<?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-8184931619151471956</id><updated>2012-01-16T05:32:50.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Doings of the Davis'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5188861473185604899</id><published>2011-10-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:38:11.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critters, Heaven cost $1, Tater Capers, Birthday Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVSY9Y3r8Og/ToyPUBGwecI/AAAAAAAACH4/3CSX3zh-a1c/s1600/newtpumpkin+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVSY9Y3r8Og/ToyPUBGwecI/AAAAAAAACH4/3CSX3zh-a1c/s320/newtpumpkin+002.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Couple weeks ago the kids had their Tuesday outdoor school with Daddy..and they came home with two of these beauties. Fire-bellied newts. So we set up a 10-gallon aquarium and made them nice and cozy. The kids enjoyed researching the new critters and feeding them worms caught in the garden. So far they remain nameless.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmQFT3E53gc/ToyPkj1DfzI/AAAAAAAACH8/0irkWMK6_6I/s1600/newtpumpkin+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmQFT3E53gc/ToyPkj1DfzI/AAAAAAAACH8/0irkWMK6_6I/s320/newtpumpkin+011.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday we went off to the Green Bridge Pumpkin Patch... it was awesome! All pumpkins are $1 - and on our budget that translated into PUMPKIN HEAVEN! The kiddos always like to get giant pumpkins.. and at this place it was no problemo. See the pumpkins in the cart? Ya those bad boys came home with us. Jonathan was the one who picked a tiny pumpkin because that's just how he rolls. We skipped the hay rides and other activities because you had to pay.. but no one was complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GH8DQd-KU8/ToyPnWtPPNI/AAAAAAAACIA/XH3CTfFsVcA/s1600/newtpumpkin+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GH8DQd-KU8/ToyPnWtPPNI/AAAAAAAACIA/XH3CTfFsVcA/s320/newtpumpkin+020.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alissa got in trouble for this - she looks to old. Okokok I didn't really get her in trouble but sheez that girl needs to slow down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJglwQmTE-4/ToyPrcM6PNI/AAAAAAAACIE/sXrQ2vsE00M/s1600/newtpumpkin+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iJglwQmTE-4/ToyPrcM6PNI/AAAAAAAACIE/sXrQ2vsE00M/s320/newtpumpkin+019.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And my little ham. What else can I say? Love that boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15uQSgoXYv4/ToyPxGoCk2I/AAAAAAAACII/TPlTMCXRsH0/s1600/newtpumpkin+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15uQSgoXYv4/ToyPxGoCk2I/AAAAAAAACII/TPlTMCXRsH0/s320/newtpumpkin+024.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And here my friends is the reason we can have giant insanely heavy pumpkins..Meet "the muscle". I couldn't budge those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ub2RYXs8xXc/ToyPznABvwI/AAAAAAAACIM/0fjgi9ho3nA/s1600/newtpumpkin+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ub2RYXs8xXc/ToyPznABvwI/AAAAAAAACIM/0fjgi9ho3nA/s320/newtpumpkin+026.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the pumpkin patch we headed to grandma's house to harvest her potatoes! The kids thought that was just the greatest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzUb70-wyiY/ToyP3H7iM7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/xZv-JpFMXIY/s1600/newtpumpkin+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VzUb70-wyiY/ToyP3H7iM7I/AAAAAAAACIQ/xZv-JpFMXIY/s320/newtpumpkin+032.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Showing off the loot! Alissa looks a little ragged.. it was a long day! Hahaha... We took these guys inside as well as an assortment of other goodies from grandmas garden. Jonathan scrubbed everything clean and Alissa made garlic mashed potatoes. They were fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated but insanely cool topic.. it is finalized - We are going to Disney World in February with the in laws. Disney WORLD! Even cooler? First day there is my birthday. And all this for a girl (me) who has never been very far from the west coast. Excited? Serious understatement. Can I just hibernate until February? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and in case you were wondering... Home school? Ya it's the best decision I ever made. More on that another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5188861473185604899?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5188861473185604899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5188861473185604899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5188861473185604899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5188861473185604899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/10/critters-heaven-cost-1-tater-capers.html' title='Critters, Heaven cost $1, Tater Capers, Birthday Dreams'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVSY9Y3r8Og/ToyPUBGwecI/AAAAAAAACH4/3CSX3zh-a1c/s72-c/newtpumpkin+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-6187443446035113150</id><published>2011-09-21T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:06:38.