<?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-8989723717964749165</id><updated>2011-11-30T15:15:45.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Neapolitan Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoying the flavors of life.....chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-4996457929473671397</id><published>2010-05-08T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:56:32.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liam 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>A little about Liam's 2 week picture day. He was not happy to be there. I was shocked that we actually got some pictures. He would cry if we didn't have the binky in. So we would pull it out right before she took the shot. Then he would cry, I would calm him down and we would try another pose. The crazy part about it is he is a really calm baby all the time except for that 1 hour. Naughty baby, sure is lucky he is adorable. I am not sure what this says about his personality. I guess he just wanted to show me, who is really in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9YTj8k2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/nZ2K4N8CLI4/s1600/fn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469126285265245026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9YTj8k2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/nZ2K4N8CLI4/s320/fn9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9X1h4XKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LtPj3Aq9I9U/s1600/fn19b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469126277203516578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9X1h4XKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LtPj3Aq9I9U/s320/fn19b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9XefIZuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Z2zhyOGEUXs/s1600/fn3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469126271017969378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9XefIZuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Z2zhyOGEUXs/s320/fn3b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9WSZYIGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/F2PFU5VrRJs/s1600/fn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469126250592739426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9WSZYIGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/F2PFU5VrRJs/s320/fn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y2BicUffI/AAAAAAAAAgY/JX2V37cVUSk/s1600/fn17b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118197541404146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y2BicUffI/AAAAAAAAAgY/JX2V37cVUSk/s320/fn17b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y2A_8_vNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/j63evWsVDwM/s1600/fn16b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118188283215058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y2A_8_vNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/j63evWsVDwM/s320/fn16b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y2ANkzIpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iLQpRxHlb0A/s1600/fn12b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118174759953042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y2ANkzIpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iLQpRxHlb0A/s320/fn12b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y1_sBg-KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/B3w_al38jrk/s1600/fn7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118165753591970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y1_sBg-KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/B3w_al38jrk/s320/fn7b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y1-xzxEjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LiQlBJe92Cw/s1600/fn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469118150126670386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y1-xzxEjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LiQlBJe92Cw/s320/fn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-4996457929473671397?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4996457929473671397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=4996457929473671397' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/4996457929473671397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/4996457929473671397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4996457929473671397' title='Liam 2 weeks'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S-Y9YTj8k2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/nZ2K4N8CLI4/s72-c/fn9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-909214276958647046</id><published>2010-04-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:41:43.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS LOVE AT</title><content type='html'>1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIpmWs1BI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Bqj6vKK_4z8/s1600/Baby+Liam+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIpmWs1BI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Bqj6vKK_4z8/s320/Baby+Liam+113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075946578236434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIqAV7P2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/utTFwqfktkI/s1600/Baby+Liam+279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIqAV7P2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/utTFwqfktkI/s320/Baby+Liam+279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075953554308962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 3rd sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIpWdswRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ob30qQZpUwc/s1600/Baby+Liam+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIpWdswRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ob30qQZpUwc/s320/Baby+Liam+106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075942312624402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everyones favorite, they cannot get enough of him. What is absolutely fabulous  is how gentle and concerned they all are about him. The girls I knew would be wonderful with him, Jed was my main concern but he thinks it is way cool to have another "boy" in the house. He told us yesterday that it is Mama's baby and Jedi's baby, but not Austyn, McCaden or Dad's baby. He loves to look at his toes and has to take off his socks and touch them because they are "ittle." Austyn is very good with him but when it isn't her turn to hold him she thinks she needs to "pet" his head. And that is what she says "I just want to pet his head because it is so soft." McCaden has already changed his bum, rocked him to sleep several times, and holds him when I am busy with other things. She is very helpful.  I love the picture of Austyn and the baby if you look at it you can see they have the same profile. I think Liam looks a lot like Austyn's baby pictures with McCadens coloring dark hair, dark skin, however his eye color has us stumped we can't tell what it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIqWzaPqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/erhb1lXW-fI/s1600/Baby+Liam+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIqWzaPqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/erhb1lXW-fI/s320/Baby+Liam+179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459075959583555234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-909214276958647046?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/909214276958647046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=909214276958647046' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/909214276958647046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/909214276958647046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#909214276958647046' title='IT WAS LOVE AT'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KIpmWs1BI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Bqj6vKK_4z8/s72-c/Baby+Liam+113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-884121528053028445</id><published>2010-04-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:40:55.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home!</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to take Baby Liam home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KE_aPurNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5dl1NmR3KhE/s1600/Baby+Liam+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KE_aPurNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5dl1NmR3KhE/s320/Baby+Liam+036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459071923238382802"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn got to come and help. She couldn't get enough of him. She helped dress him, put his binky in when it fell out. She is quite the little mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KEE2HWlnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/L1rrfxB1244/s1600/Baby+Liam+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KEE2HWlnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/L1rrfxB1244/s320/Baby+Liam+031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459070917107160690"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids made me and the baby a poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8IiPT5ZXBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nDSwEiHyZBg/s1600/Baby+Liam+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8IiPT5ZXBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nDSwEiHyZBg/s320/Baby+Liam+118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458963344760855570"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud Papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8IiPIdePII/AAAAAAAAAew/3H9hkMpllbY/s1600/Baby+Liam+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8IiPIdePII/AAAAAAAAAew/3H9hkMpllbY/s320/Baby+Liam+061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458963341690944642"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8IiOse99PI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0CFwxMBL7Bw/s1600/Baby+Liam+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8IiOse99PI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0CFwxMBL7Bw/s320/Baby+Liam+051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458963334181025010"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-884121528053028445?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/884121528053028445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=884121528053028445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/884121528053028445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/884121528053028445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#884121528053028445' title='Going Home!'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S8KE_aPurNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5dl1NmR3KhE/s72-c/Baby+Liam+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-2047524391240949844</id><published>2010-03-21T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:54:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new baby is Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6ZqzBjhdhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xp7JAVMWVcY/s1600-h/baby+birth+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6ZqzBjhdhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xp7JAVMWVcY/s320/baby+birth+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451161823801865746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B-Day to Liam Matthew Feller(we think thats his name).  He weighed in at 8 pounds 12 ounces.  We are glad we started a week early!  He was 21 inches long and he has the chubbiest cheeks I have ever seen.  He is a way mellow baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-2047524391240949844?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2047524391240949844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=2047524391240949844' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/2047524391240949844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/2047524391240949844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2047524391240949844' title='Our new baby is Awesome'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6ZqzBjhdhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xp7JAVMWVcY/s72-c/baby+birth+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-3675326902877774702</id><published>2010-03-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:47:11.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Time! D-Day has arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfX2Y7vvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/V4sFwu9-_UI/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfX2Y7vvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/V4sFwu9-_UI/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450727049855221490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfXCtPGpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mijAx5fhvWk/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfXCtPGpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mijAx5fhvWk/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450727035981732498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfWTej_5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/nb0-oyKfrNY/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfWTej_5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/nb0-oyKfrNY/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450727023303720850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfVnG8kdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Yuh4SqsZ-n8/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfVnG8kdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Yuh4SqsZ-n8/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450727011393507794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfVa4uzGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/JI_CpMDyNzE/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfVa4uzGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/JI_CpMDyNzE/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450727008112659554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are Off! Amber and Josh have left for the hospital to have the little baby boy! Pictures soon to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-3675326902877774702?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3675326902877774702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=3675326902877774702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3675326902877774702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3675326902877774702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3675326902877774702' title='Its Time! D-Day has arrived!'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6TfX2Y7vvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/V4sFwu9-_UI/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-3439128440214968220</id><published>2010-03-19T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:08:34.