we saw birds (even a couple of hawks), butterflies, chipmunks, and a very quick deer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its never a hike at the cabin if you don't take a picture on the "huge rock". i think i have a picture on this rock from every year at the cabin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3dyox46II/AAAAAAAAA_I/JMgdghvdUQU/s1600/100_3163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493790982471739522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3dyox46II/AAAAAAAAA_I/JMgdghvdUQU/s320/100_3163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not only is there hiking, but the most enjoyable thing for the kids is catching all the critters they can. they have all learned where the prime spots are for catching snakes, lizards and frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think that my boys would love doing this, but boy was i wrong!!! they would come back up the cabin 4 or 5 times a day covered in mud. finally i had to tell them they couldn't change their clothes anymore that day for fear that we were going to run out of clean ones before the week was done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't this beautiful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c63jmrsI/AAAAAAAAA-4/x9dZdtEgh64/s1600/100_3147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493790005845295458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s320/100_3144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t-dogg, p-rad, and g-money showing off there "huge" snakes they caught the first couple of days there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pax really wanted to keep his and bring it home as his pet, but i said no way! we made a deal that he could keep it as his pet the whole time we were at the cabin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493790017450064386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s320/100_3170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wyatt was getting in there with the rest of them. he didn't catch any snakes (he held them though), but he was so good at catching frogs...in fact he caught the biggest one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5YTyiLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U81COFAp7T4/s1600/100_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just had to keep reminding him to not squeeze it too much...i don't think he listened to me this time. poor little frog! i can tell you though that it did survive the taking of this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5YTyiLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U81COFAp7T4/s1600/100_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5YTyiLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U81COFAp7T4/s1600/100_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5YTyiLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U81COFAp7T4/s1600/100_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493789998797981874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5YTyiLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U81COFAp7T4/s320/100_3175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by the last day we were there ky started to get brave. here she is holding here very own snake. i was so proud. i didn't think there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was anyway she would hold one. goes to show what moms know huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;overall, we had a great trip, the kids loved it, i loved it (especially the late night games we adults played after the kids were in bed), and we are for sure going to go again next summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c6dyyugI/AAAAAAAAA-w/dImYSpFbmkM/s1600/100_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5YTyiLI/AAAAAAAAA-g/U81COFAp7T4/s1600/100_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c5ykAAWI/AAAAAAAAA-o/pF1AeCc9DEU/s1600/100_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-8043568592301567989?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8043568592301567989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8043568592301567989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8043568592301567989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8043568592301567989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/awwwe-fresh-air.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3c7TKd4XI/AAAAAAAAA_A/MFRor1dqleU/s72-c/100_3156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3828365701115326765</id><published>2010-07-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:31:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because we are proud....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZYZxquKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nm9skBpCAOc/s1600/100_3086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493786133721168034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZYZxquKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nm9skBpCAOc/s320/100_3086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....to be an American!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love love love the 4th of july. it is one of my favorite holidays. i love getting into the huge crowds of parades, firework and carnivals. what could be more american then that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year was especially fun because my sister and brother in law along with their two boys, came into town to spend the festivites with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the boys enjoying the clearfield city parade. we always go to either clearfields or riverdales parade because my dad was a firefighter for both cities for a lot of years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZX0W5dCI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/MCzwE0PJEdQ/s1600/100_3085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493786123676775458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZX0W5dCI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/MCzwE0PJEdQ/s320/100_3085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly enough, the weather was a bit chilly. i have never known a parade show that we had to wear jackets, but little ky was "breezing". my sister steph was sure enjoying the cool weather though...although she is 8 months pregnant, so any amount of cool air is appreciated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZX0W5dCI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/MCzwE0PJEdQ/s1600/100_3085.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZXVvI9wI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lGuBCitNxvw/s1600/100_3087.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZXVvI9wI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lGuBCitNxvw/s1600/100_3087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493786115456956162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZXVvI9wI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lGuBCitNxvw/s320/100_3087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my sister and brother in law. they are so much fun. we had a great vistit with them. i was sure wishin' that they could have stayed longer though. it has been a year since we have seen them and one week just wasn't 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&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZXVvI9wI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lGuBCitNxvw/s1600/100_3087.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&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZXVvI9wI/AAAAAAAAA-I/lGuBCitNxvw/s1600/100_3087.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/6601190478115495768-3828365701115326765?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3828365701115326765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3828365701115326765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3828365701115326765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3828365701115326765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-we-are-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3ZYZxquKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nm9skBpCAOc/s72-c/100_3086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1019623345191404579</id><published>2010-07-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:33:41.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;From Baby to &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3X3miSA7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/5evBoigU4q0/s1600/100_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493784470698984370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3X3miSA7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/5evBoigU4q0/s320/100_3008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ky is now 3. Man the time has gone by! one minute she wanted a binky and a sipper cup, and now she wants baby dolls and dress-ups. it just gets more and more fun with her...although it gets more and more dramatic as well. she is a fun girl and i love her so much, wouldn't trade a thing!&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/6601190478115495768-1019623345191404579?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1019623345191404579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1019623345191404579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1019623345191404579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1019623345191404579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-baby-to-big-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TD3X3miSA7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/5evBoigU4q0/s72-c/100_3008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7833240904301741087</id><published>2010-06-24T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:01:43.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PreSchool Graduation and last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here is wyatt at his graduation. it was so much fun. he had a really fun year and met so many new friends that he will go on to kindergarten with. i can't believe that he is going to be in elementary! wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGz3NYDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/t1H_tgjk6PA/s1600/100_2885.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486580731789271090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGz3NYDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/t1H_tgjk6PA/s320/100_2885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGQiqyBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ycpw3IHVuoE/s1600/100_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGQiqyBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ycpw3IHVuoE/s1600/100_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGQiqyBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ycpw3IHVuoE/s1600/100_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here is paxton and some of his friends @ field day. it was a fun filled day with relay races, chalk art, dancing and laughing. paxton loved first grade, he was sad to say goodbye to his friends...but especially his teacher. she was wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGQiqyBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ycpw3IHVuoE/s1600/100_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486580722307876882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGQiqyBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ycpw3IHVuoE/s320/100_2857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron, paxton, kyler and luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-7833240904301741087?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7833240904301741087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7833240904301741087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7833240904301741087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7833240904301741087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/06/preschool-and-last-day-of-school-here.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/TCRAGz3NYDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/t1H_tgjk6PA/s72-c/100_2885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6056911129697152589</id><published>2010-02-16T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:14:30.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Gotta love a good party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6L0CMw7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/EIciwR-F9vM/s1600-h/100_2604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439075318345024434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6L0CMw7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/EIciwR-F9vM/s320/100_2604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love any reason to celebrate, and this was the perfect reason to do just that...my mom's birthday. my grandma had the great idea to have everyone get together and go to a play for my mom's day, but you can't go out without dinner right??? el madador here we come! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6MIQHWnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FNfTDuEjnnE/s1600-h/100_2609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439075323772099186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6MIQHWnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/FNfTDuEjnnE/s320/100_2609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6LGiWvuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qc9G9n74sGU/s1600-h/100_2610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439075306131865314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6LGiWvuI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qc9G9n74sGU/s320/100_2610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6Koe1VXI/AAAAAAAAA9I/sm2zh9RwvsY/s1600-h/100_2608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439075298064029042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6Koe1VXI/AAAAAAAAA9I/sm2zh9RwvsY/s320/100_2608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6056911129697152589?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6056911129697152589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6056911129697152589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6056911129697152589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6056911129697152589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-love-good-party-i-love-any-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t6L0CMw7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/EIciwR-F9vM/s72-c/100_2604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6948251678406383508</id><published>2010-02-16T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:07:25.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello kitty never looked so &lt;strong&gt;good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t4c5aSxJI/AAAAAAAAA84/RaTbQAkEmwg/s1600-h/100_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439073412822779026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t4c5aSxJI/AAAAAAAAA84/RaTbQAkEmwg/s320/100_2601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t4GivWAjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/a5LAlrI03zc/s1600-h/100_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t4dZi2iRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/vCy_yAiwkpU/s1600-h/100_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439073421448612114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t4dZi2iRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/vCy_yAiwkpU/s320/100_2600.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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sweet little ky loves her big girl panties. i think she was just a little confused on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW &lt;/span&gt;exactly to wear them. don't worry though, we got her all straightened out. and the best part is...she is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt; potty trained, even at night. i am&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; thrilled&lt;/span&gt;. she was by far the easiest of my three kids!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6948251678406383508?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6948251678406383508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6948251678406383508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6948251678406383508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6948251678406383508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-kitty-never-looked-so-good-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3t4c5aSxJI/AAAAAAAAA84/RaTbQAkEmwg/s72-c/100_2601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5586313189550923049</id><published>2010-02-10T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:28:20.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                            my sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dubby&lt;/span&gt; is 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3OhXz0k_CI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-uUydMFEFn4/s1600-h/100_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436866605586119714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3OhXz0k_CI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-uUydMFEFn4/s320/100_2576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't believe that he is five...really? where has the time gone. at four was still my little boy, but at five he is now a big kid who will be starting school this fall. i am starting to feel like i need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; about all his cute, fun things he used to say and do. please tell me that the year of five is going to be fun and cute too!&lt;br /&gt;we had a really good time today with all of wyatt's celebrations. he had is first "friend" party. it was so cute. he wanted to go bowling. so up to weber state we went. can i just tell you what a deal it was...if you go on a week day between 3-5 it is happy hour and each game is only a $1.90 and then $1 to rent shoes. but if your kids are 9 and under the shoes are free. what a steal. it was so fun and the kids loved it. it was an easy enough party that he might be able to talk me into doing another one next year.&lt;br /&gt;i love dubby so much and am so grateful he is in my family. my life just wouldn't be complete without him. Happy birthday, Wyatt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5586313189550923049?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5586313189550923049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5586313189550923049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5586313189550923049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5586313189550923049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-sweet-dubby-is-5-i-cant-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S3OhXz0k_CI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-uUydMFEFn4/s72-c/100_2576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1992289217241840575</id><published>2010-01-28T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:33:02.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need your help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am in need of your yummy, mouth watering, delicious, tasty, savory recipes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am making a recipe binder for my cute sister in law that just got married in november. i have all my favorites that i have added and am lacking in the size of binder i would like to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i am giving a shout out to all of you chefs out there to share one of your fav's with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just leave your recipe in my comments or you can email me at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:stacyronnow@comcast.net"&gt;stacyronnow@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1992289217241840575?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1992289217241840575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1992289217241840575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1992289217241840575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1992289217241840575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-your-help.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4477689005616538731</id><published>2009-11-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:17:05.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better late right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry i am just getting around to posting our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; pictures. i can't believe how fast time is flying by. well let me just tell you...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt; was the mastermind behind these costumes this year. he wanted to be peter pan so bad for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; (which i was so for, his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alternative&lt;/span&gt; was a zombie, how would i have done that, besides i want him to stay cute for as long as i can get him to be). so once he decided, he informed paxton that he was going to be a pirate and to round out our peter pan characters, ky was to be tinkerbell. it turned out good and the kids has a great time. i am so proud of paxton for being such a good sport! not many big brothers would let their little brother pick out their costume! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405677041135149890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSoN9YY0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/qcKJC91_m_E/s320/100_2385.jpg" /&gt;                                                   Paxton aka "Captain Hook/pirate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405677032677876834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSnudApGI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nC7zIPWu3es/s320/100_2386.jpg" /&gt;                                                              Wyatt aka "Peter Pan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSnc8jJAI/AAAAAAAAA5g/nKhNCo44d6o/s1600/100_2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405677027978322946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSnc8jJAI/AAAAAAAAA5g/nKhNCo44d6o/s320/100_2387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Kysa aka "Tinkerbell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSnEx-1eI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/btj9TJqKtms/s1600/100_2384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405677021491549666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSnEx-1eI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/btj9TJqKtms/s320/100_2384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            One big Happy family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4477689005616538731?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4477689005616538731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4477689005616538731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4477689005616538731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4477689005616538731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-late-right-sorry-i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SwTSoN9YY0I/AAAAAAAAA5w/qcKJC91_m_E/s72-c/100_2385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-30871983140644155</id><published>2009-11-02T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:17:36.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witchespalooza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399699150101926898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-VxKfN0_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/oOZrAQC_koY/s320/100_2330.jpg" /&gt;we finally had our Witch party that was one year in the making...last year my mom came up this idea to have a witch party. she was so excited about it. so the planning begun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for our first annual party we decided to decorate witch hats. i wasn't so sure how it was going to go, but it was a total success. everyones hat turned out so cute and different. i was really happy with how mine turned out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399699138754972642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-VwgN5C-I/AAAAAAAAA5I/v3T-kQDWmNk/s320/100_2333.jpg" /&gt;here are the party planning people. my mom, me, steph, and kate. the party was so much fun, but the getting ready for it was just as much fun. what a great looking bunch of witches huh? it was fun to see what costumes everyone came in. i really liked mine. my wonderful mom helped me make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-VwQjIkDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/-VrVTi68w2Y/s1600-h/100_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399699134549102642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-VwQjIkDI/AAAAAAAAA5A/-VrVTi68w2Y/s320/100_2325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the three witchy sisters! me, steph, and kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-Vv4DZ3tI/AAAAAAAAA44/JHWh1eQ-j7I/s1600-h/100_2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399699127973568210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-Vv4DZ3tI/AAAAAAAAA44/JHWh1eQ-j7I/s320/100_2334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this picture isn't very good, but we all went to breakfast at midnight, dressrd in our witch costumes and newly decorated witch hats. it was so much fun. you should have seen how packed the resturant was. we had so many stares and questions of what 16 grown women were doing dressed as we were and at village inn no less! we had so many fun laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after eating we went back to my moms and had a sleepover. although we didn't really sleep. we ended up going to bed at about 3am! it has been a really long time since i have stayed up that late. when we woke up we ate homemade cinnamon rolls, chocolate milk and fruit...yum. but we can't forget the awards we gave out to each witch. everyone left with a "witch" themed gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait for next years party. it will be fun to see what fun and creative things my mom comes up with!&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/6601190478115495768-30871983140644155?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/30871983140644155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=30871983140644155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/30871983140644155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/30871983140644155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/witchespalooza.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-VxKfN0_I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/oOZrAQC_koY/s72-c/100_2330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-152285409843081448</id><published>2009-11-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:27:54.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mostly &lt;strong&gt;Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696242694198818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-TH7jMliI/AAAAAAAAA4w/stf5AmAvcBI/s320/100_2313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696234685898370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-THdt3noI/AAAAAAAAA4o/86GddP7omDQ/s320/100_2314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-TGojdclI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZkilcYdrt54/s1600-h/100_2315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696220415160914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-TGojdclI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZkilcYdrt54/s320/100_2315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is ky. she is a fun little girl. i am very glad she is mine, and this was one of those times when she reminds me just how lucky i am to be her mom. not always is she the sweet, charming ky that we know and love, but this day she gave me a sweet little gift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were having a great time watching paxton's soccer game and out of the blue ky jumps in my lap and says in her cute muttled two year old voice, "me duv you mom". talk about melting my heart. this was the first time she said she loved me without me have to pry, bribe, or tickle it out of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. i have mis-placed this jacket that she is wearing. if i happened to have left it at your home, would you kindly give me a call. thanks so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-152285409843081448?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/152285409843081448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=152285409843081448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/152285409843081448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/152285409843081448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/mostly-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su-TH7jMliI/AAAAAAAAA4w/stf5AmAvcBI/s72-c/100_2313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1687922132492327931</id><published>2009-11-01T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:22:28.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su55yf2x4vI/AAAAAAAAA4A/k81ofTIg7eA/s1600-h/100_2285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399386911715484402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su55yf2x4vI/AAAAAAAAA4A/k81ofTIg7eA/s320/100_2285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gardner&lt;/strong&gt; village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here we are at gardner village. it was during the wee-witches weekend...so much fun. we were getting some inspiration for our witch party that was to be held the next weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks girlys, i had a fantastic time and can't wait to do it again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictured above is: my sister steph, me, my mom becky and my grandma dixie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1687922132492327931?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1687922132492327931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1687922132492327931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1687922132492327931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1687922132492327931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/11/gardner-village-here-we-are-at-gardner.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Su55yf2x4vI/AAAAAAAAA4A/k81ofTIg7eA/s72-c/100_2285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-749694270347105904</id><published>2009-09-29T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:22:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love the fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387110638393031090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLclV8k-bI/AAAAAAAAA34/ZRSCULQes7Y/s320/100_2270.jpg" /&gt;i took this picture on our way home from bear lake. the trees were in full glory. it was so beautiful. i love the fall. why can't it last a little longer???&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/6601190478115495768-749694270347105904?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/749694270347105904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=749694270347105904' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/749694270347105904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/749694270347105904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLclV8k-bI/AAAAAAAAA34/ZRSCULQes7Y/s72-c/100_2270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-314628647004977504</id><published>2009-09-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:19:13.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;peach rasberry jam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year as peaches come into season, me, my mom and my sister get together and make this jam. it is sooooo good and is pretty easy to make! so i wanted to share. go ahead, give it a try with all those yummy peaches that you have been wondering what you are going to do with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**my moms jam&lt;/strong&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4c. smashed peaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4c. sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1pkg. frozen rasberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(you can used fresh, about 1 1/2 baskets)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- 3oz. pkg. strawberry jello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387105034357989858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLXfJSgYeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/83QnGiLHpYk/s320/100_2272.jpg" /&gt;first get yourself some peaches. i got this entire basket full and i ended up making about 8 batches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLXVZwFZ9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/zifKDKzn2E4/s1600-h/100_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104866978326482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLXVZwFZ9I/AAAAAAAAA3o/zifKDKzn2E4/s320/100_2271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next you need to take the skin off your peaches. this is a good tip i got from my friend kasie, get a pot of water boiling and drop your peaches in for about 30 seconds. take them out and let them cool just a bit. then the skins will slide right off! so much easier then to use a knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLXN3IdfHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8xc4W8Y1ZVI/s1600-h/100_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104737426242674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLXN3IdfHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/8xc4W8Y1ZVI/s320/100_2274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once you get the skins off, wash and cut in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWy4XvGJI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gqhy6pE643I/s1600-h/100_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387104273902278802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWy4XvGJI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gqhy6pE643I/s320/100_2275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; instead of smashing my peaches i put them in the blender and pushed the chop button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWergrmMI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3OdhphAGQfs/s1600-h/100_2277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387103926852753602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWergrmMI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3OdhphAGQfs/s320/100_2277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; put 4c. of the peaches, 4c. of sugar, and 1 pkg. of rasberries into a pot, stir altogether. bring to a boil, make sure to stir constantly. once it is boiling reduce the heat to med/low and cook for 25 minutes, stir occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWTRSdObI/AAAAAAAAA24/bOxLXkMecig/s1600-h/100_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387103730835208626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWTRSdObI/AAAAAAAAA24/bOxLXkMecig/s320/100_2278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after you have cooked the jam for the 25 minutes, take it off the heat and add the pkg of strawberry jello. stir it in and then pour into your containers. then plop those little babies into your freezer and use as needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWJYiGfSI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7qoD1yuLjEM/s1600-h/100_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387103560981183778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLWJYiGfSI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7qoD1yuLjEM/s320/100_2279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Volia! now you have a nice supply of homemade, yummy, fresh, peach rasberry jam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you enjoy! let me know if anyone tries it!