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trips, flags, co-ops, scouts, muffins.. ETC ETC ETC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rc3_x65_IfQ/TnpOvI34lGI/AAAAAAAACHY/41GmSRAsV0k/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rc3_x65_IfQ/TnpOvI34lGI/AAAAAAAACHY/41GmSRAsV0k/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our first "official" home school field trip was to Oregon Gardens for HOME SCHOOL DAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCoQTe8mrj8/TnpOzPD6IFI/AAAAAAAACHc/0HBe0JnZWVk/s1600/IMG_9167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCoQTe8mrj8/TnpOzPD6IFI/AAAAAAAACHc/0HBe0JnZWVk/s320/IMG_9167.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First thing we did was ride the tour bus and see the whole garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNeJVSw86E/TnpO_W_HJFI/AAAAAAAACHg/5TtMCt-r6E8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCNeJVSw86E/TnpO_W_HJFI/AAAAAAAACHg/5TtMCt-r6E8/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Forgot a coat for Miss Cuteness here.. so bought an adult sweater (kid dress) and she was good to go. Yay for gift shops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSvdOaLbq6I/TnpPIo_tAMI/AAAAAAAACHk/3nhr8X8_Yyw/s1600/football+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSvdOaLbq6I/TnpPIo_tAMI/AAAAAAAACHk/3nhr8X8_Yyw/s320/football+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to the field of flags (this was a week before the gardens but I'm too lazy to switch them around hehe). Very powerful.. opened up some deep and interesting conversations with the kids about 9/11 and terrorism..military and flags.. lots and lots. Very special time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJEGtT1q-Fo/TnpPLwxzu9I/AAAAAAAACHo/7Eu-CqWuByM/s1600/football+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJEGtT1q-Fo/TnpPLwxzu9I/AAAAAAAACHo/7Eu-CqWuByM/s320/football+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;First home school co-op get together was fun! Art project was fun fun! All about symmetry. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPUVfacOTGI/TnpPOiDPDDI/AAAAAAAACHs/mmblCGfB-80/s1600/football+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPUVfacOTGI/TnpPOiDPDDI/AAAAAAAACHs/mmblCGfB-80/s320/football+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Girl scouts has begun! Brownies that is. It's going to be an adventure this year!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68CNWsU9bok/TnpPX1GDgfI/AAAAAAAACHw/ydaj9biEWp8/s1600/football+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68CNWsU9bok/TnpPX1GDgfI/AAAAAAAACHw/ydaj9biEWp8/s320/football+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6XalvYr7Zg/TnpPi_pnXMI/AAAAAAAACH0/k2jRkgV4fYc/s1600/football+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6XalvYr7Zg/TnpPi_pnXMI/AAAAAAAACH0/k2jRkgV4fYc/s320/football+071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course my first ever college football game. It. Was. Awesome. Beth and I had a blast. And it helps that the Ducks won.. won being a slight understatement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO much more has happened.. been so busy trying to find a rhythm with home school and life. Wondering how I ever managed to drop the kids off at school somewhere and miss all that time together. I really enjoy them.. enjoy teaching them and watching them learn. Today Alissa made applesauce muffins. She followed the recipe exactly. And for the first time I just stood back and watched. I kept my mouth shut when she put too little of this or too much of that.. I praised her efforts.. I walked her through how to safely put them in the oven and set her timer.. and then I marveled at the look of accomplishment and pride on her face when it was all done. She did it. All by herself. And I was&amp;nbsp;there to see it. Feeling so thankful right now that we are on this road. Together.&amp;nbsp;I love my kids so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-6187443446035113150?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6187443446035113150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=6187443446035113150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6187443446035113150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6187443446035113150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/09/field-trips-flags-co-ops-scouts-muffins.html' title='Field trips, flags, co-ops, scouts, muffins.. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw6WcdXEYKA/TkW08TTN3kI/AAAAAAAACGU/iBfQajgQTMY/s1600/diaperdog+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw6WcdXEYKA/TkW08TTN3kI/AAAAAAAACGU/iBfQajgQTMY/s320/diaperdog+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Alissa and Jonathan attempting a "sleep-over" in a tent they created in Jonathan's room. I know.. I said attempting. They actually made it quite awhile before I had to break up the party to have them get into their "real" beds. They had a blast.. giggling and playing in their tent. &lt;br /&gt;Now.. on to my poor wiener. This is Pancake. And yes, she IS wearing a diaper. Apparently we are a tab late&amp;nbsp; getting her spayed. It's on the agenda!!! In the good news department it was a great learning opportunity for Alissa.. we had a LONG talk about what this means for Pancake..and one day for her. Yay for life lessons! Thanks Pancake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYUitUPGUMs/TkW1BNsj3SI/AAAAAAAACGY/F2helLXbdbE/s320/diaperdog+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7652993398963960877?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7652993398963960877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7652993398963960877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7652993398963960877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7652993398963960877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/08/tents-and-diapers.html' title='Tents and diapers.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sw6WcdXEYKA/TkW08TTN3kI/AAAAAAAACGU/iBfQajgQTMY/s72-c/diaperdog+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2614924247815649625</id><published>2011-08-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:50:03.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jonathan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3a48sMVEcE/TkN30wrw1lI/AAAAAAAACGM/83q6vM55Mjs/s1600/Jon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3a48sMVEcE/TkN30wrw1lI/AAAAAAAACGM/83q6vM55Mjs/s320/Jon2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a day. My baby is five years old. Started the day with Alissa complaining about a sore throat - immediately my radar went up because her grandma has had strep! YIKES! To the doctor we go.. and the results: NEGATIVE! Thank GOODNESS! Alissa was very worried about missing out on the days fun. After the doctor appointment we picked up Jon from his grandma's house. I asked Jon what he would like for his birthday lunch... ANYTHING... and he chose Burger King (big surprise haha) and a frozen coke. I should back up a bit.. for breakfast I told him he could have aaaaanyhting he wanted and he picked..drum roll please...garlic toast. HAHA.. okie dokie. So garlic toast and chai started the day. He also wanted time to play "foresthunter" game. Cutie pie. Okok..back to lunch. After burgers I asked what he would like to do for fun..aaaanything.. and he picked Pietro's Pizza to play games. We played a round of mini-golf followed by a ton of other games. Favorites: Roller Coaster simulator, and their new gun game where you shoot stuff and things happen. Wow.. super descriptive I know. Similar to the one at Enchanted Forest but this one you get randomly squirted in the face with water..fun times. When we went to the ticket counter to get our prizes (junk) there was a very nice (creepy) guy who gave the kids all sorts of extra stuff. He even rigged a game for the kids to spit out a ton of extra tokens. How very sweet (scary) he was. And then, plastic prizes (crap) in hand..we headed home. Jonathan wanted a little more game time and then a "CUDDLE PUDDLE!" with mommy on my bed. Lots of airplane rides, tickle games, and otherwise silly fun. Alissa wasn't feeling so hot still so spent most of this time on Jumpstart. &lt;br /&gt;Around 5:45 we headed to Padingtons for "Daddy Pizza" with the grandparents. Jonathan got to open presents and chow down on his favorite pizza. All in all a wonderful day. Other then a doctor visit for Alissa of course. &lt;br /&gt;So Jonathan.. my boy. How can I ever express how much I love and adore and thoroughly enjoy that kid? He is spontaneous, mischievous, fun and sweet as can be. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sweet just have to add a fast story. While at the doctors Ali got a throat swap and the lab tech offered her a sticker.. she dug through the sticker box until she found a super hero sticker and stated she wanted that one for her little brother because it was his birthday. The nice lady then said that was very sweet of her and she could go ahead and grab a sticker for herself too..to which Alissa replied, "No thanks." What a kid... ok back to Jon.. &lt;br /&gt;My little man... I will forever cherish his cuddles and love..his giggles and his efforts at getting away with just about anything. He is a giving, loving, amazing person. I am so proud of all that he is and he is only just five. I can't wait to see what kind of man he turns out to be. Love and adore everything about&amp;nbsp;him. Happy birthday Jonathan my little man who loves to shop and battle the bad guys as Catawack Boy!! Hehe.. Five. 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I had every intention of posting the video. No really.. I did. But then I chickened out. ﻿I might try again.. but until then I&amp;nbsp;wanted to share my little mummies - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5gOXuvIsF0/TjxZFnzmrBI/AAAAAAAACF8/nEWbUhU0uLA/s1600/mummybones+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5gOXuvIsF0/TjxZFnzmrBI/AAAAAAAACF8/nEWbUhU0uLA/s320/mummybones+003.