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cowgirl, Cowboy, and Pocahontas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn loved being a cowgirl, her and Jed were so cute with their Yee Haws, and little guns. This was the first year that Austyn actually ran up to the doors and knocked with McCaden. We have always had to walk her up to the door while she held out her bag from behind our knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS8qF0XfI/AAAAAAAAAco/mFqewC2c4d0/s1600-h/October+2009+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450431913581108722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS8qF0XfI/AAAAAAAAAco/mFqewC2c4d0/s320/October+2009+123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PP0cpp8uI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5Isq2yvf3Ok/s1600-h/October+2009+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450428473999487714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PP0cpp8uI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5Isq2yvf3Ok/s320/October+2009+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCaden was so excited to be Pocahontas because she thinks she looks like her. For some reason she is a very serious Pocahontas in all of the pictures we took of her. They always have a parade for school it is always fun to see the other kids costumes, but a real treat to see your kid having so much fun and looking adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPzmV7cqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4mfcOtvKNb8/s1600-h/October+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450428459421233826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPzmV7cqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4mfcOtvKNb8/s320/October+2009+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPzFfWM3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8Amd3ceW8hQ/s1600-h/October+2009+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450428450602365810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPzFfWM3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8Amd3ceW8hQ/s320/October+2009+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a handsome cowboy. He made me nervous all night running from house to house in those cute cowboy boots. I thought he was going to fall flat on his face. He also is the opposite of Austyn and occasionally invited himself into others houses. Way to cute to be told no by strangers we eventually had to stay close enough to grab his arm before he entered. He loved halloween that night, but had nightmares for weeks after. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPySMaQfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/30692QSI9SI/s1600-h/October+2009+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450428436832731634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPySMaQfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/30692QSI9SI/s320/October+2009+108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPxyoAosI/AAAAAAAAAcA/9MdF9JhirFM/s1600-h/October+2009+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450428428358558402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PPxyoAosI/AAAAAAAAAcA/9MdF9JhirFM/s320/October+2009+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS9H__BoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BFzIViSLEmM/s1600-h/October+2009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450431921609705090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS9H__BoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BFzIViSLEmM/s320/October+2009+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put this picture on to remind me what Jed looked like trying to shoot the gun. It was a little to hard for him so every time his arms would reach up and to the side like this, like it was making it easier to pull the trigger. It was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS9rl5JXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QD2z1r14KOc/s1600-h/October+2009+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450431931163944306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS9rl5JXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QD2z1r14KOc/s320/October+2009+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-3439128440214968220?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3439128440214968220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=3439128440214968220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3439128440214968220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3439128440214968220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3439128440214968220' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6PS8qF0XfI/AAAAAAAAAco/mFqewC2c4d0/s72-c/October+2009+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-6453635609871128706</id><published>2010-03-18T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:13:22.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless McCaden</title><content type='html'>McCaden lost both her front teeth the same week in September. It of course was quite an ordeal. They had been lose for months and she wouldn't let us touch them. Sometimes you have to use tough love. After I pulled them out which I do not like doing it gives me the chills she admitted it didn't hurt. I promise the screaming was loud enough for the block to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when will they grow back it has been months and they are only half way out. I thought her gap would be gone when her adult teeth started coming in. But apparently she had so much room that even with bigger teeth she still has a gap. We know this is good it just suprised me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLyDe1MWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/74oloo74vHk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450072191116063074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLyDe1MWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/74oloo74vHk/s320/Easter++March+2009+163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLypec45I/AAAAAAAAAbw/j-5rngtDzLM/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450072201315017618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLypec45I/AAAAAAAAAbw/j-5rngtDzLM/s320/Easter++March+2009+166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while looking for her teeth pictures. Jed is a very good sport when it comes to letting Austyn play house. I think his arms show his secret frustraion, but he can't stand to be left out of &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; they play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLzVePl8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/su1Pl5BOXV8/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450072213125306306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLzVePl8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/su1Pl5BOXV8/s320/Easter++March+2009+156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-6453635609871128706?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6453635609871128706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=6453635609871128706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/6453635609871128706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/6453635609871128706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6453635609871128706' title='Toothless McCaden'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S6KLyDe1MWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/74oloo74vHk/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-3750195644430201284</id><published>2010-02-24T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:26:59.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And baby makes 6!</title><content type='html'>It's a Boy. Baby Feller is due to join us March 27, 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S5gI_Rbt4OI/AAAAAAAAAbg/73q7LS9lRcQ/s1600-h/Feb+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447113632409051362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S5gI_Rbt4OI/AAAAAAAAAbg/73q7LS9lRcQ/s320/Feb+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it I am announcing baby #4 2 weeks before he is due. This picture was taken a couple weeks ago when I had 6 weeks left. We are thrilled to be having another little boy. All of us but Austyn that is. She did not hide her disappointment and still doesn't. She told us she didn't want another Jed. When we explained that this little brother would be much smaller and would not be big enough to torment her she relented a little. It is like she is hesitantly waiting to see if we are lying. McCaden and Austyn are impatiently awaiting the arrival by taking a chain of paper off a little picture they colored. I feel very blessed that everything has gone smoothly so far and that he is healthy. I can not wait to see what this little guy will look like and what flavor his little spirit will bring to our family. Chocolate, Strawberry, or vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4zPGo1vwlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/L9Wh0p__ZOM/s1600-h/Feb+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443953762533098066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4zPGo1vwlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/L9Wh0p__ZOM/s320/Feb+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4zPGBg54OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fhyTdbR-SRE/s1600-h/Feb+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443953751976698082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4zPGBg54OI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fhyTdbR-SRE/s320/Feb+2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is so sympathetic and loves me so much he likes to gain a few pounds just to make me feel better, (or maybe he feels left out) I'm not quite sure! But he comments that he is always at his biggest when I am expecting. Sorry honey I am sure it is the late night snacking I can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4zPFlYmzLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f7isT3UcxK8/s1600-h/Feb+2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443953744425700530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4zPFlYmzLI/AAAAAAAAAbA/f7isT3UcxK8/s320/Feb+2010+011.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/8989723717964749165-3750195644430201284?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3750195644430201284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=3750195644430201284' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3750195644430201284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3750195644430201284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3750195644430201284' title='And baby makes 6!'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S5gI_Rbt4OI/AAAAAAAAAbg/73q7LS9lRcQ/s72-c/Feb+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-528984512774756811</id><published>2010-02-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:34:02.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austyn 4th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcwHu65II/AAAAAAAAAaA/k-VRdwG8vUE/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442279918991500418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcwHu65II/AAAAAAAAAaA/k-VRdwG8vUE/s320/Easter++March+2009+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn had her first ever friend party, for her fourth birthday. She loved it. The only thing she really wanted was a pinata and cake. She got both of course. In fact she got a couple cakes and then we made cupcakes for school and cupcakes for her and her cousins to decorate which is the last picture. Austyn is just recently starting to enjoy being the center of attention, she usually leaves that to McCaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcwaGVJiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/q2KbbPh37fQ/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442279923921528354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcwaGVJiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/q2KbbPh37fQ/s320/Easter++March+2009+159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinata Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4iXdt4QxQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rWUdxLSiFdU/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442766686464820482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4iXdt4QxQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rWUdxLSiFdU/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcw8HSkmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NizEgAhoBDE/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442279933052359266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcw8HSkmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NizEgAhoBDE/s320/Easter++March+2009+181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4iXc2rpM6I/AAAAAAAAAao/KSFzVIg4sjI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442766671647945634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4iXc2rpM6I/AAAAAAAAAao/KSFzVIg4sjI/s320/Easter++March+2009+189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcx_k5pmI/AAAAAAAAAag/pnL3MGkeHIw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442279951161730658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcx_k5pmI/AAAAAAAAAag/pnL3MGkeHIw/s320/Easter++March+2009+205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about Austyn at this age!&lt;br /&gt;I love how your spice has turned mostly to sugar,&lt;br /&gt;I love how you negotiate with such logic it suprises me sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I love that you still call a kitty, a titty it catches everyone off guard,&lt;br /&gt;I love how honest you are, there is never beating around the bush with you,&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love your prayers, how you talk with Jesus about everything that happened that day,&lt;br /&gt;I love how you try to help me but "fordit"&lt;br /&gt;I love when your telling me something and you scrunch your nose,&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love your hugs they are strong and genuine,&lt;br /&gt;I love your red hair, beautiful brown eyes, and the angel kisses across your nose they are absolutley the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Austy Bosty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-528984512774756811?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/528984512774756811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=528984512774756811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/528984512774756811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/528984512774756811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#528984512774756811' title='Austyn 4th Birthday'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4bcwHu65II/AAAAAAAAAaA/k-VRdwG8vUE/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-8263403333370152589</id><published>2010-02-24T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:37:45.