&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/6601190478115495768-314628647004977504?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/314628647004977504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=314628647004977504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/314628647004977504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/314628647004977504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/peach-rasberry-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLXfJSgYeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/83QnGiLHpYk/s72-c/100_2272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6607608910086256911</id><published>2009-09-29T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:51:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bear lake -trip#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101409572293282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLUMJ6QCqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UdDEvz69pRk/s320/100_2240.jpg" /&gt;i love that my parents have a condo in bear lake, it is so much fun to take the weekend and go have some family fun. this trip to bear lake was focused on Halloween. we tie-dyed these pumpkin t-shirts. they were so much fun. the kids loved them. my kids wanted to wear them all three days we were up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLT_agij5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/taHpO3g7ETo/s1600-h/100_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101190689558418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLT_agij5I/AAAAAAAAA2g/taHpO3g7ETo/s320/100_2250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for dinner we make a "spooky" meal. this is a bloody monster foot created by Waha (my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLT-6EzisI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6o4exCx-Q_A/s1600-h/100_2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101181983296194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLT-6EzisI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/6o4exCx-Q_A/s320/100_2268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and of course it wouldn't be halloween without some creativly painted pumpkins. so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps- the downside of the trip...i freaking got stung by a bee. (or hornet, i am not sure) i had a allergic reaction and my arm swelled up and got a yucky raised welt on it. can i just tell you, it still hurts/itches, mind you this was three days ago. shouldn't it feel better by now?&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/6601190478115495768-6607608910086256911?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6607608910086256911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6607608910086256911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6607608910086256911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6607608910086256911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/bear-lake-trip2-i-love-that-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLUMJ6QCqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UdDEvz69pRk/s72-c/100_2240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-9094807679530419270</id><published>2009-09-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:39:34.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't mess with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387097470060002882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLQm2FU_kI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pCIrzJe9gmI/s320/100_2235.jpg" /&gt;paxton got invited to one of his friends birthday parties. it was a superhero/villian themed party. how fun for there little boys! they were supposed to come dressed up. paxton couldn't decide what he wanted to be. even up until the day of the party we were discussing it. so finally dad suggested "the hulk". paxton was so excited and i was all for it. we had everything except the green face paint, but with a quick trip to the halloween store we were set. pax wore a ripped up white tee and some of his little brothers shorts (to make them look small, and believe me, they were), some green face paint and some black hair dye (extra from last halloween), and volia! the hulk was reborn and in our kitchen no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLQmbby4oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZMd3b5fJUcg/s1600-h/100_2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387097462906479234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLQmbby4oI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZMd3b5fJUcg/s320/100_2237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i told him to give me a "mean" face, i think he looks more worried then mean, but what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-9094807679530419270?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9094807679530419270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=9094807679530419270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9094807679530419270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9094807679530419270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-mess-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLQm2FU_kI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pCIrzJe9gmI/s72-c/100_2235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-430473579636407452</id><published>2009-09-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:24:48.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;take me out to the ballgame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387094137781332018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLNk4YLqDI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vR-n7FJ4ahw/s320/100_2222.jpg" /&gt;go raptors, go! we had been planning on going to a baseball game all summer and finally we made it to the very last one! well we picked a good night to go, they were giving all kids 14 and younger a free bike helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLNkfmQDrI/AAAAAAAAA14/fH7nHZPtAOo/s1600-h/100_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387094131129454258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLNkfmQDrI/AAAAAAAAA14/fH7nHZPtAOo/s320/100_2224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is wyatt sporting his new helmet and waiting to catch a foul ball. he didn't end up catching one, but one of the dads we were with did, and being the nice guy he is, he gave it to wyatt. how exciting. wyatt was so happy, it totally made his night, that and the snowcone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLNjxJohAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/OqGOFCkjVFw/s1600-h/100_2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387094118661391362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLNjxJohAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/OqGOFCkjVFw/s320/100_2223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; say cheese. the kids loved their helmets and ended up wearing them just about the entire game. ky wanted to wear hers to bed until she learned how uncomfortable it is to lay down in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was such a fun, free, family night. we will for sure do it again!&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/6601190478115495768-430473579636407452?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/430473579636407452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=430473579636407452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/430473579636407452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/430473579636407452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLNk4YLqDI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vR-n7FJ4ahw/s72-c/100_2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8194005442974320438</id><published>2009-09-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:13:56.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;preschool rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089285438111778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLJKb_aACI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WZmCYuVFj4k/s320/100_2210.jpg" /&gt;wow, where does time go? my little dubby is in preschool. he was so excited and so ready to be in school.&lt;br /&gt;this year i decided to get involved in a neighborhood preschool. it has been so much fun. there are six kids and they rotate houses each week. and the moms are the teachers. wyatt thinks this is really cool, he always teases paxton that he has more teachers then him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089098593667506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLI_j8OCbI/AAAAAAAAA1g/VycGpKLEhP0/s320/100_2212.jpg" /&gt;wyatt and mia posing on their first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLI_BMUDMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/8qkGa1qbWYg/s1600-h/100_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089089265929410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLI_BMUDMI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/8qkGa1qbWYg/s320/100_2213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting ready to walk to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLI-qxNyII/AAAAAAAAA1Q/dyYWkh8N7Qk/s1600-h/100_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089083246692482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLI-qxNyII/AAAAAAAAA1Q/dyYWkh8N7Qk/s320/100_2209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't wyatt such a handsome boy...i just love him! sending wyatt to school has been a little bittersweet for me. i love that i have a little more freedom with only having ky at home, but dub is such a fun little boy. he is the first to want to play a game with me, first to give me a hug when i have had a hard day, first to help with the cooking, the first to fetch a band aide even with no blood in sight, the first to cheer anyone up with his selection of jokes. although, he is the first to get his feelings hurt, the first to get into the canister of sugar and eat it with a spoon, he is the first to tell me he doesn't want a bath, the first to get out of bed when it IS bed time, the first to flood our side room, the first to draw on the neighbors car (it was washable marker, thank heavens!),the first to cut his own hair. as active and energetic and mischevous as wyatt is i love having him at home with me. but he is a big boy now and he reminds me everyday!&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/6601190478115495768-8194005442974320438?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8194005442974320438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8194005442974320438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8194005442974320438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8194005442974320438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool-rocks-wow-where-does-time-go.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLJKb_aACI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WZmCYuVFj4k/s72-c/100_2210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3017594334295875099</id><published>2009-09-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:53:47.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;isn't the imagination amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387085886836911730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLGEnNvLnI/AAAAAAAAA1I/neDV1MU8oo4/s320/100_2150.jpg" /&gt;the treehouse is such fun place for my kids to explore. we hadn't been in a while and got an invite from some friends to go with them. of course we jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture with wyatt and his "girlfriend," maddie. she is such a cute girl. wyatt really likes her. infact she was wyatts "first kiss". what a little stud i have on my hands! maddie and wyatt go to preschool together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387085881375710210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLGES3r3AI/AAAAAAAAA1A/GP4BR1mLQVw/s320/100_2135.jpg" /&gt;there was so many new things this time we went. one of them was the wild wild west. the kids loved it. there was even horses that they got to ride. of course they had to get in the cowboy/cowgirl get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387085875789115714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLGD-DvMUI/AAAAAAAAA04/XsRC7JJORHY/s320/100_2133.jpg" /&gt;wyatt named his horse bullet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLGDWXs6PI/AAAAAAAAA0w/M8DW2e3ZyLQ/s1600-h/100_2132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387085865135433970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLGDWXs6PI/AAAAAAAAA0w/M8DW2e3ZyLQ/s320/100_2132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; giddy up, little cowgirl! &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/6601190478115495768-3017594334295875099?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3017594334295875099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3017594334295875099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3017594334295875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3017594334295875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-imagination-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLGEnNvLnI/AAAAAAAAA1I/neDV1MU8oo4/s72-c/100_2150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-426431267366326378</id><published>2009-09-29T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:39:57.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Its what fun is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLCh9-X_5I/AAAAAAAAA0g/9OQnLaqkgjU/s1600-h/000_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387082253610872642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLCxIZJb0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/EWAhVS0UEUk/s320/000_0075.jpg" /&gt;we love lagoon. we try to buy season passes each year and this one was no different, although we haven't went as much as we would have liked this year! oh well live and learn huh? we had a great time on this day. wyatt was feeling especially brave and decided to go on his first roller coaster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bat...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLChbS_SyI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/G3pWvHLOjt8/s1600-h/000_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081983807408930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLChbS_SyI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/G3pWvHLOjt8/s320/000_0074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seriously i can't believe my little boy is big enough to ride this ride. at the beginning of the summer we had measured him to see if he would be tall enough for the ride and he wasn't...what did summer do to my little boy. he is tall enough now! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wyatt loved the ride. i don't think that we will go to lagoon again without wyatt going on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"the bat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-426431267366326378?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/426431267366326378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=426431267366326378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/426431267366326378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/426431267366326378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-what-fun-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SsLCxIZJb0I/AAAAAAAAA0o/EWAhVS0UEUk/s72-c/000_0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8596598248244180638</id><published>2009-08-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:44:38.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;minnetonka cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;while we were up at bear lake we decided to do something that i hadn't done in years. we went to minnetonka cave. my kids had never been before and i remember loving to go here when i was a kid. well, can i just tell you that i didn't remember the hike being so steep. i kinda got a little bit of anxiety while inside. it is a good thing i had my family there to help me with all my little ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373320938491994018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe7Kr736I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8_KBzJaXOWs/s320/100_1865.jpg" /&gt;here are all the kids with papa perry and uncle nate. this is when we were walking on the trail to get to the cave. we saw some cute little squirels. the kids would put some peanuts in their hands and the squirels would come right up and sit in your hand and eat. it was so much fun. i wish that i would have taken a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373320934427433794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe67i3m0I/AAAAAAAAA0I/KPTTglgZ6pM/s320/100_1867.jpg" /&gt;steph was such a lifesaver. ky was a little nervous inside the cave and so steph ended up carrying her most of the way. although i did help a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe6A5Uc3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/AruJ0RQxWys/s1600-h/100_1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373320918683906930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe6A5Uc3I/AAAAAAAAA0A/AruJ0RQxWys/s320/100_1878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is when we got to the very back of the cave. they called this the bridal room. when you get here, they turned off all the lights to show everyone just how black pitch black really is. it was kind of a weird feeling not to be able to see your own hand in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe5jpAxkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/w72B46viK-g/s1600-h/100_1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373320910830880322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe5jpAxkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/w72B46viK-g/s320/100_1880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the only stalagmite (sp?, i am not sure this is exactly what it was, but i think so) that you can touch. the oils on your skin turn them black. i thought that it was going to be wet and really rock feeling, but it as satiny smooth and dry. it was really neat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe5JsIBYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/n3wNGPyD11w/s1600-h/100_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373320903864616322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe5JsIBYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/n3wNGPyD11w/s320/100_1893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, we finally made it out of the cave. it was 444 steps in and 444 steps out. the kids did so good, i was really proud of them. there were just a couple of places that i got a little nervous with my kids, but they were oblivious. so much fun. if any of you get a chance to go, do it!&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/6601190478115495768-8596598248244180638?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8596598248244180638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8596598248244180638' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8596598248244180638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8596598248244180638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/minnetonka-cave-while-we-were-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHe7Kr736I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/8_KBzJaXOWs/s72-c/100_1865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4767666043724834822</id><published>2009-08-23T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:24:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love bear lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we go every year with my family to bear lake, and we always have a wonderful time. normally we don't go until later in the fall, but this year we were able to get the condo in june. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373316164153983874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHalQ5DQ4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/D_lqKyQda6k/s320/100_1864.jpg" /&gt;Who needs swimming in the lake when we can just fill up the tub. here are all the little crazies after a long day at the beach. you should have seen all the sand and sea shells that came out of four little swimming suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373316152925108370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHaknD4OJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Ea6jc8ACxlM/s320/100_1856.jpg" /&gt;paxton is getting so good in the water. this has been his year for being really daring and full of courage. normally i still put a life jacket on him, but we had a great spot at the beach this year that were like little mini ponds of nice warm water. it was so perfect for the kids. they kept saying it was their "hot tub".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHakF7M02I/AAAAAAAAAzY/McfRwPnM_q4/s1600-h/100_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373316144030339938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHakF7M02I/AAAAAAAAAzY/McfRwPnM_q4/s320/100_1854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dubby too loves loves loves the water. he was pretty excited this day because his cousin kade had brought up a pair of brand new swim trunks that didn't fit him and gave them to dubby. he was so excited. they were sponge bob, can't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHajuCoKYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Qu439jU9GqM/s1600-h/100_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373316137619040642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHajuCoKYI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Qu439jU9GqM/s320/100_1858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ky freaks me out around water, she is so daring. you have to always have an eye on her because she will jump in to any amount of water. that is another reason why this spot was fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHajED_zWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/j1MnAlEX27k/s1600-h/100_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373316126350495074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHajED_zWI/AAAAAAAAAzI/j1MnAlEX27k/s320/100_1840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt stephy bought all the boys these matching swim shirts. they loved them and were so excited they they all matched. thanks steph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well bear lake was wonderful. we had great weather and great fun. i can't wait until we go back in september!&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/6601190478115495768-4767666043724834822?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4767666043724834822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4767666043724834822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4767666043724834822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4767666043724834822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-love-bear-lake-we-go-every-year-with.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SpHalQ5DQ4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/D_lqKyQda6k/s72-c/100_1864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8199665644938544965</id><published>2009-07-15T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:32:36.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My baby isn't so much a baby anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358830305863330642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5jxViU61I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6tWXYZ6PFeE/s320/100_2925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gosh, this seems like it was only yesterday. me at the hospital getting all strapped up to machines, drips and all sorts of pleasant things. it was all worth it. look at this beautiful, sweet, little girl. she was the best prize at the end of a long 9months. just look see for yourself....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358830311260036674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5jxppAHkI/AAAAAAAAAyY/hGeP90Q2atc/s320/100_2952.jpg" /&gt;ky was such a fun baby. i loved every minute of it. she has been the dream little girl. she loves to have her hair done and be dressed all up.  look at that head of hair she came home with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358829467032467874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5jAgpduaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bKW-IiC6lL0/s320/100_1813.jpg" /&gt;my little one is now two. she turned two on the 28th of june. (sorry i know i am behind again.) isn't this the cutest cake you have ever seen. one of my most tallented cousins...mindy, made it for us. it tasted as wonderful as it looked. thanks so much min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358829459946641314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5jAGQEl6I/AAAAAAAAAyA/6jlt7OilfxM/s320/100_1811.jpg" /&gt;getting ready to "spit" on some candles. ky is just learning the right way to blow out candles. she sometimes tends to leave some "special extras" after the blowing is done. it was pretty cute, this year instead of dousing the flames, she simply licked them. what a nut. she was shocked that they were HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5i_8An95I/AAAAAAAAAx4/VU8WU1w5kAM/s1600-h/100_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358829457197496210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5i_8An95I/AAAAAAAAAx4/VU8WU1w5kAM/s320/100_1792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opening some of her loot. she had a great time and got all the best things little girls need. she got high heels, a pink princess chair, purses, tutus, new big girl panties (have yet to try and potty train, but we have the supplys for when we are ready), a potty, and big girl bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5i_vRaitI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZxOCQMEw2sU/s1600-h/100_1789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358829453778258642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5i_vRaitI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ZxOCQMEw2sU/s320/100_1789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry it is side-ways. ky showing off her new heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5i_A3ncRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6Y0RfYAFzIA/s1600-h/100_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358829441322021138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5i_A3ncRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6Y0RfYAFzIA/s320/100_1788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was a great birthday. thanks to everyone who came and celebrated with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday day baby girl, i know you are not so much a baby anymore, but you will always me my baby girl. we love you and are so glad you are a part of our family&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/6601190478115495768-8199665644938544965?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8199665644938544965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8199665644938544965' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8199665644938544965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8199665644938544965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-baby-isnt-so-much-baby-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sl5jxViU61I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6tWXYZ6PFeE/s72-c/100_2925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-323112140480131820</id><published>2009-06-24T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:41:43.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South Ogden days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133278628488642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLXYpsJcI/AAAAAAAAAxg/12HHsCFLuLQ/s320/100_1785.jpg" /&gt; we went to the south ogden parade today. it was a ton of fun. i can't believe how many people were there this year! (above) ky and her cousin josh were having a great time. everytime a piece of candy was thrown they would run and pick it up with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; look. they were facinated that people would throw away perfectly good candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133092732982578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLMkIv1TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/bsX-jrjgpn8/s320/100_1786.jpg" /&gt;lets see how many pieces of candy we can get in our mouths while mom isn't looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLMSIGoBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yXwcYI0qza0/s1600-h/100_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133087898443794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLMSIGoBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yXwcYI0qza0/s320/100_1783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute boys. they were so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sweet&lt;/span&gt;. there was a little boy next to them that everytime he went to pick up some candy someone would snatch it right before he could. so paxton and wyatt would get a piece for them and then a piece for him. such sweeties huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLLsxVSyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DIS20zpEBHY/s1600-h/100_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133077870824226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLLsxVSyI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DIS20zpEBHY/s320/100_1784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;following the rules!&lt;/span&gt; a police officer came by telling everyone that they had to be back by the curb. so the kids did what they were told. it is too bad that they don't listen to me that well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLLSdr5kI/AAAAAAAAAw4/axYTbocKv70/s1600-h/100_1787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133070809097794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLLSdr5kI/AAAAAAAAAw4/axYTbocKv70/s320/100_1787.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin robyn saved us a place on the street. so it was fun that we got to spend the evening with her cute family. they are so nice and welcoming to everyone. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks so much&lt;/span&gt; robyn, we had a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; time!&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/6601190478115495768-323112140480131820?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/323112140480131820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=323112140480131820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/323112140480131820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/323112140480131820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/south-ogden-days.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMLXYpsJcI/AAAAAAAAAxg/12HHsCFLuLQ/s72-c/100_1785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4530424617561929951</id><published>2009-06-24T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:26:01.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sweet Shades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131188336416482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMJdttOVuI/AAAAAAAAAww/mQ6APhk3H7k/s320/100_1780.jpg" /&gt;ky loves her dora sunglasses. it doesn't matter what time of day (or night) it is. she LOVES them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351131184269749602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMJdejp7WI/AAAAAAAAAwo/A-A0gXntZ_Y/s320/100_1782.jpg" /&gt;this is kysa's classic "cheese" smile. i love it! although sometimes it would be nice to have a picture of her big, beautiful brown eyes open. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4530424617561929951?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4530424617561929951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4530424617561929951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4530424617561929951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4530424617561929951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-shades.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SkMJdttOVuI/AAAAAAAAAww/mQ6APhk3H7k/s72-c/100_1780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4712268756330755420</id><published>2009-06-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:19:31.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;/span&gt; there are a ton of posts. i know i have been a slacker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4712268756330755420?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4712268756330755420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4712268756330755420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4712268756330755420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4712268756330755420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/warning-there-are-ton-of-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-2867906420219460872</id><published>2009-06-21T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:18:08.