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMUXTkJP4MI/TjxZJqdKM4I/AAAAAAAACGA/BklRk3s1X3c/s1600/mummybones+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMUXTkJP4MI/TjxZJqdKM4I/AAAAAAAACGA/BklRk3s1X3c/s320/mummybones+005.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gotta love two kids and a roll of toilet paper. Creative genius in action. &lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note Alissa bought Pancake this bone yesterday... and today gave it to her. And poor Zena just kept giving me the eye.. the "But..but..I'm older and pitiful and you love me and *I* didn't get a bone" look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjuGSP67N0k/TjxZbSRBnxI/AAAAAAAACGE/hPdTmESPsVM/s1600/mummybones+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjuGSP67N0k/TjxZbSRBnxI/AAAAAAAACGE/hPdTmESPsVM/s320/mummybones+012.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So... I went out to the freezer and pulled out this monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVXDUs_Q6c0/TjxZeR0N0mI/AAAAAAAACGI/SPrN2pM_kDg/s1600/mummybones+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVXDUs_Q6c0/TjxZeR0N0mI/AAAAAAAACGI/SPrN2pM_kDg/s320/mummybones+013.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿Her puppy eyes just lit up.. and I'm sure her tongue is frozen to the bone at this very moment. But she is a happy old dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a final note got to hang with my mom for an all nighter last night/this morning because we took grandma to the ER and ended up transferred to Portland. What a cluster. Not really sure yet what it was but I know grandma is on her way home now. Yikesoroni. I thought when I woke up that I actually didn't feel to bad for being up until 5am.. now I feel it. Every minute of it. I'm going to go take a nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-736183154000662220?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/736183154000662220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=736183154000662220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/736183154000662220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/736183154000662220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-chickened-out-creative-genius-giant.html' title='I chickened out, creative genius, giant bone, and all nighters.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5gOXuvIsF0/TjxZFnzmrBI/AAAAAAAACF8/nEWbUhU0uLA/s72-c/mummybones+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1742332391746418998</id><published>2011-07-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:44:20.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't put that on the blog! Insanity! BLOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d7spxr_Qzo/TjS8paW6ajI/AAAAAAAACFw/4TyZv4KyNSQ/s1600/Treecontroler+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d7spxr_Qzo/TjS8paW6ajI/AAAAAAAACFw/4TyZv4KyNSQ/s320/Treecontroler+002.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sitting at the table eating dinner and I look up to see Alissa doing this... looking a bit more serious and focused (I grabbed the camera to document so in this shot it's more posed). Anyhow.. back to the point. What do you think she was doing? That's the million dollar question. This little girl wearing the "I Believe in Magic" shirt, eating a "daddy burrito" and looking out the window. (By the way I told her I was taking a picture to document this momentous occasion&amp;nbsp;and she yelled, "MOM! Don't put that on the blog! hehe).&amp;nbsp;Before I tell you.. here is the guy on the other side of the table - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJcZJ2KlIFg/TjS8t-cH-YI/AAAAAAAACF0/A7fdRR2GFJ0/s1600/Treecontroler+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJcZJ2KlIFg/TjS8t-cH-YI/AAAAAAAACF0/A7fdRR2GFJ0/s320/Treecontroler+011.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What he is doing is a bit more obvious. Can you guess? Okay okay.. that's too obvious. Jon is just being a boy. &lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Costco. On a Saturday. I think that has to be the definition of insanity. Apparently&amp;nbsp;half of Salem and all of our neighboring towns are insane. They were all there with us. We went with Grandma Adams and had lunch of Costco pizza and hot dogs - YAY! Then back to her house for some R&amp;amp;R and my new favorite show - "Chopped". Loved the heck out of it. At some point during the show Jonathan was on my lap and I notice his hand is red.. hmm..then one glance at his face and holy cow we had a bloody nose. Cleaned him up and life was good. Alissa was busy decorating a giant box in the living room and turning it into a house. &lt;br /&gt;You want to know what Alissa was doing? I didn't forget.. just got side tracked. Anyone guess by now? I doubt it. You see Alissa was looking out the window like that and... *drum roll* controlling the trees with her fingers. Yep. Making the branched move back and forth just like her finger. Magic. Beautiful. I am glad to have this blog at my fingertips again.. because I never..ever..want to forget moments like these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you have the camera out Mom..take a picture of this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlP7JrG3PJs/TjS8jU8wSMI/AAAAAAAACFs/BffHXVZF_NA/s1600/Treecontroler+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlP7JrG3PJs/TjS8jU8wSMI/AAAAAAAACFs/BffHXVZF_NA/s320/Treecontroler+006.