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school 2009</title><content type='html'>Preschool for Austyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0RdJnwZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7G8xZBmrwM8/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441953936722870674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0RdJnwZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7G8xZBmrwM8/s200/Easter++March+2009+123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0Q6a-ztI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fY9URo_w9dQ/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441953927400443602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0Q6a-ztI/AAAAAAAAAZU/fY9URo_w9dQ/s200/Easter++March+2009+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Grade for McCaden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0QLVkiEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KPpSDgLdklo/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441953914761283650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0QLVkiEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/KPpSDgLdklo/s200/Easter++March+2009+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0PniZs-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/BsUA_SWrleI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441953905151423458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0PniZs-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/BsUA_SWrleI/s200/Easter++March+2009+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-8263403333370152589?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8263403333370152589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=8263403333370152589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8263403333370152589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8263403333370152589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8263403333370152589' title='First day of school 2009'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4W0RdJnwZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7G8xZBmrwM8/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-5179585413836589851</id><published>2010-02-22T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:09:52.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer 2009</title><content type='html'>This year was the first year where we actually seen McCaden trying to play soccer. In the past soccer usually involved ring around the rosies, a game of chase on the field, or cheerleading. Josh would get so frustrated. For some reason this year it clicked and she actually went after the ball. She also loved being goalie. The first time she was goalie the other team made several goals I think she even made one for them, while trying to stop the ball she kicked it in. But she caught on quick and soon stopped the ball from going in the majority of the time. Josh commented that it was actually fun to watch this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NE0Zib_rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZLZO_yAli34/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441268441792904882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NE0Zib_rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZLZO_yAli34/s320/Easter++March+2009+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NDaH2dqFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UmebyZcsaaw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441266890856835154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NDaH2dqFI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UmebyZcsaaw/s320/Easter++March+2009+107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NDZH8joiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/63LzUw09n4I/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441266873702523426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NDZH8joiI/AAAAAAAAAYk/63LzUw09n4I/s320/Easter++March+2009+101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NCQJ0t1bI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8sQRUFujKho/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441265620076058034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NCQJ0t1bI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8sQRUFujKho/s320/Easter++March+2009+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-5179585413836589851?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5179585413836589851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=5179585413836589851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/5179585413836589851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/5179585413836589851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5179585413836589851' title='Soccer 2009'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S4NE0Zib_rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZLZO_yAli34/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-7172183741631286082</id><published>2010-02-10T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:54:25.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McCaden 7 Years Old</title><content type='html'>So for birthdays in our family I have decided that every other year will be a family party and the other a friend party. Why you ask? I am not a real fan of planning and giving parties, yet I want my kids to experience it all. The funny thing is that the family parties are usually even bigger then the friend ones. So for McCaden's 7th Birthday we celebrated in Bear Lake with all my family and extended family on my mom's side, and then we had a little birthday cake with just our little fam. (Mostly because I couldn't get a cake in the cooler or to Bear Lake with out it melting I had done that the year before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3MWydbAFdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cFJ3QZN9WFg/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436714231313470930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3MWydbAFdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cFJ3QZN9WFg/s320/Easter++March+2009+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3MYIzcqfjI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qHAr5MQ156k/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436715714694774322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3MYIzcqfjI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qHAr5MQ156k/s320/Easter++March+2009+127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3MZViL7q4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/CR0Z_2GrUh4/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I love about McCaden at 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you are so sweet to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I love how helpful you are.&lt;br /&gt;I love how animated you are when you talk with us your whole face and body tell the story along with your words.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you can read to your brother and sister now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how beautiful you are.&lt;br /&gt;You have hair to die for and the hair I always wish I had.(even the color)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are a bit dramatic but it makes me laugh because it reminds me of your dad.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you are forgiving, as the oldest I feel like I make most of my parenting mistakes on you.&lt;br /&gt;I love that I get to be your mother.&lt;br /&gt;I Love you buggas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8989723717964749165-7172183741631286082?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7172183741631286082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=7172183741631286082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/7172183741631286082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/7172183741631286082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7172183741631286082' title='McCaden 7 Years Old'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3MWydbAFdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cFJ3QZN9WFg/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-6521652358873757415</id><published>2010-02-08T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:54:21.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance</title><content type='html'>Austyn was in her very first dance class ballet/tap. She loved it! She was 31/2 at the time of the recital and I couldn't believe how well she did the whole dance. There was a girl by her (you can see in one of the pictures Austyn giving her a dirty look) that wouldn't stay in her spot. Austyn eventually got fed up with her and physically scooted her to her spot and then went back to her spot to finish the dance. It was very funny, we do have it on film I just haven't learned how to post those yet. I was worried about Austyn's shy personality around others and that she wouldn't perform once she got out there. She proved me very wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G9475hT1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/I5OlR7dp0Cs/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436335011062173522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G9475hT1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/I5OlR7dp0Cs/s320/Easter++March+2009+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G94XQt-eI/AAAAAAAAAXU/n32Tjr5GO4c/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436335001227360738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G94XQt-eI/AAAAAAAAAXU/n32Tjr5GO4c/s320/Easter++March+2009+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G939J0jLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/s6s7ov8IKlA/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436334994219109554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G939J0jLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/s6s7ov8IKlA/s320/Easter++March+2009+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPB6xZm_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/CSg0c12HEn0/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436283488331996146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPB6xZm_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/CSg0c12HEn0/s320/Easter++March+2009+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPBijzQsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xEmp7xjEByE/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436283481832506050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPBijzQsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xEmp7xjEByE/s320/Easter++March+2009+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPBHIzYcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bRJtcV_G1Wo/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436283474471510466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPBHIzYcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bRJtcV_G1Wo/s320/Easter++March+2009+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCaden was in Ballet/Jazz and did so well. She of course loves to get up in front of people and always has. They were both very cute and it was fun to watch because they both knew their dances and looked like they were having lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPAviApAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6M6bnn4SMCw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436283468134786050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPAviApAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6M6bnn4SMCw/s320/Easter++March+2009+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPAHJlnWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BC-oIXUg6QI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436283457294933346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GPAHJlnWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BC-oIXUg6QI/s320/Easter++March+2009+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GNAr49LwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ni4su8FmJhY/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436281268134031106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GNAr49LwI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ni4su8FmJhY/s320/Easter++March+2009+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GNALOrcPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/dXLOlnwlaLI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436281259366772978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3GNALOrcPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/dXLOlnwlaLI/s320/Easter++March+2009+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-6521652358873757415?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6521652358873757415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=6521652358873757415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/6521652358873757415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/6521652358873757415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6521652358873757415' title='Let&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S3G9475hT1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/I5OlR7dp0Cs/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-5238386978986253361</id><published>2010-02-04T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:30:52.