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vegas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349997619147966594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CfTaACII/AAAAAAAAAwg/KXA3WB8CaDM/s320/100_1752.jpg" /&gt;I had such a great time in vegas with allans family. they were so nice to invite me to tag along with them.  here we are at the cheesecake factory in cesars palace. i had never been there and lieren said it was great and i had to try it. she was right. it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349997618156887282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CfPttXPI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_To65wRs0T8/s320/100_1753.jpg" /&gt;mary, me and des. after a long day at the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8Ce9vp-vI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Xq__QgRTa14/s1600-h/100_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349997613333215986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8Ce9vp-vI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Xq__QgRTa14/s320/100_1751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, lieren and chan. this is in front of a really cool aquarium. i know you can't tell but it was really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CeZH072I/AAAAAAAAAwI/OnY1Pzd3XW0/s1600-h/100_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349997603502485346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CeZH072I/AAAAAAAAAwI/OnY1Pzd3XW0/s320/100_1757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a girl at the hair show. she has some really awesome hair. it was all done with just some hairspray and a flat iron.  needless to say i bought some of the hairspray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CeCmkm1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/u7_Y9ZW0ULw/s1600-h/100_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349997597457423186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CeCmkm1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/u7_Y9ZW0ULw/s320/100_1755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going home from dinner!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***thanks so much mary, lieren, chandler and des, for a wonderful time in vegas. i am so glad that i got to know all of you. some of you for the first time. you have such a great family. i was really nervous about going in the beginning, but i am so glad that i went. mary, i got to know you so much better that i would not have been able to do had i not gone on this trip, you are amazing. thank you so much. lieren, what a spunky little thing you are. it was so much fun with you, especially during the long drives to and from. i know we are always going to be friends. des, you are so fun. thanks so much for spending that first day at the shows with me. thank you for making me feel so welcome and making sure i had a bed to sleep on :) i feel like i have known you forever.  i hope that we are able so stay in touch. you guys are the best, thanks again!&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/6601190478115495768-2867906420219460872?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2867906420219460872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=2867906420219460872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/2867906420219460872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/2867906420219460872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegas-i-had-such-great-time-in-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj8CfTaACII/AAAAAAAAAwg/KXA3WB8CaDM/s72-c/100_1752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-9151189898746050824</id><published>2009-06-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:58:57.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lieren and chandler Pearson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991725941885826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj79IRgLi4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBVupYR-1cA/s320/100_1691.jpg" /&gt;so this is allans cousin lieren and her husband chandler. i know that i mentioned that i had just met them at ricks wedding the week before this. chandler and lier had gotten married in st. george, but this is the reception that  they had in chandlers hometown of huntington, utah. so let me back up my story. back at ricks (my brother in law) wedding lieren and her mom invited me to go to vegas with them. i was able to work it out that i was able to go. but before we went to vegas we made a stop in huntington to have THIS reception. it was so beautiful. chandlers dad and mom have a beautiful back yard where the reception was held. what a fantastic looking couple don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991541245899506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj789hdOcvI/AAAAAAAAAvw/rMWd8dBcy5A/s320/100_1714.jpg" /&gt;this is des, she is another one of allans cousins that i had never met. we totally hit it off. and spent a lot of time together in vegas. she is sisters with lieren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj789f2FAII/AAAAAAAAAvo/pL_qInm68e0/s1600-h/100_1699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991540813267074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj789f2FAII/AAAAAAAAAvo/pL_qInm68e0/s320/100_1699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cutting the cake. lieren was saying that she and chandler were so nice to eachother at their first reception and didn't smash cake onto each others faces, but she was a little more fiesty this time and they weren't so nice. it wasn't too bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj789PLkRsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ra0kMFwSgAw/s1600-h/100_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991536339994306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj789PLkRsI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ra0kMFwSgAw/s320/100_1690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is sierra and two of her three girls. dawn and eva. they are so adorable. the last time i saw sierra was at allan and i's wedding 7 1/2 years ago, dawn was about 18months old then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78i6u8z2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/-2o9JTUAOqs/s1600-h/100_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991084174659426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78i6u8z2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/-2o9JTUAOqs/s320/100_1694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; des and her husband zeke. he was so nice and friendly from the get go. making me feel so welcome. i was so glad that i got to meet them. they are such a fun couple.  hopefully it won't be too long until we get to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78iVJ0zzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8dwr3sUTjpo/s1600-h/100_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991074086833970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78iVJ0zzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/8dwr3sUTjpo/s320/100_1695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt mary and antonio. he works for mary at her skin school in st. george. antonio went to vegas with us as well. he was a ton of fun! isn't mary such a beautiful woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78iBTOseI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FBBxuQhiRNc/s1600-h/100_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991068757570018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78iBTOseI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FBBxuQhiRNc/s320/100_1714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and des taking pictures of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78hn08PjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/96ZaDwM84nE/s1600-h/100_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991061919645234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78hn08PjI/AAAAAAAAAvA/96ZaDwM84nE/s320/100_1712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eva giving the bride a little smooch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78hX8Zm2I/AAAAAAAAAu4/hbxH3ik6K90/s1600-h/100_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991057655962466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj78hX8Zm2I/AAAAAAAAAu4/hbxH3ik6K90/s320/100_1704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls. lierens colors were a plum color and gold. it was beautiful. des' husband zeke and sierra (the one in the glasses) did all the decorations. they did a fantastic job.&lt;br /&gt;*desi *Lieren *Sierra *brooklyn (sierras other daughter) and *aunt mary&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/6601190478115495768-9151189898746050824?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9151189898746050824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=9151189898746050824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9151189898746050824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9151189898746050824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lieren-and-chandler-pearson-so-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj79IRgLi4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/aBVupYR-1cA/s72-c/100_1691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4251952039437919287</id><published>2009-06-21T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:30:30.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Ronnow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349983580680258210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71uKCegqI/AAAAAAAAAug/h2Es6QulS2s/s320/100_1665.jpg" /&gt;allans little brother got married a couple of weeks ago. the wedding was so nice. they had it at the botanical gardens in ogden. we are so excited for Rick and abby. she is such a cute girl, and we are excited to have her in our family! congrats again you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349983577337213330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71t9lbsZI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XG2VEEDCeSc/s320/100_1659.jpg" /&gt; rick and abby had dancing at their wedding so it was fun to get nice and cozy with my hubby. we don't get very many chances to dance with eachother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349983569397548322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71tgAeBSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/GqGE8Vi0DQM/s320/100_1656.jpg" /&gt;my cute kids posing for me. can you believe it? they are all looking at the camera and smiling...too bad the picture had to be alittle blury! oh well, that is how it goes isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349984697762258418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj72vLflHfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/01BWj5ODOyA/s320/100_1655.jpg" /&gt;this was the night before bekkie moved back to oklahoma. it was a sad time for me. bekkie and i have become so close in the 2+ years that she and her family have lived here in Utah. i am sure going to miss you both bek and joey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349984708759171922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj72v0dcs1I/AAAAAAAAAuw/9bBYLyf3-Y0/s320/100_1666.jpg" /&gt; this picture wasn't actually taken at the wedding, but the wedding is the reason that carrie and gary came out from arizona to stay with us. i can't believe that i didn't snap a picture of them at actual event. carrie looked so pretty! i am so glad that they were able to come and stay with us. we love it when they are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349983562413333154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71tF_TWqI/AAAAAAAAAuI/w4wUtcrM46Y/s320/100_1648.jpg" /&gt;this is allans aunt mary, his dad allan and his grandma ronnow. mary and grandma live in st. george. it was fun to visit with them at the wedding. in the seven and a half years that allan and i have been married grandma hasn't ever been out this way (to ogden) so this was a really cool thing to have them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71szpUo5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/09GPMZ0hY40/s1600-h/100_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349983557489304466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71szpUo5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/09GPMZ0hY40/s320/100_1649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is allan's cousin lieren and her new husband chandler. they just got married about a month and a half ago. this is the first time that i met lieren. i know what you are thinking, "you have never met your husbands cousins?" i know, i thought the same thing. but we had a great time getting to know eachother. she and her mom, mary invited me to go to vegas with them to the hairshow. (see next couple of posts).  how nice of them huh? lieren and chandler live in provo, but are moving in august to hawaii. lucky ducks. Chandler got a scholarship to play basketball for a school there. they are going to have such a great time. what a fun couple these two are, you could totally see how in love with eachother they are...oh, to be young and in love...those were the 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/6601190478115495768-4251952039437919287?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4251952039437919287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4251952039437919287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4251952039437919287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4251952039437919287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj71uKCegqI/AAAAAAAAAug/h2Es6QulS2s/s72-c/100_1665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7348921098977811181</id><published>2009-06-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:05:03.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a great way to start summer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349981748004184002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70Deyc38I/AAAAAAAAAt4/VpVzB_14hsI/s320/100_1642.jpg" /&gt;we went with some of our friends to their grandmas pool in riverdale. it was so much fun. the kids loved it. they paddled around for hours and hours. but the best part was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349981742323227058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70DJoAWbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LekaUB0zie8/s320/100_1638.jpg" /&gt;the slide. wyatt would only go down if i was at the bottom to catch him, but paxton was brave and went all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70C3dXiII/AAAAAAAAAto/gvX0G-rA9j4/s1600-h/100_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349981737446770818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70C3dXiII/AAAAAAAAAto/gvX0G-rA9j4/s320/100_1635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70CvZrR3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/U0ZryHNpLO0/s1600-h/100_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349981735283804018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70CvZrR3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/U0ZryHNpLO0/s320/100_1640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70CBB9gUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/j_yWKM1GXCc/s1600-h/100_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349981722836304194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70CBB9gUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/j_yWKM1GXCc/s320/100_1639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kysa&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/6601190478115495768-7348921098977811181?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7348921098977811181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7348921098977811181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7348921098977811181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7348921098977811181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-great-way-to-start-summer-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj70Deyc38I/AAAAAAAAAt4/VpVzB_14hsI/s72-c/100_1642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5080527540318082372</id><published>2009-06-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:57:59.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349979885012247794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7yXCmj5PI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Yog5IxoWOhY/s320/100_1618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go tigers, GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349979881410866450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7yW1L7LRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mlcBYGd6sLI/s320/100_1634.jpg" /&gt;paxton had such a great time playing soccer this year. it was his second year and i think that the rules and concept of the game finally started to click with him this year! he can't wait to start again this fall. we signed wyatt up for fall soccer as well...that should be interesting!&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/6601190478115495768-5080527540318082372?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5080527540318082372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5080527540318082372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5080527540318082372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5080527540318082372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-tigers-go-paxton-had-such-great-time.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7yXCmj5PI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Yog5IxoWOhY/s72-c/100_1618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5364830946566296802</id><published>2009-06-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:52:31.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye kindergarten'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;farwell to kindergarten...yea!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;paxton is done with kindergarten. it was kind of a bittersweet time for him (and me). i wasn't totally in love with paxtons teacher this year, but he loved kindergarten! so that is all that matters right. he was a little confused and upset that he didn't get to go right to first grade. he was not looking forward to summer break. i told him that won't always be the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349977788892533922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7wdB8rVKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ng9w6G-DJWo/s320/100_1589.jpg" /&gt;this is one of the little girls that had a crush on paxton. her name is callie. she is so cute. she invited paxton to come over to her house, and he had a great time. hopefully they will be in the same class again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976126185231090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7u8P4XUvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K3LHVVSfQGE/s320/100_1580.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; paxton's end of the year program. it was so darling. they showed off some of the things that they learned this year and sang some really cute songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976119923413250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7u74jbkQI/AAAAAAAAAso/mk5yd-HtwHs/s320/100_1587.jpg" /&gt;paxton and his teacher, Ms. Purdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7u7nHXrlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aPsuLXucQWA/s1600-h/100_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349976115242315346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7u7nHXrlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/aPsuLXucQWA/s320/100_1588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my cute, little, soon to be, firstgrader! wow, time flies. i can't believe that i am going to have a first grader!&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/6601190478115495768-5364830946566296802?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5364830946566296802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5364830946566296802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5364830946566296802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5364830946566296802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/06/farwell-to-kindergarten.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sj7wdB8rVKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Ng9w6G-DJWo/s72-c/100_1589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7437812138466626020</id><published>2009-05-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:45:22.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Old MacDonald had a farm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been meaning to post these pictures for a while now...like since easter weekend! ooops. oh well now is better then never, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331339472641678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy5APPTWxI/AAAAAAAAAr4/LEIHY8y1RG0/s320/100_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it has become a tradition in my family to go to the american west heritage center in Cache Valley during the weekend of easter. they have "baby animal day." it is so much fun. they have all kinds of animals that the kids get to hold. some of my kids' favorites were: baby cows, chicks, ducklings, bunnys and goats.  in this picture above, ky was not really excited about having a duckling in her lap. it was funny. the first times we came here with the boys they acted the same way. it is amazing what a year or two will do for the courage factor. they want to hold everything and multiple times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4_pcv6YI/AAAAAAAAArw/0_6WYjhHeYk/s1600-h/100_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331339462497528194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4_pcv6YI/AAAAAAAAArw/0_6WYjhHeYk/s320/100_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is ky looking at a baby goat. the goat was just at fasinated by ky as she was of it. when my mom put the goat down it kept following ky. that kinda freaked her out. i had a good laugh though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4_Qn7mEI/AAAAAAAAAro/PG3XXYwct1E/s1600-h/100_1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331339455833544770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4_Qn7mEI/AAAAAAAAAro/PG3XXYwct1E/s320/100_1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the farm they have tons of old farm equipment, most of it they have restored. it is one of wyatts favorite things to do at the farm...climb and inspect all the tractors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4_I7kPZI/AAAAAAAAArg/JedmYfuTF_g/s1600-h/100_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331339453768416658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4_I7kPZI/AAAAAAAAArg/JedmYfuTF_g/s320/100_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ky was perfectly content to "look" at the animals, but the minute we put one in her hands she would cry. i can't wait for next year to see if she will hold them on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4R86FVJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/BqMmYyOWBa8/s1600-h/100_1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331338677446857874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4R86FVJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/BqMmYyOWBa8/s320/100_1429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the ducklings were so cute. and their little quacking was so fun. they are set up so nice at the farm. they build little benches in a U shape and they have groups of kids come and sit down and hold an animal. it was so well organized. it gets better and better every year. every once in a while the workers would rotate the animals out for a "fresh batch." i can imagine that some of the animals don't make it from all the chubby little hands that hold them...kinda sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4RgClIYI/AAAAAAAAArI/9vDRvipZiWU/s1600-h/100_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331338669697868162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4RgClIYI/AAAAAAAAArI/9vDRvipZiWU/s320/100_1403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wyatt loved this bunny. he would have sat and held it the entire time. the workers put them in these little hats to help the small kids hold onto them. the boys wanted a bunny so bad, so being the good mom that i am i called their dad to see if that would be okay. well no surprise there he said that he thought it would be a bad idea. so really i made allan be the bad guy. i did save the day by getting them two african dwarf frogs. they are so cute, and amazingly enough they are still alive. paxton named his jack and wyatts is lightening! i think it was a good choice. the frogs are so much easier to take care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4Rdgy-0I/AAAAAAAAArA/r068Fo5NYVc/s1600-h/100_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331338669019298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4Rdgy-0I/AAAAAAAAArA/r068Fo5NYVc/s320/100_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bunny that paxton is holding is the one we were debating getting. it was the cutest of all of them. cute little boys.   -Paxton -Wyatt and -Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4RH8Hv_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8jvkig1qKz0/s1600-h/100_1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331338663228325874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy4RH8Hv_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8jvkig1qKz0/s320/100_1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here we are in front of the big old barn. we had such a great time. we had a great bbq lunch with homemade rootbeer and fresh grilled corn. that was kys favorite. she ate two all by herself. the boys got to shoot a bow and arrow and throw and tomahawk (sp?). we went on a fun nature scavenger hunt and went on a wagon ride. it was such a great day. we didn't have any rain which is unusual, the last couple of years were wet! this has been such a fun family tradition. i love it, and can't wait to go again next year!&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/6601190478115495768-7437812138466626020?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7437812138466626020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7437812138466626020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7437812138466626020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7437812138466626020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-macdonald-had-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sfy5APPTWxI/AAAAAAAAAr4/LEIHY8y1RG0/s72-c/100_1428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-899308935465249980</id><published>2009-04-14T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:42:01.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Run, run...who can get the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324781318492415810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsZbNgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/4sBP54kO3cI/s320/100_1477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't you just love easter? we had such a great time! we went to my parents house after church for dinner and then the traditional candy hunt. can i just tell you what a loot the kids got. i think that my mom went a little over board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsZBVojjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ObHSrqXY5aY/s1600-h/100_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324781311547182642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsZBVojjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ObHSrqXY5aY/s320/100_1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i think that i have decided to have a talk with the easter bunny. between saturdays easter hunts and sundays hunts. my kid have sooooo much candy. so much that it is going to go bad before it gets eaten. so what i have decided to chat about with the bunny is this. next year, he is going to bring eggs filled with money. just change...quarters, dimes, nickels and maybe some pennies. you know just the amount that the easter bunny would spend on treats. then the kids can go to the store and buy a prize. we will still do the hunts on saturday and then just the one sunday with my parents, but our house hunt will contain NO MORE CANDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsYxR-_9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/IJY1B_U-yxc/s1600-h/100_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324781307236909010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsYxR-_9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/IJY1B_U-yxc/s320/100_1472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the kids hauled @$*! to get to the candy first. it was so much fun. we went to a little wooded a&lt;br /&gt;rea across the street from my parents. it was perfect. so many places to find candy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsYnDYEuI/AAAAAAAAAqY/hWEl0_zm7f0/s1600-h/100_1483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324781304491283170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsYnDYEuI/AAAAAAAAAqY/hWEl0_zm7f0/s320/100_1483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; this year ky really got into the hunting. she learned quickly what she was supposed to do. and let me tell you she got right in there with the big kids. she really held her own too. i think that she made out with the most in her bucket (before it got divided) because everyone thought that they needed to help her. boy did she have them fooled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsYRPQraI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jz0vYbMmdng/s1600-h/100_1481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324781298635550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsYRPQraI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jz0vYbMmdng/s320/100_1481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we hope that you and your families all had a fantastic easter.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-899308935465249980?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/899308935465249980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=899308935465249980' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/899308935465249980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/899308935465249980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-run.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVsZbNgZ0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/4sBP54kO3cI/s72-c/100_1477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5800808545702950944</id><published>2009-04-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:07:45.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;a low key easter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324779064928272658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVqWQB8gRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/f-Yp787MZCg/s320/100_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so normally i go all out and try to find the cutest easter dress i can. this process usually takes weeks and then to find shoes and accessories...what a nightmare. this year i decided to go a little more low key. i found this really cute osh kosh dress at babies r us and decided it was perfect. ky looked so cute and the best part...she can wear this dress more then just three or four times before she grows out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVqWK6LQBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/a9Mm6VchqGw/s1600-h/100_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324779063553507346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVqWK6LQBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/a9Mm6VchqGw/s320/100_1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;pulling the classic "ky cheesy face". i love that the minute i pull out a camera she will make this face. although it is better then the "i am in pain" face that wyatt pulls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVqWCeqlyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/a89ArHK5bNo/s1600-h/100_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324779061290637090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVqWCeqlyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/a89ArHK5bNo/s320/100_1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;showing off her new easter duds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5800808545702950944?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5800808545702950944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5800808545702950944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5800808545702950944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5800808545702950944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/low-key-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeVqWQB8gRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/f-Yp787MZCg/s72-c/100_1469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-827570600666555636</id><published>2009-04-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:28:35.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best western sleepover'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;the BEST- Best Western...Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653851133031282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq-L_ss3I/AAAAAAAAApw/-I4-DF1oitE/s320/100_1369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;grandma jenny decided to take all the grandkids to dixon and darlenes new hotel for swimming and sleeping. they had a ball. they swam and swam and then swam some more. here is pax dripping in all this watery glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9_YO4KI/AAAAAAAAApo/sE2kxjP8i8A/s1600-h/100_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653847746273442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9_YO4KI/AAAAAAAAApo/sE2kxjP8i8A/s320/100_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;after wyatt's near drowning experience last summer, he was very careful to stay close to the edge. the longer they swam the more confidence he got. by the time we were done he was out in the middle by himself. granted he did not want to take of his life jacket...which was fine by me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9s8JuqI/AAAAAAAAApg/NoUJSr0z_ws/s1600-h/100_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653842796657314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9s8JuqI/AAAAAAAAApg/NoUJSr0z_ws/s320/100_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ky in her new swimming suit that paxton picked out all by himself. he thought is was "so cute". i was actually surprised at how much kysa loved the swimming pool. when we were in arizona last may, she freaked out when we got her in the pool. this time she kept trying to jump out of my arms. i don't think that she quite relized that she could not float.