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mom! Mom! Over here! Take a picture of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akOZodTx3j8/TjS8wfRHdZI/AAAAAAAACF4/CeVl11soIn8/s1600/Treecontroler+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akOZodTx3j8/TjS8wfRHdZI/AAAAAAAACF4/CeVl11soIn8/s320/Treecontroler+018.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1742332391746418998?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1742332391746418998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1742332391746418998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1742332391746418998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1742332391746418998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-put-that-on-blog-insanity-blood.html' title='Don&apos;t put that on the blog! Insanity! BLOOD!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9d7spxr_Qzo/TjS8paW6ajI/AAAAAAAACFw/4TyZv4KyNSQ/s72-c/Treecontroler+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8549925841018740729</id><published>2011-07-29T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:54:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success, waiting games, knocking on wood, community support, and midnight lovin'..</title><content type='html'>Not much exciting to report.. but I'm afraid if I leave this idle too long&amp;nbsp;I will fall back into old habits and my poor little blog with get neglected again. Since my last entry, I finished editing the wedding photos and delivered them. The family was happy - SUCCESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tskOL-b_14/TjM3t8KrTEI/AAAAAAAACFk/KBdBsXUuFJw/s1600/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tskOL-b_14/TjM3t8KrTEI/AAAAAAAACFk/KBdBsXUuFJw/s320/48.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Matt has narrowed down his Harley choice to one or two bikes now it's just the waiting and searching game. .waiting he doesn't like, searching not so bad. The fun part of the process is test riding all these fun bikes. I am so happy that he will be able to ride again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As for me, I'm on round three of antibiotics as of today - ARGH. Didn't help that I have a cold on top of all this other crud, but I think I'm on the mend. *KNOCK ON WOOD* Ya I know I said that before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Went to Walmart today with the kidlets to get their "back to school" supplies.. which basically meant looking at a couple different school lists and giggling.. then picking whatever the heck we wanted. There was a lady who asked me if Jon was starting school this year, and when I told her yes and it was home school she was very encouraging. And another lady apparently overheard because she walked by, grabbed my arm, and said "Good for you" with the most kind look. Getting so much support and understanding from the community is really neat. Everyone knows how bad schools are getting. I asked Jonathan while we&amp;nbsp;were out, "So, we gonna pack your lunch for school?" He said, "Yes! On wait no we can make what we want can't we we will be HOME!" hahaha.. I love those moments. We will be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And this one is for Alissa so some day she can look back and remember.. how every night her cat Kisses came into the house to sneak under the covers with her. This is not an uncommon sight in the middle of the night here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF82vUl4c0k/TjM43nKzpVI/AAAAAAAACFo/3sDpU8CkWaY/s1600/IMG_6215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF82vUl4c0k/TjM43nKzpVI/AAAAAAAACFo/3sDpU8CkWaY/s320/IMG_6215.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8549925841018740729?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8549925841018740729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8549925841018740729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8549925841018740729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8549925841018740729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/success-waiting-games-knocking-on-wood.html' title='Success, waiting games, knocking on wood, community support, and midnight lovin&apos;..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tskOL-b_14/TjM3t8KrTEI/AAAAAAAACFk/KBdBsXUuFJw/s72-c/48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1465650570841928761</id><published>2011-07-21T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:02:41.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty cameras, early mornings, and Harley's.