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun 2009</title><content type='html'>In this effort to get caught up on this blog I am combining all our summer fun. So sorry about all the pictures. This was the first summer in a long time where we found ourselves with no baby, I wasn't pregnant, or nursing. So the plan was to do as much as we could fit in around Josh's work schedule. I have to admit I wasn't a good picture taker I am missing a lot of fun reunions with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raging Waters&lt;br /&gt;My kids have no fear of water which makes this yearly outing a little stressful for me. But every year we go to Raging Waters with Josh's family. His dad holds a party there for all his ortho patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHV726_bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/n8zOWi49cng/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434586186267688370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHV726_bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/n8zOWi49cng/s320/Easter++March+2009+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHVaNvpjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SjPRr98iMiM/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434586177236608562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHVaNvpjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SjPRr98iMiM/s320/Easter++March+2009+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHU4cZz5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/uAOievD4uqg/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434586168171286418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHU4cZz5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/uAOievD4uqg/s320/Easter++March+2009+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHUWpo9VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ah6Gc6-G4dw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434586159099999570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHUWpo9VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ah6Gc6-G4dw/s320/Easter++March+2009+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagoon&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every year we go to lagoon with my family. The kids love the rides, not one of them has been afraid to hop on a moving car, plane, train, or roller coaster. Josh gets to ride all the twirly rides with the kids that is why he is always on the ride pictures with them. They make me so sick. While I was posting these pics Jed asked if we could go there about a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHT3tX2iI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VGnKJNUlJ2k/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434586150794156578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHT3tX2iI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VGnKJNUlJ2k/s320/Easter++March+2009+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFKUYKFaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Pr-V4pWrAZw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434583787667854754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFKUYKFaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Pr-V4pWrAZw/s320/Easter++March+2009+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFJ6DwrJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QcYhvcuYx9A/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434583780602981522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFJ6DwrJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QcYhvcuYx9A/s320/Easter++March+2009+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFJvWDboI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JbCcPnnk0-0/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434583777726918274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFJvWDboI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JbCcPnnk0-0/s320/Easter++March+2009+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFJFdw6II/AAAAAAAAAU8/yVyLjnmGkzg/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434583766484969602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFJFdw6II/AAAAAAAAAU8/yVyLjnmGkzg/s320/Easter++March+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFIrk8YeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fsbdlh08aBM/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434583759535759842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uFIrk8YeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/fsbdlh08aBM/s320/Easter++March+2009+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tilyaUWXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dq6UxRCZBs0/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434545776679475570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tilyaUWXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dq6UxRCZBs0/s320/Easter++March+2009+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uQILsXv3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/89Lp0jLZFis/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uQILsXv3I/AAAAAAAAAWM/89Lp0jLZFis/s320/Easter++March+2009+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434595845604884338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uQHhZ2sWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RvWVuWUvxNA/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uQHhZ2sWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RvWVuWUvxNA/s320/Easter++March+2009+116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434595834252931426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oquirrh Mountain Temple Dedication&lt;br /&gt;The kids really enjoyed seeing how beautiful the temple is inside. My grandma, Aunt Donna and her kids came with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tilV4yMCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_1oZoodPl_A/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434545769022631970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tilV4yMCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_1oZoodPl_A/s320/Easter++March+2009+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tik_FpdOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VrMua1H66vs/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434545762902570210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tik_FpdOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VrMua1H66vs/s320/Easter++March+2009+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Parade and the girls eating candy at our house after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tikjw8NCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/l5vkbluiXro/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434545755567961122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tikjw8NCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/l5vkbluiXro/s320/Easter++March+2009+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tikGnsxMI/AAAAAAAAATs/tCyUm0XK2ec/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434545747744572610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2tikGnsxMI/AAAAAAAAATs/tCyUm0XK2ec/s320/Easter++March+2009+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-5238386978986253361?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5238386978986253361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=5238386978986253361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/5238386978986253361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/5238386978986253361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5238386978986253361' title='Summer Fun 2009'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/S2uHV726_bI/AAAAAAAAAV8/n8zOWi49cng/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-4325841694246233134</id><published>2009-12-18T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:58:57.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>At the end of March 2009 we took our first ever family vacation with just our children. We are lucky to have a place to stay in San Diego a condo that Josh's parents own right on the beach. So we decided to make a week out of it stay on the beach and hit some fun places while we were at it. It was absolutely a ton of fun. We just barely arrived in San Diego and went straight for a walk after the ten hour drive. So pretty. When I say this condo is on the beach I mean walk out the door you are on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywuDAGASfI/AAAAAAAAATc/dv3RhsRTrCk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416755080919534066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywuDAGASfI/AAAAAAAAATc/dv3RhsRTrCk/s320/Easter++March+2009+577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the San Diego zoo it was awesome. It was nice to be at a zoo where the animals are mobile and look healthy, and have a really pretty environment that is big enough to move around in. The kids loved it. I did get some pictures of some of the animals but in those ones you only see the back of my kids heads so I just put on pictures that you can see my little animals faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB8tGIriI/AAAAAAAAATM/AdvxA_mP70o/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416706594228973090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB8tGIriI/AAAAAAAAATM/AdvxA_mP70o/s320/Easter++March+2009+636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB8OkoWPI/AAAAAAAAATE/lUchIybfGTE/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416706586035378418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB8OkoWPI/AAAAAAAAATE/lUchIybfGTE/s320/Easter++March+2009+641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB7gmWbkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qVvEJHyi4Bg/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416706573694561858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB7gmWbkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qVvEJHyi4Bg/s320/Easter++March+2009+649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB7JQjN9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/dEk-qY793S4/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416706567429109714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywB7JQjN9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/dEk-qY793S4/s320/Easter++March+2009+672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_EuDNfQI/AAAAAAAAASs/PC_0A88sAM4/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416703433389210882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_EuDNfQI/AAAAAAAAASs/PC_0A88sAM4/s320/Easter++March+2009+663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_EdUx1HI/AAAAAAAAASk/uBDSNHxzaZo/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416703428899492978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_EdUx1HI/AAAAAAAAASk/uBDSNHxzaZo/s320/Easter++March+2009+668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up because Jed actually hit this goat so hard it made a drum noise and everyone just looked at us. The goat didn't move at all and we had to tell Jed to be soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEACH TIME&lt;br /&gt;The whole week was beautiful until the day we left. I wish I would have taken more pictures but I hated bringing my camera down and worrying about it getting stolen or sand in it. We weren't there to sit we were busy having fun. The little ones didn't like the water much but could not get enough of the sand. McCaden would not stay out of the water so her and Josh spent most of the time in the ocean, while me and the babes played in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_DyNVdhI/AAAAAAAAASc/GF-4eT14YhA/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416703417325549074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_DyNVdhI/AAAAAAAAASc/GF-4eT14YhA/s320/Easter++March+2009+681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_Da9_VVI/AAAAAAAAASU/Euw6hm7o46A/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416703411087168850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_Da9_VVI/AAAAAAAAASU/Euw6hm7o46A/s320/Easter++March+2009+690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_DJNtEJI/AAAAAAAAASM/d1nCowqiE6U/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416703406321242258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv_DJNtEJI/AAAAAAAAASM/d1nCowqiE6U/s320/Easter++March+2009+691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9Ho7F--I/AAAAAAAAASE/_xHJwHwGtvk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416701284529339362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9Ho7F--I/AAAAAAAAASE/_xHJwHwGtvk/s320/Easter++March+2009+707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9HLNCSBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1JWY0C-CWTo/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416701276551530514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9HLNCSBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/1JWY0C-CWTo/s320/Easter++March+2009+721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9Gm8qmFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CspVJ1DQiRg/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416701266819192914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9Gm8qmFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CspVJ1DQiRg/s320/Easter++March+2009+726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kids were the perfect age to really just go and enjoy the park. No whining, crying, naps, just pure fun. The first day we left Jed with my sister and Ben who came up the last couple of days we were in San Diego to hang out in the sun. So we went to California adventure with just the girls. They rode every ride they possibly could including the Tower of Terror. Austyn still talks about how mom had to hold her because she was flying out of her seat, as long as I am the hero and not the villan (Josh) for taking them on that ride in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9GHUEJyI/AAAAAAAAARs/lqSF38r0ozY/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416701258327402274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9GHUEJyI/AAAAAAAAARs/lqSF38r0ozY/s320/Easter++March+2009+748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9Fs5Y0TI/AAAAAAAAARk/Im5a-df0HpQ/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416701251236188466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syv9Fs5Y0TI/AAAAAAAAARk/Im5a-df0HpQ/s320/Easter++March+2009+749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxpWl8dxI/AAAAAAAAARc/9H_UOAhWUzU/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688669584815890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxpWl8dxI/AAAAAAAAARc/9H_UOAhWUzU/s320/Easter++March+2009+756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxpBivg-I/AAAAAAAAARU/JDJpOybojlI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688663934239714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxpBivg-I/AAAAAAAAARU/JDJpOybojlI/s320/Easter++March+2009+769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvxonz_NwI/AAAAAAAAARM/Fdxeemr6-54/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688657027249922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvxonz_NwI/AAAAAAAAARM/Fdxeemr6-54/s320/Easter++March+2009+772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tons of pictures but here are just a couple. Jed loved all the rides he thought we were getting into toy cars all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxnxXSTfI/AAAAAAAAARE/J5QfyymkcXs/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688642411351538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxnxXSTfI/AAAAAAAAARE/J5QfyymkcXs/s320/Easter++March+2009+779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxncwrDtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jGGkHVs-x_Q/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416688636880686802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvxncwrDtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jGGkHVs-x_Q/s320/Easter++March+2009+791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv5VyloCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a58jnR9lLSk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416686745224060962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv5VyloCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a58jnR9lLSk/s320/Easter++March+2009+793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day taking a walk before we hop in the car. This is the only day it was overcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv4xFqZQI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Xt2jK9Ht5Q/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416686735371953410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv4xFqZQI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Xt2jK9Ht5Q/s320/Easter++March+2009+875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv4bs6qiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FqpNdpT-qSk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416686729631017506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv4bs6qiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FqpNdpT-qSk/s320/Easter++March+2009+848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv3t8KGfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/W0969dLUoEw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416686717346912754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv3t8KGfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/W0969dLUoEw/s320/Easter++March+2009+845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv3VqLOoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/idAYkbP2XhY/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416686710829038210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvv3VqLOoI/AAAAAAAAAQU/idAYkbP2XhY/s320/Easter++March+2009+862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun vacation, awful ride home. Jed literally cried for the first 3 hours. I am pretty sure from pure exhaustion because when he finally gave in he slept most of the 6 or 7 hours we had left. But misery always likes company so Austyn joined in as well then McCaden until it was a cry fest. The girls as funny as it sounds were crying because Jed wouldn't be quite. Josh and I just had to take these pictures and laugh. Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsLs2qQqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QjBg_WaPRfI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416682662606291618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsLs2qQqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QjBg_WaPRfI/s320/Easter++March+2009+878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsLE9LyeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y6PqqR6F1Fw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416682651896236514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsLE9LyeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y6PqqR6F1Fw/s320/Easter++March+2009+880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsK0Y6ZfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/71a4X5ZTZsk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416682647449134578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsK0Y6ZfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/71a4X5ZTZsk/s320/Easter++March+2009+883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsKWYcuXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qsm-SUY6AhA/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416682639394126194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsKWYcuXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qsm-SUY6AhA/s320/Easter++March+2009+892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsJ9bjfDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gJgs_V-iJxo/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416682632696265778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvsJ9bjfDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gJgs_V-iJxo/s320/Easter++March+2009+885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-4325841694246233134?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4325841694246233134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=4325841694246233134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/4325841694246233134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/4325841694246233134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4325841694246233134' title='Our First Family Vacation'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SywuDAGASfI/AAAAAAAAATc/dv3RhsRTrCk/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-3091499565683008665</id><published>2009-06-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:35:14.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Big Baby Blues are Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvjt48RxkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zu_Uk57Tu3k/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416673354361980482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvjt48RxkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zu_Uk57Tu3k/s320/Easter++March+2009+446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man is two! (in April)&lt;br /&gt;And not so little anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love his sweet, and calm disposition.&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch him play, he plays hard never stopping.&lt;br /&gt;I love how he throws everything and never misses a target. (usually someones head)&lt;br /&gt;I love how he smiles like he knows something I don't, I honestly melt.&lt;br /&gt;I love how he has always cuddled, and constantly gives hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I love his blue eyes they are big and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I love his little voice so low and raspy.&lt;br /&gt;I love that I am his mother and that I get to have him as my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvjtmGAvfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QZEtCZdLHXI/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416673349302533618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvjtmGAvfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QZEtCZdLHXI/s320/Easter++March+2009+475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvjtBJXhXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jeELvKvfhck/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416673339384497522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SyvjtBJXhXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jeELvKvfhck/s320/Easter++March+2009+456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-3091499565683008665?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3091499565683008665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=3091499565683008665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3091499565683008665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3091499565683008665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3091499565683008665' title='Those Big Baby Blues are Two!'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Syvjt48RxkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zu_Uk57Tu3k/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-387120255020842428</id><published>2009-05-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:48:10.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love Easter! I love the family time, I love the activities, I love the meaning, I love that it is a little less commercial. I think the pictures will show that we really love the chance we have to be with those we love.The fun started at Grandma and Grandpa Fellers where Margo does an Easter egg hunt for all the kids and adults. Only those who live in Utah were there this time. The kids always love to see cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCI--q2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/be32AOcoqLw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527545112537954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCI--q2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/be32AOcoqLw/s320/Easter++March+2009+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaB2jSzqI/AAAAAAAAALw/n00zHsLc4D0/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527540164578978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaB2jSzqI/AAAAAAAAALw/n00zHsLc4D0/s320/Easter++March+2009+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaBugVK7I/AAAAAAAAALo/S9l6wjj4h6Q/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527538004667314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaBugVK7I/AAAAAAAAALo/S9l6wjj4h6Q/s320/Easter++March+2009+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to an Easter Egg Hunt at the Convelescent Center where Lisa(my dad's)wife for those of you who have never met her)works. The kids loved it they got tons of eggs and prizes. The residence who are able help out and you can tell they love having the kids there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCOcKUYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UbKquSxH7X8/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527546577113474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCOcKUYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UbKquSxH7X8/s320/Easter++March+2009+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCsY2UhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OpJWrEZkPKk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527554616283666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCsY2UhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OpJWrEZkPKk/s320/Easter++March+2009+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home to color 5 dozen eggs of our own. Austyn loves this and was talking about it all year. She would randomly ask me, When can we color eggs? They had a ball, we always use to wear some of my dads old t-shirts and make a mess, so we put some on the kids they loved it. Jed was not very soft with the eggs and splashed the vinegar around like it was water. I got some in my eye and it burned the rest of the night. Worth It! Look at his tongue, he is hard at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzM7oqT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ncS9LUFyDgk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335864983426422162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzM7oqT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ncS9LUFyDgk/s320/Easter++March+2009+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgujZ2V8B9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZCGpJY2urLs/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335537848030070738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgujZ2V8B9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZCGpJY2urLs/s320/Easter++March+2009+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgujZXpoJkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gJRgxWJB1_E/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335537839791154754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgujZXpoJkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gJRgxWJB1_E/s320/Easter++March+2009+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning looking at their baskets. Jed could care less he found candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Sgum6SiobEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WpX2OWbNZ4o/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335541703890201666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Sgum6SiobEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WpX2OWbNZ4o/s320/Easter++March+2009+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Sgujaap9VcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dqJFCStRnig/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335537857777718722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Sgujaap9VcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dqJFCStRnig/s320/Easter++March+2009+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cute dresses my dad got the girls he got Jed a cute outfit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR3cpdlDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gIFIfxOG-vQ/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870409040303154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR3cpdlDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gIFIfxOG-vQ/s320/Easter++March+2009+393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Sgum6mXfdxI/AAAAAAAAANA/FfZ4I1dcbzc/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335541709212186386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/Sgum6mXfdxI/AAAAAAAAANA/FfZ4I1dcbzc/s320/Easter++March+2009+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdSVwKOsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fttxjH6puVk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882965673720514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdSVwKOsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fttxjH6puVk/s320/Easter++March+2009+447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are some cute summer outfits my Aunt Rochelle, Uncle Scott, &amp;amp; cousins Lindsey and Ian sent my kids in the mail. Austyn wants to wear hers everyday, she loves and prefers anything cotton and almost refuses to wear any other fabric. They made some faces for Ian in the last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdTCd1BpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IZUFmYhpqXU/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882977676428946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdTCd1BpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IZUFmYhpqXU/s320/Easter++March+2009+500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdS0zY4HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/32cJBQjKhyk/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882974008762482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdS0zY4HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/32cJBQjKhyk/s320/Easter++March+2009+539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdS1l-pyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BS3X6KxC0HE/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882974220953378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzdS1l-pyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BS3X6KxC0HE/s320/Easter++March+2009+543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outfits the Easter Bunny brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR32cjWmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7WkJdlWeXXw/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870415965477474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR32cjWmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7WkJdlWeXXw/s320/Easter++March+2009+339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh was snapping some pictures and I thought these were cute I don't have very many pictures of my dad and siblings. My baby brother is getting so big he will be a senior next year and Ashlee is all grown up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR3fGNppI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JhsTE2XVr8E/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870409697765010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR3fGNppI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JhsTE2XVr8E/s320/Easter++March+2009+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR2y4akMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wNK_Cw9XRnY/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870397828731074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzR2y4akMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wNK_Cw9XRnY/s320/Easter++March+2009+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzM7OvoHVI/AAAAAAAAANg/1kQMOOp6Vgc/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335864976469400914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzM7OvoHVI/AAAAAAAAANg/1kQMOOp6Vgc/s320/Easter++March+2009+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzM7G9kUuI/AAAAAAAAANY/KodCuqHHcJA/s1600-h/Easter++March+2009+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335864974380389090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SgzM7G9kUuI/AAAAAAAAANY/KodCuqHHcJA/s320/Easter++March+2009+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-387120255020842428?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/387120255020842428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=387120255020842428' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/387120255020842428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/387120255020842428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#387120255020842428' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SguaCI--q2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/be32AOcoqLw/s72-c/Easter++March+2009+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-6741116414587080709</id><published>2009-04-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:23:34.