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9hOjFXI/AAAAAAAAApY/7xmkYkgBDQo/s1600-h/100_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653839652590962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9hOjFXI/AAAAAAAAApY/7xmkYkgBDQo/s320/100_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;this picture was taken right after we check in and got into our swimming suits. How cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;okay so let me just tell you how beautiful this hotel is. the rooms where so amazing. they were big, bright and so beautifully decorated. the lobby was fantastic and as you can see the pool was a hit! if anyone is needing to find a hotel in the area for friends or family in town this is the place to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9W6HhjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/pgLFGGrVZos/s1600-h/100_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653836882544178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq9W6HhjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/pgLFGGrVZos/s320/100_1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Thanks grandma jenny for a wonderful time. it was so fun for the boys to have a night with you and their cousins...plus is was so wonderful to have some time with just allan and ky!&lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-827570600666555636?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/827570600666555636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=827570600666555636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/827570600666555636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/827570600666555636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-best-western.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFq-L_ss3I/AAAAAAAAApw/-I4-DF1oitE/s72-c/100_1369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-9074928804778369851</id><published>2009-04-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:12:37.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;happy birthday to a super sweet, super BIG kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323651073549206146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFocgsHAoI/AAAAAAAAApI/5j5bxwYfHOQ/s320/100_1342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;where have the last six years gone? i can still remember being pregnant with paxton and wishing the time away, so that he would just get here. now my sweet son has turned six. paxtons birthday was on wednesday (April 8). we have been party-ing all week long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;pax is such a good kid. he is always such a big helper. i sometimes feel bad for all the times i really depend on him for his help, which he rarely complains about. he is such a caring little boy. he is always worried about everybodys feelings. he is a great friend especially to his brother and sister. we are so blessed to have paxton in our family. i just can't imagine it without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we love you paxton and hope that you had a wonderful 6th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-9074928804778369851?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9074928804778369851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=9074928804778369851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9074928804778369851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9074928804778369851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-super-sweet-super-big.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SeFocgsHAoI/AAAAAAAAApI/5j5bxwYfHOQ/s72-c/100_1342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8755296887260899758</id><published>2009-04-06T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:44:14.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquarium'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;here fishy, fishy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815181235715906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sdritg3V_0I/AAAAAAAAApA/z4YGL_uqqlc/s320/100_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we went to the living planet aquarium last week while allan was off of work. it was so much fun. paxton had been asking to go for weeks. i kept telling him that when daddy was off of work then we would go. needless to say he was asking everyday if it was time for daddy to "quit" work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;here we are touching the sting rays. can i just tell you how crazy they are...this one looks all nice and gentle in the picture, but don't let it fool you. right after this picture was taken, it was trying to climb (as well as a sting ray can climb) up the side of the rock wall. i was so freaked out! this was for sure one of the kids' favorite things to do. pax had been preparing himself for weeks to get the courage to touch the rays this time. and he did, time and time and time again. the aquarium also has this new exibit. it is all about the rainforest. it was amazing. you all need to check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SdritbG_rMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/SGD7exPggrM/s1600-h/100_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815179690749122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SdritbG_rMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/SGD7exPggrM/s320/100_1308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;here is me and ky looking at the squid (or maybe it was an octopus, i can't really remember). so they have this sign by the tank that says no flash photography. well my darling sister thought it would be great to take a picture seeming how the squid was right here at the edge of the glass. well when she took it, the squid freaked out and went zooming to the bottom of the tank. it was wigging out. we then noticed the sign. we now know why they don't want you to use flashes. the picture is cool though right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SdritAF_cMI/AAAAAAAAAow/KrzsCg_a-SA/s1600-h/100_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815172438782146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SdritAF_cMI/AAAAAAAAAow/KrzsCg_a-SA/s320/100_1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;my boys love, love, love everything about sharks. paxton is always checking out books about them. so when we saw this tank full of all kinds, we had to take a picture. pax was thrilled! wyatt on the other hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sdris--bXtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/u0skyuTuMqs/s1600-h/100_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815172138622674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sdris--bXtI/AAAAAAAAAoo/u0skyuTuMqs/s320/100_1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;...was a little freaked out! he was a good sport though and humored mom and let her take the picture. i kept thinking what a fun scrapbook page titled SHARKS! it is sad that i plan what pictures i want to take according to what i think will make a cute scrapbook page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SdrisrVZ0VI/AAAAAAAAAog/QNOKq9FEXhE/s1600-h/100_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815166866280786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SdrisrVZ0VI/AAAAAAAAAog/QNOKq9FEXhE/s320/100_1277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;there was a cute little boat that the kids could sit in. ky of course thought this was the perfect spot for her. she was quite pleased with herself. i love this cheesy smile she gives. even though ky is not even two yet, she loved the aquarium. it was fun to see her little face light up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;well we had a great time, good enough that we ended up buying season passes. they ended up being so worth it. it was $8 for the day for an adult, $6 for the day for kids over age 2. then for season passes it was $16 for adults and $12 for kids. so really if we go one more time then we have our passes paid for. i am sure we are going to go alot more then that. so really it was a no brainer! so the invitation is sent...anyone who wants to go let us know, we will so be there!&lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-8755296887260899758?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8755296887260899758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8755296887260899758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8755296887260899758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8755296887260899758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-fishy-fishy.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Sdritg3V_0I/AAAAAAAAApA/z4YGL_uqqlc/s72-c/100_1300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5582740812297348840</id><published>2009-03-22T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:13:34.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ky with straight hair'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Curly or Straight???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316215678534085330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Scb9_jxi6tI/AAAAAAAAAno/Kb64YhiVvfc/s320/100_1219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i straightened ky's hair with the flat iron the other day. she sat so still, i was really surprised! she looked so dang cute, i can't believe how much older having straight hair has made her look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5582740812297348840?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5582740812297348840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5582740812297348840' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5582740812297348840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5582740812297348840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/straight-or-curly-i-straightened-kys.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Scb9_jxi6tI/AAAAAAAAAno/Kb64YhiVvfc/s72-c/100_1219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8249442504108533504</id><published>2009-03-22T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:05:52.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary activity'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Primary Activity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids had a easter egg hunt on saturday for all the primary kids in our ward. it was really fun. they got to make their own bunny baskets and then go outside and hunt. ky thought it was a blast. Wyatt seemed to have a nack for finding eggs. he was helping everyone find some once he had found his allotted 3 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209878926300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Scb4t-jTFiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bxlwR78OL80/s320/100_1263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;it was such a nice day, that i was able to put the kids in tee shirts and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Scb4tQkWQiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TIixQFnURXQ/s1600-h/100_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316209866582671906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Scb4tQkWQiI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/TIixQFnURXQ/s320/100_1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; My handsome little boys! sheesh, i love my kids!&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/6601190478115495768-8249442504108533504?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8249442504108533504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8249442504108533504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8249442504108533504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8249442504108533504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/primary-activity.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/Scb4t-jTFiI/AAAAAAAAAnY/bxlwR78OL80/s72-c/100_1263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5694049710189839007</id><published>2009-03-02T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:15:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chaos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been meaning to post for so long, but haven't had the time to sit down and type a thing.&lt;br /&gt;but my exciting news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my kitchen is finally going to be remodeled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; this month is the month. i have picked out all the paint colors, tile for the floor, and my beautiful new countertops. i am so dang excited. allan reminds me everyday that we are going to be living in chaos for a while, but it will all be worth it i am sure.  so pretty much this is a little plug to invite any who wants to help to come on down. we will be starting the big major things the third week of this month, but i am going to be cleaning out cubboards and painting them. anyone ever done it before? bead board is going to be put on the walls and new hardware on the cubboards and drawers as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay!!! i can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; let the demo begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5694049710189839007?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5694049710189839007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5694049710189839007' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5694049710189839007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5694049710189839007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/03/chaos-so-i-have-been-meaning-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-345136605026274530</id><published>2009-02-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:19:52.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303815842179281362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZrwaFsvcdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wbnvod8xTaE/s320/101_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday allan and i celebrated our 7th anniversary. wow, it is crazy to think we have been married that long...yet at the same time it feels like it has been forever, you know what i mean? i am so blessed to be married to such a wonderful man. he is always so willing to help out doing whatever i need, like watching the kids or cleaning the house. the best part is that he rarely complains. he really spoils me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life isn't always perfect, but i wouldn't trade it for anything. thanks for seven wonderful years. i am a lucky woman to get to spend eternity with you! i love you Allan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-345136605026274530?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/345136605026274530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=345136605026274530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/345136605026274530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/345136605026274530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-anniversary-yesterday-allan-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZrwaFsvcdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/wbnvod8xTaE/s72-c/101_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1178075848094879673</id><published>2009-02-13T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:40:30.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wyatt is now 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302520532745445202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWVKCB31I/AAAAAAAAAnA/FOKeSo-OWKA/s320/100_1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my little boy turned four this week. i can't believe how big he is, it really amazes me. i am so lucky and blessed that i get to be this little boys mom. he is so full of life that it makes it hard not to enjoy everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWVCJIoPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fI8CvV0tA1A/s1600-h/100_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302520530627764466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWVCJIoPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fI8CvV0tA1A/s320/100_1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had a party tonight celebrating dubby's birthday. it was so much fun. he wanted to have an army man party. so we told everyone to come dressed in camo. (notice my naked little girl, we took off her shirt so that she could have some cake and icecream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWUwMxuOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ABCFlPdmzwY/s1600-h/100_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302520525811202274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWUwMxuOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ABCFlPdmzwY/s320/100_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i made dog tags for all the kids and we had a fun army tank pinata. we had such and good time and wyatt got spoiled rotten . i guess that is what happens when you have so many aunts and uncles. (here is dubby blowing out his candles on his ben 10 cake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWUrtqlpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/r7IIeN4YT1A/s1600-h/100_1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302520524606969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWUrtqlpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/r7IIeN4YT1A/s320/100_1201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wyatt was supposed to be in this picture but he was having way too much fun playing with his loot. thanks to everyone who came to dubbys party and gave him such wonderful presents. you are all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday wyatt. we love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1178075848094879673?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1178075848094879673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1178075848094879673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1178075848094879673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1178075848094879673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/wyatt-is-now-4-my-little-boy-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZWVKCB31I/AAAAAAAAAnA/FOKeSo-OWKA/s72-c/100_1159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8899996335713314735</id><published>2009-02-13T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:23:44.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 60th Birthday Allan Sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302518594486482274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZUkVdFNWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MpOhsJdZNZU/s320/100_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my father in law turned 60 this month. it was a nice little get together with all of his kids and spouses. it was great to sit and be able to enjoy a meal without having to take care of all of our little ones.  Allan i hope that you had a wonderful birthday! we love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-8899996335713314735?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8899996335713314735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8899996335713314735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8899996335713314735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8899996335713314735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-60th-birthday-allan-sr.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZUkVdFNWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MpOhsJdZNZU/s72-c/100_1156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6303943364481416578</id><published>2009-02-13T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:19:23.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Superbowl Sunday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, superbowl was a couple of weeks ago...life has been nuts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to watch the superbowl up at my parents house in smithfield. they have a huge party every year! it was a blast. we had yummy food, great company and it wouldn't be a party without a little guitar hero. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302513811743675858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZQN8WVldI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Th2JEkE69G8/s320/100_1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the primary president in my ward was asking me if i was going to watch the superbowl. i told her yes, that we were going to my parents for a party. she then asked me what team i was going to be cheering for. i asked her "who is playing?" this pretty much gave her a heart attack because she and her family are die hard steelers fans! she asked me if i was serious and i told her i was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she then informed me that i would be cheering on the steelers and that she was going to bring over some steelers apparel for me, allan and all the kids to wear. well she was true to her word. allan, me and pax all got t-shirts, wyatt got a hoodie, and ky had a jersey. it was so fun to show up in all our team spirit! thanks so much katie for letting us wear your stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302516831689924546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZS9uhoX8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/xseBtqhCui0/s320/100_1134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cute baby ky sitting on the counter helping to get all the food ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302513820240020210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZQOcABgvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Z8nbUvseZJE/s320/100_1140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; on the way out of my parents neighborhood, i turned around and saw this. seriously we hadn't even left their neighborhood. they were really tuckered out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6303943364481416578?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6303943364481416578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6303943364481416578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6303943364481416578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6303943364481416578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SZZQN8WVldI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Th2JEkE69G8/s72-c/100_1137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7506035324864128155</id><published>2009-02-04T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:32:50.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tub time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rub a dub dub....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298979850145886898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SYnCGTfl8rI/AAAAAAAAAl4/dyljoH0pvcA/s320/100_1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there isn't anything cuter then tub pictures. the kids were having so much fun in the bath the other morning, that i had to take a few snaps with the camera. i remember seeing pictures exactly like this one with me and my brothers and sister. i think this is just one of those classic perfect picture moments that all moms take of their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***soon to come, SUPERBOWL pictures!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-7506035324864128155?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7506035324864128155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7506035324864128155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7506035324864128155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7506035324864128155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/02/rub-dub-dub.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SYnCGTfl8rI/AAAAAAAAAl4/dyljoH0pvcA/s72-c/100_1101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5539617162499466801</id><published>2009-01-22T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:51:23.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Something is different, but i can't put my finger on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up the other morning got going on my busy day, when wyatt came up to me chatting like he normally does. i looked at him and thought "there is something different about him," but i just couldn't figure it out. so on with my day i went! finally halfway through the day i went upstairs to clean the last bathroom. i walked in and found a huge surprise, handfulls of blonde hair....you guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294359381111918450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SXlXznBuz3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/sXFlyXWPG9c/s320/100_1094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wyatt cut his own hair!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i figured out what he had done and examined the damages, i said to dubby, "Wyatt, did you cut your hair?" and he got the hugest, most proud smile on his face and said "Yeah Mom!" "i did it all by myself!" okay, so seriously he was so excited and proud of the wonderful haircut he had given himself, how could i be mad. Although we had been growing his hair out since the fall, and it was looking so cute. (notice in the picture above, he has no hair on the sides of his head. nice mullet baby! business in front, party in the back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SXlXy7nzCsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wQaeAVM2xQ0/s1600-h/100_1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294359369460419266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SXlXy7nzCsI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wQaeAVM2xQ0/s320/100_1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After going over the damages, i remembered to take some pictures. Nice bald spots dub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SXlXyOq3LbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4gFOdgfDmTI/s1600-h/100_1098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294359357393677746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SXlXyOq3LbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4gFOdgfDmTI/s320/100_1098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the incriminating evidence! everyone always asks me if my kids ever try cutting their hair after seeing me do hair all the time. i was always so proud in saying "no, never! i think because they see me do it that it is not a novelty." well i can no longer say those words! wyatt did though get a really cute new, short hair do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5539617162499466801?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5539617162499466801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5539617162499466801' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5539617162499466801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5539617162499466801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-is-different-but-i-cant-put.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SXlXznBuz3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/sXFlyXWPG9c/s72-c/100_1094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6123028053560647387</id><published>2009-01-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:37:06.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's 2009...ready or not?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, can you believe that it is 2009? it seems like just yesterday that we were all preparing for Y2K. there has been so many wonderful things that our family has experienced in 2008. i am grateful for all of the joys, the tears, the laughs, the heartache....the memories! isn't that what life is all about? we hope that you all have the best 2009. we wish you luck, happiness, love and anything else that would make this year the best year possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644320431354194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8fonsMVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/mAAaiDTX9EE/s320/100_1080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kysa enjoying the new year festivities. all three of the kids stayed up until midnight+. we went up to cache valley to my parents house for a party they were having. it was so much fun. we played guesstures and guitar hero world tour. we ate tons of good food and all had a really great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8faCcIlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/s0ln1-vA1F4/s1600-h/100_1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644316517016146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8faCcIlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/s0ln1-vA1F4/s320/100_1089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grandma and papa has tons of horns, whistles, poppers, streamers...you name it, they had it! don't you think this is a very becoming look for both wyatt and paxton. they were so hyped up on sugar. good thing the high didn't last as long and i thought it would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644306113682770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8ezSF3VI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GqmpRztv46g/s320/100_1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8eYEynkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/87AGrdnTXb8/s1600-h/100_1091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644298810138178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8eYEynkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/87AGrdnTXb8/s320/100_1091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some of the new years eve party animals. thanks mom and dad for hosting a rockin' party. it was so fun to spend the evening with you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6601190478115495768-6123028053560647387?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6123028053560647387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6123028053560647387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6123028053560647387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6123028053560647387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SWF8fonsMVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/mAAaiDTX9EE/s72-c/100_1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5971524387855879065</id><published>2008-12-30T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:16:22.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285847761709681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsaiJ1_y1I/AAAAAAAAAks/rD9icv8Jh2k/s320/100_1034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wyatt playing with his new DS game. i think it was transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsahwUdr8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/OKzrjEVeqG8/s1600-h/100_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285847754858147778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsahwUdr8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/OKzrjEVeqG8/s320/100_1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paxton showing off his new bionicle. (its a lego thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsahhjIewI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RB8Ubez50JI/s1600-h/100_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285847750893140738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsahhjIewI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RB8Ubez50JI/s320/100_1026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kysa playing peek-a-boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was such a nice day. it is the first Christmas since allan and i have been married that we didn't have to go anywhere. everyone came to us. allan's parents came by in the morning and visisted with us for a little while. then later in the afternoon my family came over. it was so fun. we had a yummy dinner of ham, funeral potaoes, rolls and pie. yuuuummy! we all opened our gifts, and everyone got spoiled rotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hope that you all had a wonderful Christmas. we are so thankful for all of you who have touched our lives in so many ways. We are BLESSED! we hope that you all have a very happy and safe new years. love, the Ronnow's&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/6601190478115495768-5971524387855879065?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5971524387855879065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5971524387855879065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5971524387855879065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5971524387855879065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsaiJ1_y1I/AAAAAAAAAks/rD9icv8Jh2k/s72-c/100_1034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-2309554767726002927</id><published>2008-12-30T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:05:23.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas morning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285845158695721106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYKo3G2JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/JUa14Z7GiXI/s320/100_1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the kids slept in....can you believe it?!  they didn't get out of bed until 7:30, and if any of you know my kids that is considered sleeping in! here they are getting ready to open their santa gifts. they were so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYKdGab_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/pWCbISHx1HY/s1600-h/100_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285845155538694130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYKdGab_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/pWCbISHx1HY/s320/100_1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paxton showing some of the treasures he found in is stocking! it is a voice recorder that warps whatever you say into it! both paxton and wyatt got one, and let me just tell you what a hit they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYJhGCOWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/hD5fk6Ln1Bk/s1600-h/100_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285845139430979938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYJhGCOWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/hD5fk6Ln1Bk/s320/100_1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooray, wyatt got some pokemon cards in his stocking. what a good Santa! he knows exactly what the boys love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYJBsB41I/AAAAAAAAAj8/yZ8wTvdjYXw/s1600-h/100_1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285845131000406866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYJBsB41I/AAAAAAAAAj8/yZ8wTvdjYXw/s320/100_1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kysa posing with her new pink purse. she was shoving everything she could into it.  it was filled with keys, chapstick, sunglasses, a cell phone and wallet. what a girly girl she is becoming.