</title><content type='html'>Matt took the kidlets out fishing this Sunday in the Detroit area.. I stayed home to get some R&amp;amp;R. I sent him with the little point and shoot camera to document their adventures for me.. and when he came home I was all excited to upload them. And much to my surprise this is what I saw - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_cnNxRPhw/TijKB63iMGI/AAAAAAAACFc/S96X1HXVXEU/s1600/fishing+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_cnNxRPhw/TijKB63iMGI/AAAAAAAACFc/S96X1HXVXEU/s320/fishing+001.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1c8QBnRyFI/TijKFNZISXI/AAAAAAAACFg/Wyygj4kj-9c/s1600/fishing+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1c8QBnRyFI/TijKFNZISXI/AAAAAAAACFg/Wyygj4kj-9c/s320/fishing+002.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep...that was ALL I saw. Two pictures. LOL! Okay.. I should give him a bit of credit, at least he remembered he had a camera. Note Jonathan's outfit.. guess who likes to dress himself? Hehe.. they had a ton of fun and came home with 7 fish. We ate them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty laid back. The kidlets have had VBS (Vacation Bible School) from 9-12 every morning. Alissa is NOT happy about that by the way... "But MOOOOOOM I wanna sleep in." Ya, well.. we can do that when school starts. Sleep in?? When school starts?? Oh man life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.. I am on the mend slowly but surely. Been busy editing photos from the wedding and...and...and.. ya not much else. I am looking forward to returning to the land of the living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I do have big news before I&amp;nbsp;close. Upon much soul searching and prayer we have decided to start shopping for a motorcycle for Matt. We want to start an Oregon chapter of &lt;a href="http://bacaworld.org/"&gt;BACA&lt;/a&gt; (Bikers Against Child Abuse). And you can't start that without a bike.. Matt will have to suffer through his first Harley..poor guy I know. I am excited to start that journey.. Most of the praying is that we find the right bike that we can afford. If it is meant to be we have faith it will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1465650570841928761?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1465650570841928761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1465650570841928761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1465650570841928761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1465650570841928761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/empty-cameras-early-mornings-and.html' title='Empty cameras, early mornings, and Harley&apos;s.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_cnNxRPhw/TijKB63iMGI/AAAAAAAACFc/S96X1HXVXEU/s72-c/fishing+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7885960824401365238</id><published>2011-07-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:25:13.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugglers, parades, and infections - OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On Wednesday I brought the kidlets to the library to see a juggling show. Little did&amp;nbsp;know it would be hil-ar-i-ous. The guy was a crack up and an amazing juggler. The kids loved the show.. and more then once Alissa looked at me and asked what was so funny. I love when they can mix adult humor in that goes way over the kiddos heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.. yesterday was Alissa's long awaited parade. As in - she has been planning this for about 6 months. So we dug the o' wagon out of the garage and the kids decorated it. Alissa also insisted that we throw candy.. so Matt went out and bought a bag full for them. We headed out to Bush Park bright and early and met up with Ali and Jon's preschool group. Creative Discovery - Best. School. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzwtGRxFTec/TiG861bM_hI/AAAAAAAACFM/Grp2mgEgpqE/s1600/Juggleandparade+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzwtGRxFTec/TiG861bM_hI/AAAAAAAACFM/Grp2mgEgpqE/s320/Juggleandparade+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5M-MbzELjY/TiG896FQvrI/AAAAAAAACFQ/qJVlgpyWILI/s1600/Juggleandparade+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5M-MbzELjY/TiG896FQvrI/AAAAAAAACFQ/qJVlgpyWILI/s320/Juggleandparade+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI7G8XYEe8k/TiG9EJnPtKI/AAAAAAAACFU/YtadSpNMFBw/s1600/Juggleandparade+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lI7G8XYEe8k/TiG9EJnPtKI/AAAAAAAACFU/YtadSpNMFBw/s320/Juggleandparade+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULdO7UVKK6M/TiG9GtjlR5I/AAAAAAAACFY/S5Kfe2joZU0/s1600/Juggleandparade+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULdO7UVKK6M/TiG9GtjlR5I/AAAAAAAACFY/S5Kfe2joZU0/s320/Juggleandparade+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The parade was a success.. both kids had a blast. Mom was stinkin tired. Which brings us to my third topic.