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, No, Baby Jed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ef249f9a823cb24" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ef249f9a823cb24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331149695%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D647A9D12F9A5B260B2120E54395A657B4871AFD6.6687E2D2972BC4C82651115E8674FF724CC405F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ef249f9a823cb24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4RyNUY8CYVCda2FK96unh2aZZvs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ef249f9a823cb24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331149695%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D647A9D12F9A5B260B2120E54395A657B4871AFD6.6687E2D2972BC4C82651115E8674FF724CC405F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ef249f9a823cb24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4RyNUY8CYVCda2FK96unh2aZZvs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I put Jed down for a nap and got in the shower. He suprised me by sneaking up on me while I was getting dressed in my room. I had heard something but thought Austyn must be up already. (I am sure every mother knows this feeling) When I turned around and saw Jed standing there with a big smile there was a silent yet loud scream in my head NOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a good sleeper in his crib at 7:00pm wakes up about 7:30am. I was not ready for that to change. Of course I was hoping that maybe it was by accident that he hopped out of his crib and opened his door. Not so. After three days of no naps and several appearances by our bedside in the night, it was time for action. I wanted to see how he was getting out. Was it graceful, or painful what exactly was he doing? In the vidoe I am hiding in the closet and Josh is putting him down for a nap. At first he is mad until he remembers that he can get out, and then his smug little face as he walks out. My camera died after this one taping of him getting out but we moved that chair and it didn't slow him down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is we put him in a toddler bed and put the little knob things on the door so he couldn't get out. He cried for 3 nights by the door for 10 minutes and then would give up. He would crawl in bed, put his covers on, and go to sleep. He is such a good boy and learns fast, now he hops in bed and goes to sleep. I guess he is not much of a baby anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-6741116414587080709?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ef249f9a823cb24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6741116414587080709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=6741116414587080709' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/6741116414587080709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/6741116414587080709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6741116414587080709' title='No, No, Baby Jed!'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-7847545297314711936</id><published>2009-02-28T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:48:39.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you say?</title><content type='html'>So I wish I had the time to write down all the wonderful things my kids say but we are usually out or busy and I have a horrible memory. These are just a few random things my kids have said lately.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jed&lt;br /&gt;Let me first start by saying he doesn't talk much he can barely get a word in edge wise and when he does talk only the girls and I understand him. Until the last couple of weeks and all the sudden he says a few things. Here is a list of his new vocabulary.....&lt;br /&gt;You're Rude Austyn, more like yooooo rooooood Austyn&lt;br /&gt;Superman, more like uupermon&lt;br /&gt;that's disgusting, more like tats disssustin&lt;br /&gt;Watch Mom, more like otch mom otch&lt;br /&gt;.......and he tries to repeat everything we say which is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausytn&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh shoot I need to make a U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;Austyn in the very back seat: May Day, Watch out there is danger ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: How do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: Mom when are we going to have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I don't need a baby I already have three babies.&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: Mom you don't have any babies.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What about Jed?&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: He is not a baby he just can't talk good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: Nobody likes me.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Honey everybody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: McCaden don't do that or I will punch you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;McCaden: It is my turn Austyn.(McCaden touches)&lt;br /&gt;Austyn:(Punch)I told you not to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;McCaden:(Insane Crying) Mom Austyn punched me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:(Hugging McCaden and talking to Austyn) Austyn you know we don't hit it isn't nice blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: I told her not to touch or I would punch her in the face and she touched and I punched her in the face. (Like I didn't know what had happened, I love that Austyn doesn't know how to lie, YET)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (Austyn leaves and I look at McCaden) She did warn you!&lt;br /&gt;McCaden: Laughs! Ya I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, and I am sure most of you do Josh's mom was diagnosed with Lymphoma Stage 3 Cancer and is going through chemo right now. Feel free to click on Mom in my friends and family column and it will take you to her Blog and update you on her treatment and progress. Margo (Josh's mom) of course lost her hair and had planned to show the grandkids one Sunday so we talked to the kids and told them she would lose all her hair and her head would be bald like dads for awhile. When Margo showed the kids their were lots of cute innocent comments. She looks beautiful and it didn't bother any of the kids they rubbed her head and just stared. She explained to them that it would grow back after the medicine was gone. That night while putting Austyn to bed she asked, "Dad when Grandmas hair grows back will your hair grow back too?"&lt;br /&gt;Josh: No my hair is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Austyn: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Josh: I wish I knew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-7847545297314711936?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7847545297314711936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=7847545297314711936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/7847545297314711936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/7847545297314711936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7847545297314711936' title='What did you say?'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-2263502247551823046</id><published>2009-02-04T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:39:35.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>The things I think about every year on this day....&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been five and a half years?&lt;br /&gt;You would be 48, still very young!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see my kids they are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had your advice on how to raise them.&lt;br /&gt;Your children miss you always.&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe how big Jordan is.&lt;br /&gt;You have the best daughter and son-in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;What amazing work are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a digital picture of you to put on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror lately and see a lot of your features looking back.&lt;br /&gt;You were beautiful so I love that.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more, but it hurts to reflect for long periods of time. Christ will comfort me until we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-2263502247551823046?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2263502247551823046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=2263502247551823046' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/2263502247551823046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/2263502247551823046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2263502247551823046' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-6155798085885724786</id><published>2009-01-21T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:54:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfjPiZqeoI/AAAAAAAAALE/epJaBo1FumE/s1600-h/Amber-8-x-10-frame-3-000-Page-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293949743069297282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfjPiZqeoI/AAAAAAAAALE/epJaBo1FumE/s320/Amber-8-x-10-frame-3-000-Page-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my cousin Tina took some family pictures for us. She is awesome! I wasn't sure how they would turn out because Jed was trying to run out of all the pictures, and the ones he isn't on his way out, his mouth was full of candy. So of course I was frustrated with him and hoped my smile wasn't forced in the pictures. Then there is Josh who rarely keeps his eyes open for any pictures, McCaden's fake smile, and Austyn's unpredictable moods. All you mothers know exactly how I was feeling, THE PRESSURE OF FAMILY PICTURES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why I think Tina is so awesome, we have a lot more great pictures, but here are a few. You are quite the proffesional Tina, Thank you for giving us such beautiful reminders of our family at this time. Just click on the picture for a closer look. Check out some more of Tina and her awesome photograpphy at www.tinabeanphotography.blogspot.com you will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfjPVqLBVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/K3Md38nmYLI/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293949739648877906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfjPVqLBVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/K3Md38nmYLI/s320/g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXffAPdagCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HPIJTNlDxmc/s1600-h/g30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945082240204834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXffAPdagCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HPIJTNlDxmc/s320/g30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfjMu1mJqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OuYyG4X02f8/s1600-h/g24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293949694868072098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfjMu1mJqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OuYyG4X02f8/s320/g24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never take pictures of us as a couple they were long over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfug3rQBpI/AAAAAAAAALU/nPHUFLS8VPw/s1600-h/c18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293962135465887378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfug3rQBpI/AAAAAAAAALU/nPHUFLS8VPw/s320/c18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfe_3jopeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/J48Lqi6t61Y/s1600-h/c13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945075823846882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfe_3jopeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/J48Lqi6t61Y/s320/c13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture of Josh and the girls, all their beautiful brown eyes. We also got one of Jed and I and our almost matching eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfe-KKO2LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RxAqoGeDmkU/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945046457833650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfe-KKO2LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RxAqoGeDmkU/s320/p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfe-_seuQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SJei0rADunE/s1600-h/p7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293945060828559618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfe-_seuQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SJei0rADunE/s320/p7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were two of my favorite pictures they were laughing and Tina caught their perfect little faces the way I see them when they are truly happy. The one where McCaden is kissing her just reminded me how nurturing McCaden is and Austyn's freckles are priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcFiuqF8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k1H89Tajmng/s1600-h/girls4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293941874777266114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcFiuqF8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/k1H89Tajmng/s320/girls4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcF1YTRlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FWYHATcTKvw/s1600-h/girls7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293941879783769682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcF1YTRlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/FWYHATcTKvw/s320/girls7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those smiles right there make it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcFfWnDJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OjtYmwCpvPI/s1600-h/kids6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293941873871096978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcFfWnDJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OjtYmwCpvPI/s320/kids6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcFLA1H1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/NVLyW-kTFlU/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293941868411035474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcFLA1H1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/NVLyW-kTFlU/s320/kids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the fake smiles we actually got some really good ones of McCaden. When I look at these I can't believe how grown up she is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX34sHnyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IjYGUWUX-gA/s1600-h/m5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937242107518754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX34sHnyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IjYGUWUX-gA/s320/m5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcEeHZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LM--Qj4c3Pw/s1600-h/m10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293941856359021106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfcEeHZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LM--Qj4c3Pw/s320/m10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is actually quite the poser lately and did so good for Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX3XiT5NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Di6pCMK7P8/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937233208009938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX3XiT5NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9Di6pCMK7P8/s320/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX21XetzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WhrQUo0-JtQ/s1600-h/a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937224035776306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX21XetzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WhrQUo0-JtQ/s320/a11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this boy such a trouble maker but cute enough to get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SXfX2aKwquI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zg0ZKrwL0JM/s1600-h/j7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293937216734669538" style="FLOAT: left; 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I love Christmas but I have to admit it is a very emotional time for me, and has been since mom died. I blame a lot of it on stress and just being tired.  