&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/6601190478115495768-2309554767726002927?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2309554767726002927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=2309554767726002927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/2309554767726002927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/2309554767726002927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVsYKo3G2JI/AAAAAAAAAkU/JUa14Z7GiXI/s72-c/100_1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5498760185748147101</id><published>2008-12-27T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:48:57.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple square'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Temple Square...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love temple square at Christmas time. the temple all aglow and the twinkling christmas lights everywhere. although i remember as a child that there used to be so many more lights then they have now. it is a tradition in my family (as well as most of yours, i am sure) to visit temple square each Christmas. time was running out this year and i wasn't sure we were going to make it. thank heavens, we did. we went the day before christmas eve. well, almost all of utah must have had the same idea. it was so crazy packed, i could not believe it. i have never seen it so busy. it had snowed earlier that day so everything was glistening. it was so beautiful. there is nothing better then temple square to remind you of the true meaning of Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617604923176498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7tms4tjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/15Fo4c1CUqM/s320/100_0900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is my family all bundled up to keep warm. this is the same tree that we pose in front of every year. it is so beautiful. this picture doesn't do it justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7teYwTqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qUnI-7HaobY/s1600-h/100_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617602691255970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7teYwTqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qUnI-7HaobY/s320/100_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my kiddos. allan had to work so he was not able to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7sv8RAsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/D6sTaywNybk/s1600-h/100_0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617590223733442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7sv8RAsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/D6sTaywNybk/s320/100_0904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pax and dub. there was this girl out on the street playing beautiful music on her violin. papa perry gave the boys $5 to go and put in her violin case. in return she gave them both a candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7sZPYCRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jqFaIFFhAgg/s1600-h/100_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284617584129870098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7sZPYCRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jqFaIFFhAgg/s320/100_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kysa all cozy in the stroller. everytime i took her picture she gave me the most darling "cheese", but her eyes were closed in every single one of them. i think that the flash was just a little too bright in the dark of night!&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/6601190478115495768-5498760185748147101?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5498760185748147101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5498760185748147101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5498760185748147101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5498760185748147101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/temple-square.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVa7tms4tjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/15Fo4c1CUqM/s72-c/100_0900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1610324733902187892</id><published>2008-12-22T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:43:10.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Super days are Snowy days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at least for my kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids could hardly wait when the snow let up enough for them go outside and play in all the wonderful, glorious, beautiful, untouched snow. first finding all the snow gear was quite the task. if fact, most of it is still not found, but not having proper attire was not going to stop boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282775451379751186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwSJ-k2RI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Qkz8We7eabk/s200/100_0880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;of course the minute that paxton and wyatt saw that red, kasie and mia where outside, off to their house they forged. (picture: Mia, Wyatt and Paxton)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwR6GYiTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/oj1YW_hKhFI/s1600-h/100_0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282775447117531442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwR6GYiTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/oj1YW_hKhFI/s200/100_0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kysa wanted to get in on all the action. she had her first taste of snow. she didn't really care for it, but she was still all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwRU1M3GI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AAstkoq22nM/s1600-h/100_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282775437113351266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwRU1M3GI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AAstkoq22nM/s200/100_0881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wyatt was being red's little helper on making the snow fort. wyatt just didn't understand that the snow red was shoveling out, wasn't supposed to go back in the fort. (notice his nice battle wound?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwRPR0cMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UpwL8GG0kPQ/s1600-h/100_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282775435622772930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwRPR0cMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UpwL8GG0kPQ/s200/100_0871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paxton is always the best to flash me a smile when i say "Cheese." he was having a ball and didn't want to go in the house when the sun started to go down. we didn't get to making our snowman, but i promised that we have tomorrow. side note: so when we got home and were taking off all of our snow gear, paxton unzipped his coat to reveal that he was bare-chested. thats right folks no shirt on under the coat! what a terd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwQ8QeWjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Nz6l0QWYZXo/s1600-h/100_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282775430516857394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwQ8QeWjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Nz6l0QWYZXo/s200/100_0877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and finally the snow fort that red made for the kids. they loved it. we had to keep reminding a few of the "special" kids (mine) that the fort was not for climbing on but for going in. we had a great time in the snow. thanks for playing with us Kasie, red and mia! you guys are great neighbors!&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/6601190478115495768-1610324733902187892?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1610324733902187892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1610324733902187892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1610324733902187892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1610324733902187892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-days-are-snowy-days.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SVAwSJ-k2RI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Qkz8We7eabk/s72-c/100_0880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6698934316268386065</id><published>2008-12-21T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:05:00.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What once was lost...now is found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahhhh, i found my camera. i knew once i threatened that i was going to go buy a new one, it would magically appear! actually i was cleaning out the coat closet and found in a old bag that a few weeks ago ky had been dragging around....hhmmm, i wonder who would have put my camera in that little bag of hers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282457634997590242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SU8POzsU2OI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B7_4YT25vFA/s320/100_0867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so here is a picture of our christmas tree. it was bought a few years ago at an after christmas sale for $30 bucks. it has been the best little tree ever. we love it. the best thing is no more stringing my own lights....pre-lit baby. its the way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the kidlets getting ready for church this morning. poor allan had to get all three kids ready and out the door all by himself. i know what all you moms out there are thinking, cuz i think it too..."i get the kids all ready and out the door all by myself all the time." i know it is good for allan to do this not so little task. i really think it makes him apreciate that he doesn't have to do it ALL THE TIME. he is such a good husband. i am very lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282457640866906082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SU8PPJjrf-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/m8hBI-J1Hm4/s320/100_0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282457648188706594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SU8PPk1VTyI/AAAAAAAAAic/29cbUReUn0Y/s320/100_0862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282457655922809842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SU8PQBpSW_I/AAAAAAAAAik/UiZkHM-LGPY/s320/100_0866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course all three kids are in their be-nothings, cuz i didn't want them to get dirty before church started. 1 o'clock church is the worst. yeah, it is good for me to finish my singing time material, but trying to get the kids fed, clothed and napped all before church is quite the task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6698934316268386065?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6698934316268386065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6698934316268386065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6698934316268386065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6698934316268386065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-once-was-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SU8POzsU2OI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B7_4YT25vFA/s72-c/100_0867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4906633305905677588</id><published>2008-12-17T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:46:09.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i stand corrected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks min!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was informed today that just because little blue (my camera) is missing, doesn't mean that i can't post. so here goes a picture-less post. i want you to know how hard this is for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Christmas just around the corner i have been thinking alot about all those last minute things that you know need to get done, but wonder how you are going to squeeze one more thing into an already jam packed day. tuesday night we started taking around all our neighbor gifts, which was quite the feat with the boys wanting to jump out of the car (before we had stoped mind you) and race to the doors of our unsuspecting neighbors. there were a few slips and a few more bumps and bruises, but fortunatly the home-made jam made it to the doors intact!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we made the drive to cache valley for my brothers christmas program. it was so cute and touching. just picture 100+ handicapped and disabled kids and adults, all clad in santa hats, rudolph antlers, elf ears, singing their little hearts out to all the christmas classics. it was so touching. if that doesn't get you in the christmas spirit, i don't know what would. My brother, Nate played Blitzen. How fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;More updates on christmas fun from the ronnow household yet to come......(hopefully with some photographic proof!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4906633305905677588?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4906633305905677588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4906633305905677588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4906633305905677588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4906633305905677588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-stand-corrected.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1616310102550615432</id><published>2008-12-14T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:24:21.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all of you out there, my cute little blue camera has gone missing in action. so now you know the reason for the lackage of postings. if any of you have seen a homeless blue kodak camera could you let me know! the search is on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1616310102550615432?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1616310102550615432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1616310102550615432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1616310102550615432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1616310102550615432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/mia.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1379808077185380708</id><published>2008-12-10T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:31:53.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Picture....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278384616306706706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCW16rZCRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/lBxujR0q9HA/s400/F+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we finally got new family pictures taken. it has been so long since we have gotten them done. i think the last time was when ky was a new born. i know horrible huh? Brooke (allan's cousins wife) did such a good job, especially because kysa was so crabby. the boys have never smiled so well for anyone before. i don't think there was one shot of them that i didn't like. thanks so much brookers, you did an amazing job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCWPqIpvgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/OVjYy70v1WU/s1600-h/Kids+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383959031004674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCWPqIpvgI/AAAAAAAAAgc/OVjYy70v1WU/s320/Kids+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCWPG_RxoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CR7tm400mKQ/s1600-h/Kids+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383949596444290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCWPG_RxoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CR7tm400mKQ/s320/Kids+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCWOvg8xqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t8Kl4fAQXnQ/s1600-h/F+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278383943295223458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SUCWOvg8xqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t8Kl4fAQXnQ/s320/F+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1379808077185380708?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1379808077185380708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;my beautiful cousin brinkley got married on friday. i wish you both all the happiness in the world. i love you Mr. and Mrs. Peterson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272456867286644930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuHlgwweMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VobgNIWxoDY/s320/100_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6746550641599748302?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6746550641599748302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6746550641599748302' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3978123379315214130</id><published>2008-11-24T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:26:55.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing in flour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;helping hands tend to be messy hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was making some choc chip cookies and ky decided that she wanted to be my special helper. by the time i noticed what she was doing the damage was already done....so i let her continue to play in the flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272455250350297234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGHZNF0JI/AAAAAAAAAek/9i7Szss6P3A/s320/100_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGHF-vqyI/AAAAAAAAAec/bb_N-XdVJ9U/s1600-h/100_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272455245189851938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGHF-vqyI/AAAAAAAAAec/bb_N-XdVJ9U/s320/100_0696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGG-21zqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mjIFUKZ2VSg/s1600-h/100_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272455243277651618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGG-21zqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mjIFUKZ2VSg/s320/100_0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGGuIKa8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/x5hfvwV7sOs/s1600-h/100_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272455238786902978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGGuIKa8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/x5hfvwV7sOs/s320/100_0681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; what a sad little face. ky was so upset when i told her it was time to get off the counter and put the flour away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-3978123379315214130?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3978123379315214130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3978123379315214130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3978123379315214130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3978123379315214130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/11/helping-hands-tend-to-be-messy-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuGHZNF0JI/AAAAAAAAAek/9i7Szss6P3A/s72-c/100_0708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4447698368704594476</id><published>2008-11-24T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:55:40.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ky in drawer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;best seat in the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so kysa has discovered that she can not only open the drawers, but she can get in them. i found her chillin in the kitchen the other day and thought it would make a great photo op. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272453254413199042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuETNwmpsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MqSWJTnCif8/s320/100_0677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuES_inEgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/czyRsykgCeU/s1600-h/100_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272453250596409858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuES_inEgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/czyRsykgCeU/s320/100_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuESrTI67I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZHZrXvwznLs/s1600-h/100_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272453245162810290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuESrTI67I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ZHZrXvwznLs/s320/100_0672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuESAWg0NI/AAAAAAAAAds/eqCAM8r_Nhk/s1600-h/100_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272453233634234578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuESAWg0NI/AAAAAAAAAds/eqCAM8r_Nhk/s320/100_0671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what a little stinker! but i love her, she is so much fun. i can't believe all the new things she is doing. my baby isn't so much a baby anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4447698368704594476?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4447698368704594476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4447698368704594476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4447698368704594476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4447698368704594476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-seat-in-house.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SSuETNwmpsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MqSWJTnCif8/s72-c/100_0677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-776580477505511420</id><published>2008-11-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:29:19.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;three things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;my cousin robyn tagged me to tell you three things about me in each category, here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 joys-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 fears-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;losing anyone in my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;being finacially unstable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;being home alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;3 current obsessions/collections-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;getting ready for christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;my husband :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;3 surprising facts-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i am allergic to bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i am addicted to Mt. dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i dream weekly about becoming a smoker...crazy i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i tag: danielle, daja, heather, kasie, carli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-776580477505511420?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/776580477505511420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=776580477505511420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/776580477505511420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/776580477505511420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-things-my-cousin-robyn-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-9193312474128300373</id><published>2008-11-04T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:59:47.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;my halloween monsters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046914267830146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SRE0ReqzV4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/5RQuSYYTB1A/s320/100_0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Paxton decided to be Harry Potter this year. he looked so cute and was so excited. the first day he had his costume he was waving his wand and doing spells on us all. in fact, just in case you didn't know paxton turned wyatt in to a bucket! paxton made such a good harry potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SRE0RB8th_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/8aMMNFWu50c/s1600-h/100_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046906558318578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SRE0RB8th_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/8aMMNFWu50c/s320/100_0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;wyatt finally made up his mind as to what he wanted to be for halloween. everytime we would ask him what he wanted to be it would be something different. first, a transformer, and not just any transformer it has to be bumblebee. then it was the hulk. when all was said and done wyatt decided on being a army guy. i told him he looked like a g.i. joe, but i was informed that that was NOT what he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046903996832994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SRE0Q4aAXOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yDABVW6ZIlI/s320/100_0586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ky was so cute as a little witch. it is so much fun having a little girl especiallly when i get to dress her up in frilly, fluffy things. she is such a good little girl, putting up with a mom like me. i wasn't sure she would keep her hat on, but as long and i distracted her with a sucker then she was fine to leave it on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;we hope you all had a great halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-9193312474128300373?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9193312474128300373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=9193312474128300373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9193312474128300373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9193312474128300373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-halloween-monsters.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SRE0ReqzV4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/5RQuSYYTB1A/s72-c/100_0547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7384194856128004562</id><published>2008-10-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:31:42.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wyatt "dubby" Ronnow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262792596246059842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SQkx-5nNW0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/s73KJYdc7VE/s320/100_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;so my friend danielle tagged me to tell you five things that you don't know about wyatt...here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. wyatt was a binky baby. he loved it. when he was about 18 months he started biting holes in the nipples. so of course that is when it got taken away. wyatt wasn't at all bothered by the fact that he didn't have his binky anymore, although that is when he got totally attached to his "ducky blankie". we can't go anywhere without it. he stands at the washing machine and cries when it is being cleaned, which is often since we have to take it EVERYWHERE! i don't think we are going to have an easy time getting him to relinquish the "ducky blankie". it could be cute to have a son who carries around his blankie when he is 15 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4. wyatt hates rootbeer. he won't touch it. i don't know why he doesn't like it seeming how it is paxtons beverage of choice. wyatt would rather have water (and that is saying alot) then rootbeer! what a weird kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. wyatt has his own language. he didn't start talking until he was three, so we have had quite a year of being interpreters. the thing that i love that he says is he calls his grandma becky, "Waha Beehee." i know that i should help him to say it correctly but i love it and hope that he always calls her "Waha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. wyatt loves little girls. he is the only boy in nursery at church, and i think that he really loves it. everytime he makes a new girl friend he tells me that he is going to marry her, even his cousins (ashley P). what a ladies man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. wyatt loves to have his tummy, back, arms, legs really pretty much anywhere scratched softly. it can sometimes really drive you crazy. everytime you are sitting anywhere he will climb up onto your lap and lift up his shirt to be scratched. although the nice part is 9 out of 10 times he will fall asleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;***and a bonus fact about wyatt...no matter what time he goes to bed (which is usually late like 11pm) he will wake up with the sun. meaning like 5am. we have gotten him trained that he does not come in to wake up mom and dad. he now knows how to put a movie or cartoons on by himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i love wyatt so much and am so glad that he is my little dubby. sometimes he gets lost in the shuffle of being the dreaded "middle child" but i can't imagine our family without him. he is definitly the spice in our life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;we tag: kylee h, aiden h, hunter s, mia c, addi b and ryker c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-7384194856128004562?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7384194856128004562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7384194856128004562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7384194856128004562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7384194856128004562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/10/wyatt-dubby-ronnow-so-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SQkx-5nNW0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/s73KJYdc7VE/s72-c/100_0517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8847057304664467884</id><published>2008-10-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:08:18.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;We love Halloween....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258367478768414578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl5XKZ1L3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/910Zk7sabU4/s320/100_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so i know it has been forever since i have posted, but life has been nuts! i seriously thought that once summer was over and Paxton was in school that life would calm down for us...boy, was i wrong! i am really going to try and be better, no promises though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;****oh my gosh, look how cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt; is. i swear she gets more beautiful by the day. (don't mind me, just a little bit of mommy bragging.) we love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; at our house. next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; it is our most favorite. i love the feel of the air, the warm clothes being pulled out of hibernation, i love the costumes, letting go of me being able to choose what costumes the boys will wear this year. i love being outside, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; that means soccer games, play days at the park, or corn mazes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl5XXFt7TI/AAAAAAAAAc4/S8iCccgyWgk/s1600-h/100_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258367482173713714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl5XXFt7TI/AAAAAAAAAc4/S8iCccgyWgk/s320/100_0537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...and speaking of corn mazes. my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt; happened to get some free tickets to a maze. we thought, hey what a fun way to spend the evening with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;. so we packed up the monsters and off we went. come to find out the maze was in south &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt;....so save money on the tickets, but pay it in gas. oh well, we had such a good time it was so worth it. the maze had a haunted section and a kid friendly one. we DID choose the ghouls free path. (even though the look of the pictures we didn't, the boys wanted a pic with the scary scarecrow, minus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt;, he kept his face hidden. poor guy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl5XvuLoVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8HPBy1lmkzw/s1600-h/100_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258367488785883474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl5XvuLoVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8HPBy1lmkzw/s320/100_0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;it was a freezing night, but we dressed warm. once we got moving inside the maze we were actually quite toasty...especially me, i was wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt; in her sling. it was nice to have a built in furnace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;well i hope that everyone else is having a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; season. i can't believe that it is almost here. where is the time going? soon we are all going to be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; posts....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl45JwO_8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/XgOAqHHl7Zw/s1600-h/100_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl45fr7erI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XAHGkZ_DI8k/s1600-h/100_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl45mgpBzI/AAAAAAAAAco/m8sABFk3jNU/s1600-h/100_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-8847057304664467884?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8847057304664467884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8847057304664467884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8847057304664467884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8847057304664467884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SPl5XKZ1L3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/910Zk7sabU4/s72-c/100_0536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-9012963859844989991</id><published>2008-09-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:35:00.