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have been fighting a yucky infection that started with a hair folicle. I am sparing the details here but I will say it is no fun. Trying to entertain the kidlets while feeling like poo is not so great. I took them to the theater to see Rio (awesome movie, too cute) and had them running around in the indoor park on Thursday all in an attempt to entertain with minimal mommy effort... I'm just not up to it yet. Went back to the doc yesterday where they piled on more antibiotic and other things.. Is this just part of getting older? All of a sudden a simple thing that my 20 year old body would laugh at and kick its butt.. but my 30 year old self just rolls over and cries. HAHaha.. Anyhow.. today Papa is coming over to entertain so I can hibernate. And on we march in this parade called life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7885960824401365238?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7885960824401365238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7885960824401365238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7885960824401365238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7885960824401365238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/jugglers-parades-and-infections-oh-my.html' title='Jugglers, parades, and infections - OH MY!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jzwtGRxFTec/TiG861bM_hI/AAAAAAAACFM/Grp2mgEgpqE/s72-c/Juggleandparade+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3038350384206500016</id><published>2011-07-08T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:03:52.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you: "Blog With Video and Picture"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I give you: "Bear Falling From Tree"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d82ae71b12723c6f" 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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd82ae71b12723c6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2754CA3D21430F5A02F8F06D3D0992113F03587C.200E10238349B294E4370F90013506D6F7D664D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd82ae71b12723c6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLbViaFOjFhn8fHJ_8mI4QwaYyeI&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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd82ae71b12723c6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2754CA3D21430F5A02F8F06D3D0992113F03587C.200E10238349B294E4370F90013506D6F7D664D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd82ae71b12723c6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLbViaFOjFhn8fHJ_8mI4QwaYyeI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Bear Behind Glass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53c34958fc58efb2" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53c34958fc58efb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13DE8C2FCB02BF29A0B83ADE2D9B7F8534BF1724.4941BB54ED6A9C5B27EE80484DEB5A1989B86943%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53c34958fc58efb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-HBeBpNK0PcdnqIg15k0nZG2yCM&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53c34958fc58efb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13DE8C2FCB02BF29A0B83ADE2D9B7F8534BF1724.4941BB54ED6A9C5B27EE80484DEB5A1989B86943%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53c34958fc58efb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-HBeBpNK0PcdnqIg15k0nZG2yCM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Boy Who Tells Goat Who's Boss" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKzAki7UoeM/ThdLtrCnq9I/AAAAAAAACEk/PzeXxPCN62Q/s1600/ZooJuly+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKzAki7UoeM/ThdLtrCnq9I/AAAAAAAACEk/PzeXxPCN62Q/s320/ZooJuly+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Girl Who Whispers To Goats" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Byzbjg18Zh4/ThdL5dGyvKI/AAAAAAAACEo/iGGd9j2TZvQ/s1600/ZooJuly+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Byzbjg18Zh4/ThdL5dGyvKI/AAAAAAAACEo/iGGd9j2TZvQ/s320/ZooJuly+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: ﻿"Sister Protecting Brother From Sharptooth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LunumyfHRO8/ThdL946jDDI/AAAAAAAACEs/E5bXSBKrx2E/s1600/ZooJuly+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LunumyfHRO8/ThdL946jDDI/AAAAAAAACEs/E5bXSBKrx2E/s320/ZooJuly+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Girl With Dino Wing Span" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2QW15XD2Js/ThdMBcoHaTI/AAAAAAAACEw/19uzD7YC29Y/s1600/ZooJuly+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2QW15XD2Js/ThdMBcoHaTI/AAAAAAAACEw/19uzD7YC29Y/s320/ZooJuly+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Jerks Walking Into Picture" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTVdhL2pZpI/ThdMGUmHdaI/AAAAAAAACE0/hBq3EIQa-70/s1600/ZooJuly+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTVdhL2pZpI/ThdMGUmHdaI/AAAAAAAACE0/hBq3EIQa-70/s320/ZooJuly+049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Picture Without Jerks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UC1MfnfEnV4/ThdMI8r1PbI/AAAAAAAACE4/ePAd4XAD_Lo/s1600/ZooJuly+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UC1MfnfEnV4/ThdMI8r1PbI/AAAAAAAACE4/ePAd4XAD_Lo/s320/ZooJuly+050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I give you: "Boy Who Conquers Lions" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sM34nxPgTyY/ThdMOqRt-DI/AAAAAAAACE8/dJDpuHxefc0/s1600/ZooJuly+064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sM34nxPgTyY/ThdMOqRt-DI/AAAAAAAACE8/dJDpuHxefc0/s320/ZooJuly+064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "Girl With No Fear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IlRclPjvUI/ThdMROBb7jI/AAAAAAAACFA/Ur-TLqcEEng/s1600/ZooJuly+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IlRclPjvUI/ThdMROBb7jI/AAAAAAAACFA/Ur-TLqcEEng/s320/ZooJuly+065.