Yet, I know this is not the only reason for my suppressed emotional issues to resurface. My mother made Christmas amazing at our house, the spirit, the love, the magic, the tradition, all of it. The holidays as sweet as they are bring back the reality of her absence, reminding me of what I am missing not having her here, and I struggle to enjoy it every year. Don't get me wrong I know I am blessed and I am thankful for all the Savior has given me. My favorite Christmas gift was watching these beautiful, happy, healthy children enjoy the season. Love you all and have a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RtujeM0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/J31YfHaoRs8/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904614518797122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RtujeM0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/J31YfHaoRs8/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Morning! It was fun to see Jed playing with all these boy toys. We don't have many but our collection grew this Christmas. We could not get him to open any presents he was fine with whatever was out, so the girls opened everything for him. I love the picture on the left because he is so excited about his 2 dollar walmart candy cane that says meow. He still loves that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RtGvQS5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MtW4CGOV4XE/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904603830799250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RtGvQS5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MtW4CGOV4XE/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McCaden wanted a guitar last year and got one that just made noise. She told us this year that she still wanted a guitar. A real one this time not a fake one! Oops! Austyn didn't ask for anything except a notepad and a pen. Adorable as this was I had no idea what to get her, she loved the guitar. The girls also got a barbie house from us, so Santa brought them Ken dolls in their stockings. McCaden opened hers and literally threw it across the room screaming "Gross it is a boy Barbie, that is disgusting" Austyn watching this all, opens her Ken and repeats the exact same thing&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RsfmIhQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bxmCXP7AvsY/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904593323558146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RsfmIhQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bxmCXP7AvsY/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Josh and I could not stop laughing that was not the reaction I was going for, but the fact we have it on tape makes it so worth it. They now like their Ken Barbie once they realized that he could be Troy and the girls could be Gabrielle. (They love High School Musical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RsPQFBKI/AAAAAAAAAII/mq8svt-bLDo/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904588936086690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RsPQFBKI/AAAAAAAAAII/mq8svt-bLDo/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve at Grandpa and Grandma Fellers. She always gives the kids matching PJ's and they love it. Here is a picture of the girls and boys. Jed refusing to have his picture taken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RrzQm1sI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HuT3mAgCa0/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904581422110402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RrzQm1sI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1HuT3mAgCa0/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0ODdNC97I/AAAAAAAAAH4/So_2VgV5aYI/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290900589771945906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0ODdNC97I/AAAAAAAAAH4/So_2VgV5aYI/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 24 grand kids and things can get a little crazy. This is a picture of all the grand kids listening to Grandpa read the Christmas Story. I love it because all these kids know the story of Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus. You wonder with all the chaos and excitement for presents if they really know what this season is all about.&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures are mostly for my sisters I remodeled our barbie doll house we had growing up for the girls. I was nervous to do this because it was still the way my mom had made it from the very beginning, but it was so dirty from being in a garage the last few years. Anyway I was really happy with how cute it turned out and my mom would love it too. I feel bad sometimes when I think of all the crafty things I try and do now days, my mother use to beg us to do crafts and scrap booking with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW1NpTGPchI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8FfFT6Wf3Vk/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290970509126627858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW1NpTGPchI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8FfFT6Wf3Vk/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW1NpuHzGuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pXMuNys0g1Q/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290970516380916450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW1NpuHzGuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pXMuNys0g1Q/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids with their PJ's from Mom and Dad. Jed refused to stand by them for a picture. He is letting me know here that he is furious with me, and I still think he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0OCYXHIBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DbOSq0GsOP8/s1600-h/IMG_6852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290900571292114962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0OCYXHIBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DbOSq0GsOP8/s320/IMG_6852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0OCCo58bI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4aknGInPGco/s1600-h/IMG_6849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290900565461168562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0OCCo58bI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4aknGInPGco/s320/IMG_6849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/8989723717964749165-8549374682510355759?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8549374682510355759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=8549374682510355759' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8549374682510355759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8549374682510355759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8549374682510355759' title='Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SW0RtujeM0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/J31YfHaoRs8/s72-c/oct.2008+Halloween+263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-862939067683041751</id><published>2009-01-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:19:27.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took the kids to see the lights on temple square. We try to do this every year that we don't have a newborn or very small child, because as you can tell from our noses it gets cold.&lt;br /&gt;We met some friends we haven't seen in awhile and had dinner and then rode tracks down to temple square. They have three kids and in the same birth order as we do 2 girls then a boy. As we were getting their coats on McCaden and their oldest daughter pointed out that the kids that were the same age, had matching color coats. They thought this was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_vF3EOTHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3419uWw3hRA/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287207371516300402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_vF3EOTHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3419uWw3hRA/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_vFvSDyuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l6WRHVXEBcE/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287207369426848482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_vFvSDyuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l6WRHVXEBcE/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how cute, we all have bright red noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV-NsXHzYCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MH64K3A7ULA/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287100280816754722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV-NsXHzYCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MH64K3A7ULA/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austyn is always the first one done with the cold.&lt;br /&gt;When she is tired she tells us her "legs are done working" She said she just needed to rest a minute, she got up quickly once she realized sitting makes you colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_-7NOWBSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3eiy8IyN4qo/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287224780671812898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_-7NOWBSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3eiy8IyN4qo/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the kids and their matching coats. Poor little Jed had to be strapped in the stroller after this picture, there was way to much water and he wanted to play in it all. Brrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV7cH1OtQKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CJNhLG1XADw/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286905039685501090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV7cH1OtQKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CJNhLG1XADw/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed and Austyn on the train ride home. Jed sat like this with his arms crossed almost the whole time. He thought he was so big on the seat with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-862939067683041751?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/862939067683041751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=862939067683041751' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/862939067683041751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/862939067683041751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#862939067683041751' title=''/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SV_vF3EOTHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3419uWw3hRA/s72-c/oct.2008+Halloween+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-2108765457910120621</id><published>2008-11-20T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:16:37.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SSWnMFP05WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UqqlA9UiCJc/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270802764915860834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SSWnMFP05WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UqqlA9UiCJc/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McCaden has finally lost her first tooth. She is 61/2 and all of her friends have lost several teeth. She has been waiting for this for some time. She has had a loose tooth for a month now, but would not let anyone touch it. We kept telling her all it needs is a little push and it will come out. She refused any interference. Then on Saturday her and Austyn were wrestling and Austyn kneed her in the face. (Just one little push) She came to me crying, her tooth was bleeding and barely hanging on. I told her it was bleeding and that she needed to have dad look at it. (I don't think I could pull her tooth out it made me sick to watch Josh do it) The word blood literally makes McCaden crazy, it surely means the end of all things to her. Josh said let me see, grabbed the tooth and pulled, out it came. She is still screaming and I am yelling McCaden your tooth is out, your tooth is out. Silence, she looks in the mirror, smiles because it didn't hurt and it is gone, then panic "it's bleeding" she continues crying. As soon as the blood was no longer in sight it was very fun for her, she spent most of the day in front of the mirror sticking her tongue through the hole in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning the girls woke up and I could hear Austyn say, "McCaden did the Angel fairy come and take your tooth." McCaden said, "You mean the tooth fairy." Austyn, "No, the angel fairy did she give you monies?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-2108765457910120621?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2108765457910120621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=2108765457910120621' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/2108765457910120621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/2108765457910120621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2108765457910120621' title='Tooth fairy'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SSWnMFP05WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UqqlA9UiCJc/s72-c/oct.2008+Halloween+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-8858662978475779571</id><published>2008-11-09T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:02:47.