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SWEET girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275837803664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpFtBzlFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SAldhspcMK8/s320/101_0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpF4Uu13I/AAAAAAAAAcA/wDkcAq_5zGI/s1600-h/101_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275840835835762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpF4Uu13I/AAAAAAAAAcA/wDkcAq_5zGI/s320/101_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpGPZ00WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/i3XUfJ1GbLc/s1600-h/101_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275847031214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpGPZ00WI/AAAAAAAAAcI/i3XUfJ1GbLc/s320/101_0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpGWHRqyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ikpHJex11sU/s1600-h/101_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244275848832461602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpGWHRqyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ikpHJex11sU/s320/101_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wyatt, being the great big brother that he is, gave ky a sucker today. i didn't have the heart to take it from her (besides i tried and she had a total meltdown). so i plopped her in her highchair and let her go to town. she loved it as you can tell. she was such a sticky mess by the time she was done, that we had to hose her down in the tub.&lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-9012963859844989991?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/9012963859844989991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=9012963859844989991' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9012963859844989991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/9012963859844989991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdpFtBzlFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SAldhspcMK8/s72-c/101_0409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5239670188340796926</id><published>2008-09-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:26:26.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My little family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274522454294194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdn5I-E_rI/AAAAAAAAAbw/I8qICOSDyc0/s320/101_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it is not often that i can get a picture of my whole family, seeing how i am usually the one taking the pictures. we went to lagoon this weekend and my sister and her fam came too. she snapped this picture of us. can i just tell you how worth it it has been for us to get season passes to lagoon. we definalty got our moneys worth this summer.&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/6601190478115495768-5239670188340796926?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5239670188340796926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5239670188340796926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5239670188340796926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5239670188340796926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-family.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdn5I-E_rI/AAAAAAAAAbw/I8qICOSDyc0/s72-c/101_0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3511012522350450168</id><published>2008-09-09T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:22:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO TiGerS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244273109933201874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdmm66zmdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FENgMdTiQvY/s320/101_0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdmnGiuJvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ERZGU_sro9A/s1600-h/101_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244273113053406962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdmnGiuJvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ERZGU_sro9A/s320/101_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paxton at his first soccer game of the season. last year was his first year, and he loved it! this year has been fun because i and my brother in law (his son gavin is on the team too) are the coaches. paxton is quite the little player. he is a quick runner and he is not intimidated at all by the other players or the ball. he just gets in there and plays his little heart out! paxton is also very proud because he chose the teams name....the TIGERS!&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/6601190478115495768-3511012522350450168?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3511012522350450168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3511012522350450168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3511012522350450168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3511012522350450168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-tigers.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SMdmm66zmdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FENgMdTiQvY/s72-c/101_0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5916143445517676191</id><published>2008-09-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:00:28.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;kinDergArTen ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242023911686159234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9o-WgoO4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/UtP0f1tffSY/s320/101_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;oh my gosh, look at what a big boy i have. doesn't he look so dang handsome? yesterday paxton had his first day of kindergarten. the day started off kinda rough cuz he was being a sleepy head and i could not get him out of bed...he was so mad at me until i reminded him why he was getting up so early. now that we have had his second day and once again i had to fight with him to get up, i am wondering what i was thinking when i thought that morning kindergarten would be so much better. plus i had to give him a haircut the morning of his first day, cuz being the awesome mom that i am we totally ran out of time before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9o-sr_IaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rog8j2Y43lU/s1600-h/101_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242023917639377314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9o-sr_IaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rog8j2Y43lU/s320/101_0345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;arriving in his new classroom. he was so excited he was all smiles. he kept telling me that i could go, but i just had to keep getting "one more look"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9o-0ZXr4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/LIwZGD_cTso/s1600-h/101_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242023919708778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9o-0ZXr4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/LIwZGD_cTso/s320/101_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;it was so funny to see all of us moms standing in the doorway of the classroom trying to get their child to turn and SMILE. there was alot of us that this is our first child that has gone to school. everyone told me how hard it was going to be, but it wasn't as bad as i thought. paxton was so excited that it was hard for me to be sad. &lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-5916143445517676191?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5916143445517676191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5916143445517676191' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5916143445517676191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5916143445517676191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/09/kindergarten-rocks-oh-my-gosh-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9o-WgoO4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/UtP0f1tffSY/s72-c/101_0343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4044663982463464826</id><published>2008-09-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:46:09.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoms wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;sUrpRiSe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242021652950375826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9m64EDXZI/AAAAAAAAAao/IwCWan0Mcuw/s320/101_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so i got a call from my brother thom, last week on wednesday evening. he was calling to tell us that he and his girlfriend nicole had decided that they were going to get married friday morning! wow, what a shock. they went to the ogden court house and took the plunge! congrats thom and nic, we love you and wish you all the happiness in the world. welcome to the family nicole! (isn't that the most beautiful backdrop you have ever seen? you think weber county could spring for something a little less tacky! oh well, what do ya expect when you get married at the court house)&lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-4044663982463464826?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4044663982463464826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4044663982463464826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4044663982463464826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4044663982463464826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/09/surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SL9m64EDXZI/AAAAAAAAAao/IwCWan0Mcuw/s72-c/101_0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3455650395811182870</id><published>2008-08-22T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:24:57.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween costume'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;a day of crafts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;so i spent the day with my friend kasie. we made our little girls their halloween costumes. ky is going to be a witch, (her hat isn't finished yet). but didn't her dress turn out so cute? i am so happy with it. kasie's little girl mia is going to be a cave girl. her dress is soooo cute too. you can see pictures of it if you go to her blog (on my friends list under kasie and red).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237571444049082866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XeoBGefI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jYyfqof4gsA/s320/101_0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XfDr34uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GdIS336Hlc4/s1600-h/101_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237571451476239074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XfDr34uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GdIS336Hlc4/s320/101_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XfQeZvLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Mxc6Olh8T4k/s1600-h/101_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237571454909398194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XfQeZvLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Mxc6Olh8T4k/s320/101_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;this is a tutu onesie that i made for my friends new little girl aspyn. i haven't got to see her yet, but i will take pictures when i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XfxGPdvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_usmHDuODuY/s1600-h/101_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237571463666431730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XfxGPdvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_usmHDuODuY/s320/101_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-3455650395811182870?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3455650395811182870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3455650395811182870' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3455650395811182870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3455650395811182870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-of-crafts.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SK-XeoBGefI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jYyfqof4gsA/s72-c/101_0296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5359609918606450826</id><published>2008-08-19T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:47:51.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagoon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;its what fun is....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we went to lagoon for the evening today with mindy, merrill and girls. we had so much fun. the weather was fantastic, it couldn't have been a better night out! i love getting the boys together with mindys girls, they all get along so well. we never have to referee them. i don't know what we are going to do when paxton and lynn start kindergarten...they are on different schedules, paxton in the morning and lynn in the afternoon! gosh min, what were you thinkin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236470245098997138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKut8aQHRZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CKq0HpYeZCI/s320/101_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;lynn, paxton, ashley and wyatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKut81jCG2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/_MysHMoSP3g/s1600-h/101_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236470252426107746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKut81jCG2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/_MysHMoSP3g/s320/101_0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;paxton, lynn, wyatt and ashley- it is so cute to see how they always pair off! what cute cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKut9ISs4NI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2WHLZQuBId8/s1600-h/101_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236470257457881298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKut9ISs4NI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2WHLZQuBId8/s320/101_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;thanks so much for such a awesome evening. we for sure need to do it again soon. we were thinking about tomorrow??? let me know if anyone else want to go too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5359609918606450826?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5359609918606450826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5359609918606450826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5359609918606450826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5359609918606450826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-what-fun-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKut8aQHRZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CKq0HpYeZCI/s72-c/101_0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-224489923900125823</id><published>2008-08-17T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:30:49.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i know it has been like forever since i have last posted anything. you all know how it goes during the summertime. life is seeming to calm down just a bit so here you are...all the posts that i have been meaning to do for the last couple of weeks. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-224489923900125823?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/224489923900125823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=224489923900125823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/224489923900125823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/224489923900125823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-know-it-has-been-like-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8740749559063724647</id><published>2008-08-17T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:03:08.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;being a brother is sometimes better than being a&lt;strong&gt; sUperHERO"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that my boys are so close in age. i didn't know that there would ever be a time that i would say that. especially when they were both so little and i was trying to figure out how to divide my time. i am glad that they love doing things together. don't get me wrong they for sure have their moments of wyatt trying to go and do everything paxton does and paxton freaking out that wyatt won't leave him be. but at the end of the day they are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you can tell that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they really love eachother!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235615848760219090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKik3_3CFdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/F_xBXwDFhiU/s320/101_0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKik4B50VDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KYUUET7eKBw/s1600-h/101_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235615849308771378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKik4B50VDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KYUUET7eKBw/s320/101_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKik4UNn_YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L4VkdMni7Wk/s1600-h/101_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235615854223687042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKik4UNn_YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L4VkdMni7Wk/s320/101_0195.jpg" border="0" /&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/6601190478115495768-8740749559063724647?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8740749559063724647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8740749559063724647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8740749559063724647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8740749559063724647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-brother-is-sometimes-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKik3_3CFdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/F_xBXwDFhiU/s72-c/101_0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4568799460098035394</id><published>2008-08-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:18:38.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;bear lake &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2nd trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;there is nothing better in the summer then to spend the day at bear lake. we absolutely love it we don't need any fancy toys to enjoy ourselves...just give us some buckets, shovels, floaties and some stale bread.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611823629287570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKihNtFCQJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LP3TMJprqko/s320/101_0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;the boys were having a blast feeding the segulls all of the leftover buns from lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKihN0tKIOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mIR6wmbXG1w/s1600-h/101_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611825676624098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKihN0tKIOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mIR6wmbXG1w/s320/101_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;my sweet brother nate enjoying himself some sunny rays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKigzt3U46I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-XjN2hl4Y4U/s1600-h/101_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611377163625378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKigzt3U46I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-XjN2hl4Y4U/s320/101_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;me and my cute boy...allan doesn't usually get to go with us when we come to the lake, because we usually go during the week and it is really hard for him to take time off. it just so happened that he was giving this day off, what luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig0NHmsMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Wsz2QNTuFmw/s1600-h/101_0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611385553400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig0NHmsMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Wsz2QNTuFmw/s320/101_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i have the best sisters. i am so glad that we get to spend so much time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig06uWkPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0AvP7tPsQxE/s1600-h/101_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611397795516658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig06uWkPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0AvP7tPsQxE/s320/101_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;katelyn and nate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig1dyHkkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MUBDi4vJYNc/s1600-h/101_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611407206552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig1dyHkkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MUBDi4vJYNc/s320/101_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;allan and my bro-in-law shane. they are in "man land" and didn't want to be bothered by me taking their pictures. it is fun that they get along so well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig19UfNxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/J5I7GClJ2po/s1600-h/101_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235611415672207122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKig19UfNxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/J5I7GClJ2po/s320/101_0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ky lilly really enjoying some watermelon. look at all those new chompers she is getting. wow!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6601190478115495768-4568799460098035394?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4568799460098035394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4568799460098035394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4568799460098035394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4568799460098035394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/08/bear-lake-2nd-trip-there-is-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKihNtFCQJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LP3TMJprqko/s72-c/101_0249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4148453333193555627</id><published>2008-08-17T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:00:51.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;education week &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;@ byu idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so i had the most fun at education week. i have been going every summer since i was 14 (with the exception of the two summers that i had new babies). it was a much needed time away with the girls. i was really feeling the weight of life on my shoulders, and education week provided the strength that i was looking for. it was so nice to listen to such inspirational speakers. we went to so many different classes, some were about: strengthening your marriage, the second coming, studying the scriptures, finding joy in life, and much more. needless to say i left feeling recharged and ready to be a better mom, wife, and chuch member. if you have never been it is so worth the trip. they also do it in provo. even if you can only go for a day, do it! you won't regret it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606800935101538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicpWFbJGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CC3RkkjywXU/s320/101_0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my mom, me, steph, and my grandma dixie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicpnpk79I/AAAAAAAAAUA/jbnsr84pGWU/s1600-h/101_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606805650141138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicpnpk79I/AAAAAAAAAUA/jbnsr84pGWU/s320/101_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cousin robyn, me, steph, and cousin brinkley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicp4-7aFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-IVGD7UXYSw/s1600-h/101_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606810303096914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicp4-7aFI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-IVGD7UXYSw/s320/101_0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me and stephy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicqS7fpzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/y732Nl4zh0A/s1600-h/101_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606817268016946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicqS7fpzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/y732Nl4zh0A/s320/101_0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me, ryker, steph, and sharee (rykers mom). she and her husband live in idaho falls. we met up one night and went to dinner at applebees. it was so fun to see sharee again, it is never enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicqnUN18I/AAAAAAAAAUY/DNN7_aqtm34/s1600-h/101_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235606822740416450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKicqnUN18I/AAAAAAAAAUY/DNN7_aqtm34/s320/101_0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the new rexburg temple. i really wanted to go and do a session, but we just ran out of time. i will for sure make it a point to do one next summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all in all the trip was amazing! i had so much fun...even sleeping on the 3rd floor of the mens dorms! i can't wait for next year.&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/6601190478115495768-4148453333193555627?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4148453333193555627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4148453333193555627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4148453333193555627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4148453333193555627'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;i scReaM yOu sCream......we lOve icEcrEam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235604676870339042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKiattU6-eI/AAAAAAAAATg/6RowawXH-GM/s320/101_0163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKiauIN8R3I/AAAAAAAAATo/kxx5XrzDEds/s1600-h/101_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235604684088821618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKiauIN8R3I/AAAAAAAAATo/kxx5XrzDEds/s320/101_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKiauqjxVNI/AAAAAAAAATw/TFdFOB-eO-c/s1600-h/101_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235604693307184338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKiauqjxVNI/AAAAAAAAATw/TFdFOB-eO-c/s320/101_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this is ky's first attempt at eating a icecream cone all by herself! she dripped most of it on the sidewalk, but being a girl who loves her food she didn't want it to go to waste so she started licking it of the pavement...ewww gross! i can't believe how big she is getting!!!&lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-3625598899602392258?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3625598899602392258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3625598899602392258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3625598899602392258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3625598899602392258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-scream-you-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SKiattU6-eI/AAAAAAAAATg/6RowawXH-GM/s72-c/101_0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1906388857425012740</id><published>2008-07-28T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:05:00.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;notHinGs beTteR thAn fiReworKs...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228308267876743010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6uqzsH92I/AAAAAAAAATA/7yc0uMhabpU/s320/101_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here is the fam at sunset days on saturday. ever since i allan and i have been together, we always go to sunset days...why sunset when neither one of us has ever lived there??? well allans' grandparents did for many years (not anytime recently) and it has been a tradition to go. so who am i to bag on tradition. actually i was so excited to go. i have been asking allan to take me to fireworks all summer, and we keep having things come up on the night that they are, so i made it a point to go to sunset days. loved it! it was really windy so the firework fallout was hitting us. it got some people in front of us while it was still lit...kinda scary, but soooooo cool. the kids thought it was the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228307067378203954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6tk7e9_TI/AAAAAAAAAS4/K9rqZ2cEIyk/s320/101_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so here is ky eating cotton candy. she loved it and took the entire bag for herself. i had the best funnel cake. it is such a carnival thing isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry i couldn't figure out how to turn the picture, i am a dork i know.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228306122000720178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6st5raYTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fASbz_NC3zM/s320/101_0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;paxton showing me his awesome light saber skills. we bought the kids this light up swords. it was the best $5 spent all evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228306131756694914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6sueBavYI/AAAAAAAAASY/-0-M5UD3V3g/s320/101_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wyatt with is sword. he got a red one and broke it within the first 10 minutes of having it, so of course to stop the tears we had to get a new one. he then chose blue. paxton had green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228306132758159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6suhwL3qI/AAAAAAAAASg/ahthX5k-_L0/s320/101_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;spending some quality time with my hubby. we just never get enough of it! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i am having a crazy hair day :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228306140973886514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6svAW97DI/AAAAAAAAASo/eXknP9FSBvU/s320/101_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all the boys with their "light sabers". they had such a great time. i love making memories with my kids. i keep reminding myself that they are only going to be little once and not for a very long time, it brakes my heart how fast time is flying by and how big the kids are getting! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(gavin, wyatt, trevor-in the back, in green and paxton)&lt;/span&gt;&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/6601190478115495768-1906388857425012740?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1906388857425012740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1906388857425012740' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1906388857425012740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1906388857425012740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothings-better-than-fireworks.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SI6uqzsH92I/AAAAAAAAATA/7yc0uMhabpU/s72-c/101_0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-2068611520060230930</id><published>2008-07-19T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:17:30.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something i have made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224851997924675970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SIJnNaxKUYI/AAAAAAAAASI/5ifuP4Ltb_4/s320/101_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i made my boys new file folder games for sacrament. they have quite a few already, but are getting bored with them. so i had to mix it up and make some more. they turned out really cute. the oldies that we have aren't church themed and these are, so it makes it nice and approprite for church. now i just need to laminate them! i bought the book so if anyone want to make some let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SIJnBHZ-kWI/AAAAAAAAASA/Szz3Vf25lYk/s1600-h/101_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6601190478115495768-2068611520060230930?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/2068611520060230930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=2068611520060230930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/2068611520060230930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/2068611520060230930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-i-have-made.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SIJnNaxKUYI/AAAAAAAAASI/5ifuP4Ltb_4/s72-c/101_0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6544614061461502641</id><published>2008-07-19T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:39:12.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;mY swEet onES....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224837507725599458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SIJaB-kfIuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JRkOwopPdtQ/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so i was walking out of sams club when some guy stopped me and was trying to get me to sign up to get some photos taken. i really didn't want to but he said that they were doing a special that you could get a 10x13 for $5. so of course that peaked my interest. well here is the photo. i was pretty happy with it. of course i knew that when i went to pick up the photo they were going to try to sell me more. i had decided that i was going to be strong and say no...well i am such a sucker!!! i left with ALL of them. so i am going to be a bragging mom for just a minute and tell you a bit about my sweet ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;pAxtoN is such a good kid. he is always trying to do things that he thinks would make me happy. if i am ever in a bad or sad mood he is always the first to give me some love. pax can hardly wait until he starts kindergarten. i have never known a kid that was so anxious for summer to be over. i know that he will do such a great job, he is a smart little boy. i know that every mom thinks that their kids are so smart, but really he is! he is so good to his little brother and sister. i know that he is always going to look out for them, that makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;wYatT well he is the spice of our family. he is always on the go. if he is bored he will definatly try to find something to occupy is time, which is really scary most of the time. he loves to be outside. it doesn't matter if he is in his underwear which is the case almost always because i end up dressing him like five or six times a day. he hates having clothes on. what is it about boys liking to be naked? i remember going through this with pax. wyatt loves cars. any kind. right now he is digging his little sisters dora the explorer pink and purple ride on car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;kySa is such sweet baby. i know she isn't much of a baby anymore, but shhhh don't tell me! ky is the type of gal that goes to her own beat. she likes to take things slow. i can't believe she isn't walking yet. it is so different then the boys who were walking at 11 mo. it seems that she really could care less about walking, which is fine by me. i love that she is such a cuddle baby. i know that she won't always be this way so i will take it for as long as i can. right now her favorite thing are babies. she is always dragging one along with her. i swear that little girls come from heaven programed to love babies. dont' you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so as you can tell i love my sweet ones. i am so blessed to be their mom. they definatly have their moments of driving me nuts, those days when i have to remind myselft that "i love being a mom, i love being a mom". but it is all so worth it. i am a very lucky girl and i wouldn't change it for the world. i know that someday i am going to miss all of this craziness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6544614061461502641?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6544614061461502641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6544614061461502641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6544614061461502641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6544614061461502641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sweet-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SIJaB-kfIuI/AAAAAAAAAR4/JRkOwopPdtQ/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1118875489067351665</id><published>2008-07-16T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:54:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;day 4- how i met the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; of my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223852150708635186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7Z2pomBjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IuQX3o7sYS4/s320/100_2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;actually allan and i met our senior year in high school. it was october and we were at a halloween party. he had just moved here to utah from oklahoma and so he didn't really know anyone. well being the social butterfly that i am i was mingling with everyone...he would tell you that i was flirting with a certain someone, so clearly he thought that i was dating him. he was dead wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;so after that party of meeting him briefly i didn't really see him again until the end of our senior year...that is were the good stuff starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7ZtcFvHKI/AAAAAAAAARI/E6QvNcX1q5c/s1600-h/100_2145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223851992453946530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7ZtcFvHKI/AAAAAAAAARI/E6QvNcX1q5c/s320/100_2145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;he began dating one of my friends that i sang with in choir. you know how high school romances go, but he and this girl broke up. meanwhile, i am doing the play cinderella (i am the fairy godmother) and allan has conveniently volunteered to help with the set/lighting durning the performances. well that is where our romance starting blossoming. we began dating shortly after that. after graduation we dated for about seven months until he left for his mission to sweden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7ZJzryt8I/AAAAAAAAARA/sVGkLgMoouM/s1600-h/100_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223851380312291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7ZJzryt8I/AAAAAAAAARA/sVGkLgMoouM/s320/100_1668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i wrote allan the two years he was away. when he came home it was like he never left. he hadn't even been home a week and we went on a road trip to arizona to visit his sister. it was on that trip that i knew i was going to marry him...i just didn't think that it would happen as quickly as it did. almost two weeks to the day he came home he proposed to me. call me crazy but it felt so right. now looking back on it i can imagine why our parents were freaking out the way they were. we were nuts! six weeks later we were married for time and all eternity in the logan temple. then five months later we found out we were pregnant with our little boy paxton. we just have to do everything so fast. it has always been that way for us, but i wouldn't have it any other way. he is my everything. i love him so much, more and more everyday. i am so blessed to have him as my husband. he is wonderful to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7YNv8eDqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ulny-G59ZxQ/s1600-h/100_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223850348516347554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7YNv8eDqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ulny-G59ZxQ/s320/100_0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i love you allan it has been a wonderful 6 1/2 years. thankyou for being the man of my dreams and such a wonderful daddy. you are a blessing to me and i thank god everyday that you are MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1118875489067351665?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1118875489067351665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1118875489067351665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1118875489067351665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1118875489067351665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-4-how-i-met-love-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH7Z2pomBjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IuQX3o7sYS4/s72-c/100_2207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5128138259598985852</id><published>2008-07-15T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:13:47.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;day three- summer flashback.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223490109328777874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH2QlEZO4pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qYmplfX1ItE/s320/100_2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so i love this picture. the boys were having nothing but pure fun. i heard this laughter coming from the backyard and went to investigate. this is what i found! they played in these grapevine for just about the rest of the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH2QeIdDA6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/gZD7PwgbjLg/s1600-h/100_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223489990159434658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH2QeIdDA6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/gZD7PwgbjLg/s320/100_2085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;paxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH2QYqXGvcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2s787NJt6-E/s1600-h/100_2086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223489896182103490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH2QYqXGvcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2s787NJt6-E/s320/100_2086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;wyatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5128138259598985852?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5128138259598985852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5128138259598985852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5128138259598985852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5128138259598985852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-three-summer-flashback.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SH2QlEZO4pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qYmplfX1ItE/s72-c/100_2084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3108195685187489077</id><published>2008-07-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:07:24.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;make&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; bag &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284310166820898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzVZ-xdWCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YeN_bcegr6s/s320/101_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so this is my bag 'o' goodies...nice bag min looks like we have the same taste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzVTL0zgOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/inuGsSeEEAc/s1600-h/101_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223284193411432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzVTL0zgOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/inuGsSeEEAc/s320/101_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so my routine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;base- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;revlon colorstay in sand beige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pressed powder- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;covergirl simply powder in classic ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bronzer- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;laura geller bronze -n- brighten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;blush- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;marykay in pink sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eyecream- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;marykay eyecicles in vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eyeshadow- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;marykay color quad in cream, opal, sable, bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eye shimmer- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i don't know who it is by, i have had it so long. i got it when i went on a scuba dive trip to the channel islands. i love it and will be so sad when it is gone (it the one with the silver cap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eyeliner- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;marykay signature eyeliner color depends on what i am wearing either black or brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mascara- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;maybelline volum' express in very black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eyebrows- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;just a really dark brown shadow i have had forever, applied with my trusy orange brush that i too have had forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lips- (i am a gloss kinda girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;marykay nourishine lipgloss in pink diamonds or whatever i can find in the diaper bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i tag everyone who reads this.&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/6601190478115495768-3108195685187489077?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3108195685187489077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3108195685187489077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3108195685187489077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3108195685187489077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-up-bag-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzVZ-xdWCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YeN_bcegr6s/s72-c/101_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-5591099977220777537</id><published>2008-07-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:48:31.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day two- keepin' cool in the summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i love to go to bear lake in the summer. it is so much fun. we go quite a bit just for the day. we pack up early in the morning and spend the day splashing in the water. i have been coming here since i was a little girl, i have made so many memories here with my parents and siblings. i hope that stands to be the same with my kiddos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279349304533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQ5OHuIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mAUDylZHYlk/s320/101_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is me and my little sis kate...cheesin' it up for the camera!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQvFCX2kI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4T1Awa4-47M/s1600-h/101_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279175067490882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQvFCX2kI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4T1Awa4-47M/s320/101_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kysa wasn't so sure about the water and the sand. this is her first time in the bear lake water. after a bit of time she started to tolerate it, not love it! i could not get her to look at the camera for anything. i have a entire days worth of pictures that she is either staring down, up, to the side or my favorite....the back of her head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQnAq_8mI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A4NoUeoUwOc/s1600-h/101_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279036456759906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQnAq_8mI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A4NoUeoUwOc/s320/101_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wyatt loves the water...but his favorite is the sand, he loves to cover himself and anyone within throwing distance with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQcgMSH5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/CL47xh6unFs/s1600-h/101_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223278855939301266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQcgMSH5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/CL47xh6unFs/s320/101_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;paxton found this sea shell. he was so proud of it. by bear lake standards this little shell is actually quite large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279506143728978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzRCWZGVVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5b1G7iv69f0/s320/101_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then the best way to end a day at bear lake is to stop on the way home for a burger and a shake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-5591099977220777537?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/5591099977220777537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=5591099977220777537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5591099977220777537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/5591099977220777537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-two-keepin-cool-in-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHzQ5OHuIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mAUDylZHYlk/s72-c/101_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3837414234179064226</id><published>2008-07-14T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:09:24.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHtbt3uZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jWNHPqXSj_k/s1600-h/101_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222869036477050434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHtbt3uZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jWNHPqXSj_k/s320/101_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;papa perry a new-bee to the blogging world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;yes ladies and gentlemen, hades has frozen over! and what i mean by that is that i freakin' knew how to do something on the computer that my dad, Perry "the freakin' computer genius" koger did not know how to do. let me explain...my dad works with computers all day long, infact he trains others how to do things on computers so needless to say he is very computer savy, while on the other hand i am not! it took jaclyn coming over to my house and walking me through every little step to even make this blog (thanks jac)! so i was at my parents house last night and over cake and icecream my dad asks me "hey sis, will you show me how to get music on your blog?" i couldn't believe my ears. i knew i had hit the mother load of gloating ever! so of course i showed him (it did take a few back turns so figure it out again, but who needs to know that, right?) so i just want all of you out there to know, i knew something my daddy didn't...this is probably going to be the only time in my life that i can ever say this because isn't always true ladies,&lt;strong&gt; your daddy will always be the smartest man you know???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHtZ9K97wII/AAAAAAAAAOw/dUQhBZtUqBU/s1600-h/100_4076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222867100317237378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHtZ9K97wII/AAAAAAAAAOw/dUQhBZtUqBU/s320/100_4076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;DAY ONE- favorite summertime activity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i can't really say that i have just one fav thing to do in the summer, but seeming how i have a summer birthday it has to be one of my favorites. this is my and stephanies favorite bithday cake that my mom has made us every year for as long as i can remember. it is just your average chocolate cake, but the icing is to die for. i will have to post a the reciepe when i have a few extra minutes...we are headed to bear lake for the day!&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/6601190478115495768-3837414234179064226?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3837414234179064226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3837414234179064226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3837414234179064226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3837414234179064226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/papa-perry-new-bee-to-blogging-world.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHtbt3uZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jWNHPqXSj_k/s72-c/101_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7088896624955072633</id><published>2008-07-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:46:50.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmVaUCQ95I/AAAAAAAAAOo/BMSTICH5ri4/s1600-h/100_4070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222369522200147858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmVaUCQ95I/AAAAAAAAAOo/BMSTICH5ri4/s320/100_4070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;here is a cute haircut and color i did today on my friend christine. i loved how it turned out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmR__0TFzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S5IakQLA1p4/s1600-h/100_4068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222365771561375538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmR__0TFzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S5IakQLA1p4/s320/100_4068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;happy birthday to me day 'o' fun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so allan is such a great husband. he took the day off on friday and we spent the entire day together. first we picked up the front runner in ogden and rode to slc. we then walked the few blocks to the gateway, had a delish lunch at costa vida! then off to the megaplex. it is not often that allan and i get to go out to the movies, seeming how the three little ones will not sit still through one. we went and saw "get smart". it was really fun. i liked it. then off to do some shopping. it was so fun. allan was so good to go into all the stores that i wanted and was so patient as i tried on thing after thing. i came out with some loot though, a new pair of shorts, two shirts, purfume, smelly lotion and some school clothes for pax. then my sis and her hubby shane met us for dinner. steph and i make it a point to spend time together for our birthday! shane suggested a little italian place called bocca di beppos (i probably slaughtered the spelling) it was really quite good. they serve all their food family style, needless to say we totally over-ordered. the pizza was the best, followed by the alfredo coming in at a close second! allan and i then said goodbye to the regans and went to another show. this time we saw hancock. it too was good. totally not what i expected. but it doesn't take much for me to like a show. i dont' need anything too in depth...just entertaining. by the time the movie got out we had about and hour to get back to the train station. okay so let me just tell you how scary it was walking back. it was 10:30 at night and mind you it is not the best part of town. i was really nervous. allan thought i was a crazy. there were some police out patroling, okay not really patroling at the moment cuz they were arresting some drunk. was a great way to finish my day. no, really though i had a great fun filled day. i was so pooped by the end of it that i slept on allan shoulder the entire way home. how sweet! i just want to quickly thank my mom and chantelle for watching the kids so that allan and i could have this much need time to ourselves. its was so awsome of you...thanks again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;mY daRlinG diSh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222364687623708898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmRA51a4OI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TM-YiaqEiVc/s320/100_4063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmQ5Z19qGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hkgRl-hnR2o/s1600-h/100_4066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222364558776969314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmQ5Z19qGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hkgRl-hnR2o/s320/100_4066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmQxoHORLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6J1a-Gsonvs/s1600-h/100_4064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222364425168503986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmQxoHORLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6J1a-Gsonvs/s320/100_4064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;isn't she the cutest dish you have ever seen? kysa was having a ball playing on the dishwasher door. i couldn't for the life of me get her to stay off. isn't it always that way with kids...you just can never get anything done when they are around! oh well, i will take a distraction like this any day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-7088896624955072633?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7088896624955072633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7088896624955072633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7088896624955072633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7088896624955072633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-is-cute-haircut-and-color-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHmVaUCQ95I/AAAAAAAAAOo/BMSTICH5ri4/s72-c/100_4070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1922931342645190092</id><published>2008-07-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:16:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHWW65v3hQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pgjogGbnrYo/s1600-h/100_4062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221245281684129026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHWW65v3hQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pgjogGbnrYo/s320/100_4062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;oNe yEar olDeR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so that is right, today is my (oh yeah and my twin sis'-happy birthday steph) 27th birthday! this is a picture of me and my girlfriends. (daja, heather, danielle, monique and me. we have all been friends since the 7th grade). for each of our birthdays we get together and go to dinner. we went to chillis and then to cold stone-yummy! the girls all spoiled me. thanks so much ladies. i love getting together with all of you. allan was a little put out that i didn't spend the evening with him, but he took the entire day off on friday so that we could spend it in slc, so i figured he would be fine to be solo tonight. thanks to all who called and wished me a happy day, it is nice to feel loved on your special day. love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks so much Beth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247333059727314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHWYyTt7D9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/t4XWJReftgo/s320/100_4034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i got a package in the mail today from my "my favorite things" swap partner, beth. let me just tell you that i got so spoiled. she sent me some awesome things. i would have to say that my fav is the little dress she made for kysa that says "man eater" i will take some pictures of her in it soon. thanks so much beth i really loved everything that you sent. i am glad that i have gotten to know you. you are such a fun girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1922931342645190092?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1922931342645190092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1922931342645190092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1922931342645190092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1922931342645190092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-older.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHWW65v3hQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pgjogGbnrYo/s72-c/100_4062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1864052077961563241</id><published>2008-07-06T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:17:13.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD44deiocI/AAAAAAAAANo/UQayhKIbPwA/s1600-h/100_3946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945616991494594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD44deiocI/AAAAAAAAANo/UQayhKIbPwA/s320/100_3946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hAppY 4th oF jUly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so this is the first year that i haven't spent the 4th with my family. they decided to not come down this year, i guess that their 4-wheelers were feeling neglected so they spent the day out riding. our good friends april and jeff (jeff was one of allans mission companions, april and i are on the same dodgeball team) invited us to spend the holiday with them and jeffs sisters. we had so much fun!!! we woke up early to make it to the riverdale parade. it was great we saw my uncle randy driving one of the fire trucks. he threw us a lot of candy! after the parade we went to the carnival. i was a little disapointed, they really didn't have much for the kids to do, but dad made up for it by buy the boys both a rubberband gun. they love them. we had to tell them that we don't shoot people. that is still really hard for wyatt to understand. supposedly people make sucha a great target! after the carnival we were all starving. so we headed over to the neighorbood applebees for some grub. it was delish as usual. after eating we headed home for some much needed shut eye. the kids had already had such a long day and we still had more fun to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4xUOjw2I/AAAAAAAAANg/Q9yQxbxppRA/s1600-h/100_3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945494249456482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4xUOjw2I/AAAAAAAAANg/Q9yQxbxppRA/s320/100_3949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after our naps, we went to jeffs parents house for swimming on these awesome waterslides that the kids has a riot on, and for a bbq. jeff and aprils oldest girl, aspyn got this waterslide for her birthday. it was so huge. it had 3 slides and pools at the bottom of each. the kids has such a good time. it was the best babysitter yet. bekkie, joey and the boys ended up joining us a bit later in the day. all the adults played a game called kubb. it is a game that allan and jeff played in sweden on their mish. it was so much fun. allan and i need to get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4hFiq-QI/AAAAAAAAANY/jTsv_R28rvA/s1600-h/100_3965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219945215429376258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4hFiq-QI/AAAAAAAAANY/jTsv_R28rvA/s320/100_3965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here are the munchkins enjoying the firework show. jeffs parents live in prime firework location. we were able to see riverdale, plain city, north ogden and raptors stadiums firework show. it was awesome, beside the fact that allan and jeff were giving us their own little show! we all had such a good time and the kids all played so well together. thanks so much for inviting us jeff and april, we love getting together with your family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haPpY biRtHdaY kySa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4OMHO5hI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Ds_TXHni8E/s1600-h/100_4012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219944890775823890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4OMHO5hI/AAAAAAAAANI/2Ds_TXHni8E/s320/100_4012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we finally celebrated ky's 1st birthday...it was only a week late. we just couldn't seem to get a time that everyone could be there. we went to the new park by the athletic club. it was so much fun, the kids loved playing in the water while the adults visited and ate pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is a stuffed dog that ky got from aunt chantelle. kysa loved to give hugs to all the babies and animals that she got. (which was quite a few, it is so much fun to get a little girl a baby)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ky also got a dora ride on toy from grandma becky and aunt kate, she got the cutest little red cowgirl boots from papa perry, a giggling baby from uncle nate, pink and purple princess blocks from the oneals, shape sorter from the davis' and a hand made animal from melissa bass. uncle rick and abby gave her much needed bath supplies. grandma jenny sewed some adorable dresses for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks so much everyone, you really did spoil my girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4E2EhcWI/AAAAAAAAANA/3S_Mb1L3BIE/s1600-h/100_3999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219944730240053602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD4E2EhcWI/AAAAAAAAANA/3S_Mb1L3BIE/s320/100_3999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here is the birthday princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i got ky a really cute little tutu to wear for here bithday. she looked so dang cute crawling around. it is so much fun to have a girl. we got here a carebear bithday cake too. i remember loving carebears when i was little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD36d9bllI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hlT6Nf09fAs/s1600-h/100_4027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219944551969166930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD36d9bllI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hlT6Nf09fAs/s320/100_4027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think that ky loved the cake the most. she was all over it. she was probably the first of my kids to really dig in and eat. we had to push the boys hands into theirs. by the end of the cake massacre ky was nothing but frosting. so bekkie and i gave her a sink bath in the restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD3xObIDcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IQAS2VAYtuA/s1600-h/100_4032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219944393179925954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD3xObIDcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IQAS2VAYtuA/s320/100_4032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we ended the night with a bang. uncle rick and aunt abby came over and we did fireworks. they also gave the kids tons of glow stick, which they loved using as light sabers. ky was scared of the fireworks. she was giving me the death squeeze. i just want to thank all of you who came out to celebrate kys birthday with us. we love you all and are so thankful and you are in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday baby girl, we love you so much and are so grateful you are ours!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-1864052077961563241?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1864052077961563241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1864052077961563241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1864052077961563241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/1864052077961563241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-so-this-is-first-year.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SHD44deiocI/AAAAAAAAANo/UQayhKIbPwA/s72-c/100_3946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-7686118033550133231</id><published>2008-07-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:04:12.