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those of you who would like to know how to make your blog private. Just got to settings, then look at the tabs the last one says permission, click on it. Then just click on "only people I choose."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-8858662978475779571?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8858662978475779571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=8858662978475779571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8858662978475779571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8858662978475779571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8858662978475779571' title=''/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-8000173348494010429</id><published>2008-11-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:14:10.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Safety</title><content type='html'>So I meant to set my blog up as private from the beginning, but I  just learned how to do this. After watching ksl.com last night I feel it is something I need to do for my kids sake.  I actually haven't even given my blog address out to many people but I love that some of you have found my blog. Still since it will be mostly about my children and their lives please leave your email in my comments and I will invite you. I will be changing to private on Nov. 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-8000173348494010429?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8000173348494010429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=8000173348494010429' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8000173348494010429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/8000173348494010429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8000173348494010429' title='Children&apos;s Safety'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-1721656432987228048</id><published>2008-11-03T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:15:01.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-O_kEXxbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x8ytJRW_WgQ/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264583712084313522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-O_kEXxbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x8ytJRW_WgQ/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-FiQP3rLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C6wQsbuux4E/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One happy, scary family. The kids were so excited that Josh and I got involved. It was a little more work but worth the reactions that we got from the kiddies. Austyn didn't know I was going to paint my face and when she came in the room she jumped and ran. I called her name and she walked back in slowly to check and make sure it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-FiQP3rLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C6wQsbuux4E/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573312942976178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-FiQP3rLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C6wQsbuux4E/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-Fi2ev3iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vbbETusUceQ/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573323205926434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-Fi2ev3iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vbbETusUceQ/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-FiQP3rLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C6wQsbuux4E/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-FiQP3rLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C6wQsbuux4E/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was totally excited that McCaden wanted to be something besides a princess. When we went to get a costume for her to be a witch I quickly learned that she didn't mean scary witch. She NEEDED sparkles! Oh well she looked cute and hey it is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GO_NJwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RHbEwSw8MVI/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556338893891330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GO_NJwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RHbEwSw8MVI/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GXmq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3CHVfyl8Ag/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264556341206908050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GXmq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3CHVfyl8Ag/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GXmq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3CHVfyl8Ag/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GXmq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3CHVfyl8Ag/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GXmq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3CHVfyl8Ag/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ92GXmq_JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E3CHVfyl8Ag/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austyn looked so cute. She told us a month ago she wanted to be a cat and she never changed her mind. She was so excited about the tail, in fact she wouldn't leave it alone and by the end of halloween night she had ripped it of its little clip that connects it and we went through several safetypins to reconnect it. She had to constantly swing it and tickle peoples faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9waCm4ygI/AAAAAAAAADw/hBT4kGvjD3k/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264550082098285058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9waCm4ygI/AAAAAAAAADw/hBT4kGvjD3k/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9wamfxCaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lyENjoosAh0/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264550091732093346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9wamfxCaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lyENjoosAh0/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jed was not happy about any of this we could not get him to smile no matter how much candy we gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a f="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9s0ZlE0CI/AAAAAAAAADo/2E6cMdFedYg/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264546136894787618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9s0ZlE0CI/AAAAAAAAADo/2E6cMdFedYg/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9sz1yHrOI/AAAAAAAAADg/1GAEUE5QYdI/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264546127285824738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9sz1yHrOI/AAAAAAAAADg/1GAEUE5QYdI/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just having a little fun. It was the most beautiful day and night for trick-or-treating.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9pkSkx0fI/AAAAAAAAADY/D2MC741453Y/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264542561601704434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9pkSkx0fI/AAAAAAAAADY/D2MC741453Y/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9pjy7xG_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/MeBnBVdyxTU/s1600-h/oct.2008+Halloween+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264542553108192242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ9pjy7xG_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/MeBnBVdyxTU/s320/oct.2008+Halloween+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/8989723717964749165-1721656432987228048?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1721656432987228048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=1721656432987228048' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/1721656432987228048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/1721656432987228048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1721656432987228048' title='Traditional Halloween'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQ-O_kEXxbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x8ytJRW_WgQ/s72-c/oct.2008+Halloween+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-1990409449343138156</id><published>2008-10-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:48:12.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>We are almost done with our basement. We did everything ourselves with a ton of help from our neighbors, brother in laws, friends and family. We had no idea how to do any of this from the framing to the carpet. Bryan our brother in law would come and teach us what to do and then we would work on it late into the nights. Our neighbors let us borrow every tool they own it was very sweet of them. All we have left is the framing in the windows and the molding around them, hopefully we will get that done this coming week. We also haven't finished the bathroom that will have to come with time. It is amazing how much more space a living room, and a bedroom gives you. We love our new space.  These pictures are of both sides of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpSJa1PKDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1fGQ2mm52ck/s1600-h/june+2008+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263109436310759474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpSJa1PKDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1fGQ2mm52ck/s320/june+2008+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpSJiDG25I/AAAAAAAAADI/N5GwvBSapTM/s1600-h/oct.2008+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263109438247984018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpSJiDG25I/AAAAAAAAADI/N5GwvBSapTM/s320/oct.2008+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpPqahCmHI/AAAAAAAAACw/TBBH5LVV4V4/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263106704626849906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpPqahCmHI/AAAAAAAAACw/TBBH5LVV4V4/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpPrL-rVfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LMF73it138c/s1600-h/oct.2008+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263106717904492018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpPrL-rVfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LMF73it138c/s320/oct.2008+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the little hallway. There are 5 doors in this little spot the bathroom, bedroom, furnace room, stairs, and storage closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpKfh-SXgI/AAAAAAAAACg/bmEBqu0zEXA/s1600-h/june+2008+390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263101020091866626" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpKfh-SXgI/AAAAAAAAACg/bmEBqu0zEXA/s320/june+2008+390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263101027752509298" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpKf-guf3I/AAAAAAAAACo/V4gqtqWPmvE/s320/oct.2008+126.jpg" border="0" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-1990409449343138156?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1990409449343138156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=1990409449343138156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/1990409449343138156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/1990409449343138156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1990409449343138156' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_007h7PSvBR4/SQpSJa1PKDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1fGQ2mm52ck/s72-c/june+2008+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-7569361553856649758</id><published>2008-10-15T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:42:02.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Neapolitan Life</title><content type='html'>When I decided to do this blog I asked Josh what should the name of it be? He didn't even hesitate, "Our Neapolitan Life". He loves to refer to our children as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, strawberry and vanilla. Not only do they look different on the outside, they aren't much alike in personality either. They truly add flavor, and a lot of it, to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;For those friends and family who we haven't seen in awhile I will give a short update. Josh and I will celebrate our 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary this March. The seven year itch is a bunch of crazy talk. I love him more today then I ever have. I truly found my soul mate and he makes my life fun and happy.(If you know Josh at all you would agree) He works for a medical company as their IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Administrator&lt;/span&gt;, or as I call it their computer guy. He loves his job but is also trying to get in to pharmacy school. He is a busy guy. Not only do I have an amazing husband, but I also have 3 healthy, happy children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McCaden&lt;/span&gt; is 6 and started 1st grade this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Austyn&lt;/span&gt; is 3 going on 14, and started preschool. Jed is 18 months and into everything he shouldn't be. I will leave it at that because I am sure you will here so much of them throughout this blog you will get sick of it. They are my life and my profession, and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-7569361553856649758?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7569361553856649758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=7569361553856649758' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/7569361553856649758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/7569361553856649758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7569361553856649758' title='Our Neapolitan Life'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8989723717964749165.post-3273267973557651266</id><published>2008-10-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:42:27.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pretending like I know what I am doing. All I know is I am starting this blog because it seems like it is the next step needed, in my already crazy life. Why not add something else! Right! As you read my blog know that I don't know how to spell, while I am typing I rarely use punctuation, and I am so computer illiterate it isn't even funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However, I am excited to record a little of my everyday life, bad days and good days to help me with my poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; skills. Something is better then nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8989723717964749165-3273267973557651266?l=ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3273267973557651266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8989723717964749165&amp;postID=3273267973557651266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3273267973557651266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8989723717964749165/posts/default/3273267973557651266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourneapolitanlife.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3273267973557651266' title='Let&apos;s Pretend'/><author><name>Feller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731441245794825668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