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGsIkn6tdwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GuYv6NkbDNc/s1600-h/100_3942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218274018522396418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGsIkn6tdwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GuYv6NkbDNc/s320/100_3942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;fUn iN thE suN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we went to the roy aquatic center today. we had such a great time, even having just come from the doctors to get ky's 12 months shots. she was such a trooper. i felt bad taking her, but we had this day planned for a few days now and i didn't feel it was fair to tell the boys, after already telling them we were going, that we couldn't go since missing the appointment yesterday was my fault. (see yesterdays post for the drama). you would think that having read jaclyns (the mayes five-on my friends list) blog about getting burned at this exact pool, i would have been better about applying sunscreen more regularly to myself, but nooooo. i always have to learn the hard way, that least that is what my mom always told me growing up. so i got really crispy fried today. i was really good about keeping the kids slathered up. oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGsIVJVRM3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Tbb77_jVHew/s1600-h/100_3943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218273752614253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGsIVJVRM3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Tbb77_jVHew/s320/100_3943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;here are the boys after eating a healthy and filling meal of pizza and bread sticks. we did make sure to keep them hydrated. water, water and more water. paxton and wyatt were so mad that that is all they got to drink. it is definatly not their choice beverage. (boys from left to right: wyatt, kade, kole, paxton and Isaiah.)&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/6601190478115495768-7686118033550133231?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/7686118033550133231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=7686118033550133231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7686118033550133231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/7686118033550133231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-in-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGsIkn6tdwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GuYv6NkbDNc/s72-c/100_3942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4015631078478643945</id><published>2008-06-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:40:25.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;south ogdens parade watchers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGnW3e6sRkI/AAAAAAAAALY/BCxaXaQ8v8Y/s1600-h/100_3895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217937891965814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGnW3e6sRkI/AAAAAAAAALY/BCxaXaQ8v8Y/s320/100_3895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so i can't believe how fast time is flying by. it has been forever since i have typed. lets see if i can fill you in.... wednesday we went to the south ogden parade. it was a lot of fun. the boys had a great time hanging out with their "new cousins" (this is what paxton and wyatt call allans cousins kids). little ashley told me that when we were at her house on tuesday that she and wyatt kissed, because they "lobe each other" (yes lobe with a b). i had to explain to wyatt that we shouldn't be kissing anyone especially not our new cousins! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;posing at the logan temple-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217938108208688738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGnXEEfArmI/AAAAAAAAALg/xUynO67ZoQQ/s320/100_3937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;thursday i spent the entire day helping out at my aunt and uncles house to get ready for my cousin codys wedding reception that was to be held on friday. friday was a crazy day, it started at 4:30am. i did cody's fiances hair for their wedding. it was so freakin early, but her hair turned out beautiful. i would wake up again just for you robyn! then after robyn left i tried to keep my eyes open but i just couldn't do it. so i woke up late and had to rush to the logan temple. it was such a beautiful day to get married. i also go married in the logan temple but it was in february. so needless to say it was so dang cold. the boys thought that it was so cool that they were at jesus' house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;happy first birthday ky-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217939983361436498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGnYxN-Q61I/AAAAAAAAALo/GA3POtVW4Ns/s320/100_3911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;can you believe that she is one! i sure can't. i had a really hard time with ky turning one. since she is my last baby i have really not been looking forward to this. i really want her to stay my baby. she is growing so fast. i love her and am so grateful that i get to be a mom to such a beautiful and precious little girl. happy birthday kysa. we haven't had a bday party yet, it is scheduled for this saturday. so i will have to post some pictures of the big event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;then on sunday we had a homecoming to go to. allans cousin/one of his best friends clint, came home from his mission to england. allan was so excited to see him. he would not have missed this for the world. life was not the same while clint was gone. welcome home clint! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;today i was supposed to take ky to the doctors to get her 12 month shots. so i was getting ready, loading the diaper bag in the kitchen when i looked over at the calendar and saw that ky's appointment was at 10:15 not 10:40 like i had thought it was. so i look at the clock it says 10:17, i freak out, throw the kids in the car and head to roy to the doctors office. by the time i get there (dang construction on riverdale road) it is 10:35. i go up to the front desk, explain that i thought my appointment was at 10:40 and see if they can still get me in. well if you know my luck at all then you will know the answer that i got....no, the doctors were way too busy and over booked to try to fit me back in to the days schedule. so i had to make a new appointment for tomorrow. it again is at 10:15, hopefully i can't try not to be a spaz and make it there on time. &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/6601190478115495768-4015631078478643945?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4015631078478643945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4015631078478643945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4015631078478643945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4015631078478643945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/south-ogdens-parade-watchers-so-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SGnW3e6sRkI/AAAAAAAAALY/BCxaXaQ8v8Y/s72-c/100_3895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4513373070650335548</id><published>2008-06-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:22:44.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214937164084468434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8tuIc82tI/AAAAAAAAAK0/As9ef4pdp3Q/s320/100_3867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hAppY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;31sT biRthDay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;today is my oldest brother nates birthday. birthdays are a really big deal to nate. we are reminded from the 1st day of june that his birthday is june 22, nobody can use the excuse that they forgot! we decided to go to mom and dads for a bbq for nate and shanes birthdays (shane is my bro-in-law). we had such a good time. the food was delish and the entertainment was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214938261451195442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8uuAdkRDI/AAAAAAAAALA/CPReWXVMwBc/s320/100_3874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;stephanie got a bag of water balloons. there were 250 and we filled them all, with a few brakes here and there. we played water balloon volleyball. it was so much fun. the hardest part was trying to keep the kids from throwing them at each other...so needless to say our little game of volleyball turned into a huge water fight, but seriously can you have water balloons and not start a war?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214939581121825362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8v60nkClI/AAAAAAAAALI/6K1ns2Sz5Zs/s320/100_3883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;here is a pic of allan and i enjoying our evening together! it is not often that i get a picture that i like enough to of us to share.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214940659463126242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8w5lwKfOI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eSdzbY4fgaQ/s320/100_3869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;here is nate and i. he is wearing the hat that i got him for his birthday. he has been wanting one for a while now. he is usually such and easy person to please. happy 31st birthday bubba, i love you and am so glad that you are my big brother. you are the BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4513373070650335548?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4513373070650335548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4513373070650335548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4513373070650335548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4513373070650335548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-31st-birthday-today-is-my-oldest.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8tuIc82tI/AAAAAAAAAK0/As9ef4pdp3Q/s72-c/100_3867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3769712808300085875</id><published>2008-06-22T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:57:20.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8r_vN1VAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u0KeXmI6F0E/s1600-h/100_3864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214935267524563970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8r_vN1VAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u0KeXmI6F0E/s320/100_3864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;our new favorite place.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we went to the new park by our house on friday with mindy and her girls. we had such an awesome time, the boys have talked of nothing else but when we can go back. not only is it a park with a huge playground, but it has a splash pad (lots of water toys that spray, squirt, shoot). we spent almost four hours there! thanks min, we had a great time and can't wait to go again. if anyone wants to go let me know!!! here is a pic of mindys oldest lynn with paxton and wyatt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-3769712808300085875?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3769712808300085875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3769712808300085875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3769712808300085875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3769712808300085875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-new-favorite-place.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SF8r_vN1VAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u0KeXmI6F0E/s72-c/100_3864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-78981227012657421</id><published>2008-06-19T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:08:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFs5522-psI/AAAAAAAAAKk/v1HSUocX7TI/s1600-h/100_3859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824659752920770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFs5522-psI/AAAAAAAAAKk/v1HSUocX7TI/s320/100_3859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;What would summer be without friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at the beginning of the week we got a darling invite (made my our little friend tyla) to come to the jeffs' house for a swimming party. so naturally of course, the boys have talked of nothing else but when we get to go to the party. well today was the day. we had such a good time. the boys had so many friends to play with and we moms got a good visit. thanks so much for inviting us to come over and play camilla. we had a wonderful time and are so blessed to have such awesome neighbors. we for sure need to do it again! &lt;/span&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/6601190478115495768-78981227012657421?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFs5522-psI/AAAAAAAAAKk/v1HSUocX7TI/s72-c/100_3859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-6710723782412382188</id><published>2008-06-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:18:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFcAICPjnjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OZf6WagzbS8/s1600-h/100_3852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212635231745711666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFcAICPjnjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OZf6WagzbS8/s200/100_3852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFcATLrVX_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DeEdf5aJLmc/s1600-h/100_3855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212635423256698866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFcATLrVX_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DeEdf5aJLmc/s200/100_3855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212635000046045202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFb_6jGDSBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dqPdAg1pdTU/s320/100_3851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;sUcha giRl tHinG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;isn't it such a girl thing to love a phone. well kysa has discovered that she loves them! whenever she finds one she holds it up to her ear and squaks. how is it that they learn this ability so early??? i really don't like it when the kids play with my cell phone, but i find myself giving in to her so often to hear and watch her play "phone". we have boughten many a fake phone, but how is it that they know? even an old cell phone that isn't working she won't use. she thought she was pretty sneaky getting the phone out of the diaper bag today, that i had to capture her on film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-6710723782412382188?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/6710723782412382188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=6710723782412382188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6710723782412382188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/6710723782412382188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/sucha-girl-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFcAICPjnjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OZf6WagzbS8/s72-c/100_3852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4246692914373613960</id><published>2008-06-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:50:13.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFVHJ8iLadI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ujQPBnbWd30/s1600-h/100_3000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212150379945093586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFVHJ8iLadI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ujQPBnbWd30/s200/100_3000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ode to my dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy fathers day dad! thanks for being such a fun and loving dad growing up, for all the fun things you did with us. i still remember all the soccer games we refereed together, the camping trips, going on drives up the canyon. we are lucky to have a dad that loved to spend time with us. now my kids get to experience such a wonderful grand-FATHER! we love you and are so glad that you are our dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4246692914373613960?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4246692914373613960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4246692914373613960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4246692914373613960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4246692914373613960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-my-dad-happy-fathers-day-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFVHJ8iLadI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ujQPBnbWd30/s72-c/100_3000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3758938068547969635</id><published>2008-06-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:29:30.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFU-dmDbL-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/R7Z-uI3adsg/s1600-h/100_3651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212140821903257570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFU-dmDbL-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/R7Z-uI3adsg/s320/100_3651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;haPpY faTheRs daY tO thE beSt daDdy I kNow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;what can i say to really tell how i feel about the man who i love so much. he is the greatest dad, husband, provider, son, and friend. he is such a caring man especially to his family. he would do just about anything to help someone in need. he is very generous, kind, patient (especially with his family), supportive, loving, funny, just an all round joy to be married to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;thank you allan for all that you do for us, i know that life around here is not always the easiest, most fun, or calm by any means, but you always seem to take things in stride. i know that if we ever needed you, you would be there. thanks for always making me and the kids feel so loved and that we are numero uno! i love you thanks for being the daddy i always dreamed my kids would have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-3758938068547969635?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3758938068547969635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3758938068547969635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3758938068547969635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3758938068547969635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-to-best-daddy-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFU-dmDbL-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/R7Z-uI3adsg/s72-c/100_3651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4956409886689362538</id><published>2008-06-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:04:15.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFPrFgrhKtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WGKULw4iKRY/s1600-h/100_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211767673702132434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFPrFgrhKtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WGKULw4iKRY/s200/100_3799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;tHerE iS nO pLacE liKe BeaR laKe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we just got back from bear lake yesterday! we had an awesome time. it was freakishly cold weather, but we made the best of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;it is a good thing that papa perry brought up the wii so that the boys would have something fun to do while it stormed. i knew that the beginning of june wouldn't be warm enough to go into the lake, but i didn't expect hail and snow. i didn't know how to pack so i just thew in a bit of everything...needless to say we wore all of our winter clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;by the end of the week we were all pretty good at bowling and golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211952522912116802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFSTNJpgsEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sb0aUaA9wgI/s200/100_3818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;only in utah would we be crazy enough to get into a swimming pool at 55 degrees. granted the pool was heated, but the quick jaunt from the pool to the condo was really cold. here is ky in her cute bathing suit. it was the first time that she has been able to wear it...she didn't even get in the pool, even though &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; were crazy i didn't want her to catch her death! so let me just tell you about my scary moment while swimming, so me and my sis where in the hot tub, wyatt was sitting on the edge and steph (sis) asked me to re-tie her swim suit top. so while i was doing this wyatt jumped into the spa without anyone noticing. so i turn around and all i see is wyatt totally submersed in water with only the very tips of his out stretched hands. i freaked!!! i got to him and lifted him up. he was gasping and coughing so hard. luckily he hadn't been down for too long, but it was long enough to give us both a huge scare! needless to say we didn't leave eachothers sides the rest of the time swimming. i can't even tell you how crappy of a mom i felt i was. i was so guilty, especially seeing that fear and panic that was on his face. it is a look i will never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211956019765417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFSWYscTlGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/frh0lOH8xAM/s200/100_3827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;our last night at bear lake we had to roast marshmellows and make smores. we hadn't done this since the first time we went to the condo four years ago. paxton loved it! he only ate one smore and decided that it was enough but he roasted many a more marshmellows after. ky loved the marshmellows and graham crackers. i know that smores is a traditional camping event and we weren't really "roughing it" but we had such a good time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;thanks mom and dad, we always have such a good time when we go with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4956409886689362538?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4956409886689362538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4956409886689362538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4956409886689362538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4956409886689362538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-no-place-like-bear-lake-we.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SFPrFgrhKtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WGKULw4iKRY/s72-c/100_3799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-4617818678176758105</id><published>2008-06-05T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:29:48.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, it has been a while since i last typed. things have been crazy. i feel like my life is not my own. i am sure you can all relate. i went to my parents house (in cache valley) for a couple of days. it was nice. i did my brothers girlfriends hair, went shopping with my mom...got some really cute scrapbook paper and some new flip flops, cuz you can never have enough pairs of flip flops. the boys were dying for their papa to take them out on the 4-wheelers but it rained the entire time we were there. so maybe next time. we are looking forward to another saturday at lagoon. it is my dads work lagoon day so the whole fam is going to be there...fun times! ky has almost mastered the stairs. this is just one more thing that she is doing that shows me that she is getting too big. she is going to be a year at the end of the month. any ideas for a really cute 1st birthday????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;well hope all is well with you all. i need to be better at documenting our days with some pictures. i always forget my camera. hopefully i will be better!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-4617818678176758105?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/4617818678176758105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=4617818678176758105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4617818678176758105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/4617818678176758105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-it-has-been-while-since-i-last-typed.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-3806906956519362996</id><published>2008-05-30T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:47:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SEDUbfIcCzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6sa0h6MuaiE/s1600-h/100_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206394737918741298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SEDUbfIcCzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6sa0h6MuaiE/s320/100_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fLasHbAck fRidaY: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love this picture. paxton was about 3 and wyatt about 1. they are so different, yet so much alike. they love doing everything together. paxton loves to draw, look at books, play video games and make things. wyatt loves to be outside playing on his scooter, he is always the first to help me bake, he likes to do anything the big kids are doing. i can't believe how much they have grown right before my eyes. it amazes me that paxton is going to be in kindergarten this next year (wyatt starts pre-school). everybody asks me if i am going to cry when i send pax off to his first day of school. i don't think that i will. he is so excited and ready to go that how can i be upset or sad. he is growing up....i might as well embrace it! i love that my two boys are such good little buddies. they definatly have their moments when i want to konk their little heads together, but they are good boys and i am so blessed to be their mom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-3806906956519362996?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/3806906956519362996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=3806906956519362996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3806906956519362996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/3806906956519362996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/05/flashback-friday-i-love-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SEDUbfIcCzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6sa0h6MuaiE/s72-c/100_0297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-8265354766794216700</id><published>2008-05-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:02:11.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SECGQvIcCyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3zQl89FHxx0/s1600-h/100_3749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206308791328181026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SECGQvIcCyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3zQl89FHxx0/s200/100_3749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SECGH_IcCxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nGwVL6o38hE/s1600-h/100_3748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206308641004325650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SECGH_IcCxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nGwVL6o38hE/s200/100_3748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;lOckS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;LoVe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;my sis-in-law christina decided to do such a noble and selfless act. she cut off 12 inches of hair and donated it to locks of love. this is the second time that christina has done this. i think that it is so cool that a 12 year old would be thoughtful enough to think of others that are going through something most of us have never gone through. so today christina you are my &lt;strong&gt;HERO! &lt;/strong&gt;i think that you are so awesome and i love your new hair cut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6601190478115495768-8265354766794216700?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/8265354766794216700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=8265354766794216700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8265354766794216700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6601190478115495768/posts/default/8265354766794216700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/2008/05/locks-of-love-my-sis-in-law-christina.html' title=''/><author><name>stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133869814007046455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/S2MEkgdj-eI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UlV6ZXagTJw/S220/disc+from+dad+(family+photos)+842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SECGQvIcCyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3zQl89FHxx0/s72-c/100_3749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601190478115495768.post-1035621985173191955</id><published>2008-05-28T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:18:42.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SD4mRMRqmSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9txsDzjHkWc/s1600-h/100_3661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205640296081824034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T2YUkFVv0C8/SD4mRMRqmSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9txsDzjHkWc/s200/100_3661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hUsbaNd tAg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;okay min, sorry this has taken so long, this is for you. it seems like allan and i don't have a second of time to just chill and talk. so better late than never huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me: what is your full name? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;allan: allan james ronnow, you know that stace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how long have you been married? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you know that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, how long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6years 3months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what is your dream job? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hmmm, anything to do with video gaming. either playing, testing, producing, designing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really video games? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yeah everyday at work it would be like you weren't at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what is your ideal music? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ideal? there isn't any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing that you like more than others? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nope, its all pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what is your dream car? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(eyebrows raised &amp;amp; laughing) if cost wasn't considered, a lamborgini murciealgo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(sorry about the spelling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as far as practical any year of a trans am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and thats practical with a family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as far as cost wise, yeah. i am only moving me around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what is your claim to fame? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(shaking his head) i don't have one. i am your everyday, average, ordinary, good at everything, great at nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what do you like to do? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;spending time with my kids (smiling). i like to play sports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh whatever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i like playing video games, but never sport video games...unless its on the wii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whats your biggest fear? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;umm...biggest fear is, to find myself in a situation that i can't provide for my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awwwe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what animal describes you? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;an otter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because they are playful, they are social, and like to take care of one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that is not an animal that i would have guessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hey, you think an otter is nice till you mess with one of its babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you could live in any era, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;right now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is no better time to live than now. we have the most technology, medical knowledge, modern conviences like air conditioning. lives are so much eaiser then they used to be. i'd choose the future if i knew what was in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whats your guiltiest pleasure? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what does that mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take it whatever way you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ummm, i'd have to say (shaking his head) i don't know (thinking)(thinking some more) i don't know, i really don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what do you love about me? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(laughing) let me count the ways one-one thousand, two-one thousand. your obviously a good mom, but i didn't know that when i married you, but you were always nice to everyone. your eyes! not only are they pretty, but they show your feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(laughing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what? are you getting this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lets face it, i am a sucker for boobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so when we come down to it, you like my boobs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;were you not listening...eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;k we are done, thanks, love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;love you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;i am tagging danielle &amp;amp; sharee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6601190478115495768-1035621985173191955?l=stacyronnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyronnow.blogspot.com/feeds/1035621985173191955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6601190478115495768&amp;postID=1035621985173191955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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