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I give you: "What Happens When Girl Has No Fear" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA46Qv8dtp8/ThdUgkdY1GI/AAAAAAAACFI/zJ4EAtEvOG4/s1600/DINO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA46Qv8dtp8/ThdUgkdY1GI/AAAAAAAACFI/zJ4EAtEvOG4/s320/DINO.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3038350384206500016?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3038350384206500016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3038350384206500016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3038350384206500016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3038350384206500016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-give-you-blog-with-video-and-picture.html' title='I give you: &quot;Blog With Video and Picture&quot;'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKzAki7UoeM/ThdLtrCnq9I/AAAAAAAACEk/PzeXxPCN62Q/s72-c/ZooJuly+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-9218989288620011599</id><published>2011-07-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:11:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks, shrinky dinks, and fostering fears...Moo.</title><content type='html'>The 4th of July was nice. The kids went with Grandma and Grandpa to Enchanted Forest for the day. Matt and I watched "The Walking Dead". It was an interesting series because although it&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; about the zombie apocalypse...it was the first zombie show I have seen where they showed some humanity. Remembering the zombies&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;people once&amp;nbsp;and sort of gave some of the zombies back story. Different perspective. And if you haven't seen it I am by no means telling you it is all fluff..nononono.. plenty of gore and ick..but there are time outs from that here and there. Ok, off my zombie rant.. after we watched the series the kids arrived home (good timing haha) and we headed over to the other Grandparents house. We were assigned to bring deviled eggs and Asian slaw.. they had spare ribs, hamburgers, hot dogs, homemade tater salad, chips, baked beans, cantaloupe, watermelon, etc etc... getting the picture? We could have fed the entire neighborhood. It was great as always. Papa came over to enjoy dinner with us and it was&amp;nbsp;nice to have him there. After dinner we had two separate buckets of fireworks - day time and night time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d18e9edeef084848" 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://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd18e9edeef084848%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D399265BF66157DA46CFDBAB9E709DCD2E52D2D71.235DCF95F1259A968404CA7D96623D774DB98CC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd18e9edeef084848%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWa4UbRRkvs1w_Mobr5vBb-t6L1k&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://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd18e9edeef084848%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D399265BF66157DA46CFDBAB9E709DCD2E52D2D71.235DCF95F1259A968404CA7D96623D774DB98CC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd18e9edeef084848%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWa4UbRRkvs1w_Mobr5vBb-t6L1k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alissa was totally thrilled that this year her daddy deemed her old enough to hold the punk and light some fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy0DyAYv4b0/ThX6n4NU_PI/AAAAAAAACEE/TQtZ5UVAlzM/s1600/2011-07-04+19.47.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy0DyAYv4b0/ThX6n4NU_PI/AAAAAAAACEE/TQtZ5UVAlzM/s320/2011-07-04+19.47.44.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg73OMlPgXs/ThX62yhx-kI/AAAAAAAACEY/CyC0kiyuAWY/s1600/1309834071029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg73OMlPgXs/ThX62yhx-kI/AAAAAAAACEY/CyC0kiyuAWY/s320/1309834071029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is running for her life after lighting a firework. HAhahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPYwhvcLFBs/ThX6qrJslpI/AAAAAAAACEI/Gb8IJun7lHs/s1600/2011-07-04+19.25.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPYwhvcLFBs/ThX6qrJslpI/AAAAAAAACEI/Gb8IJun7lHs/s320/2011-07-04+19.25.34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bethany had a blast as always. We are really blessed to have Beth in our lives.. such a sweet soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9TYkKKNdBA/ThX6tSPSAMI/AAAAAAAACEM/PKqBld8IzPg/s1600/2011-07-04+20.34.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9TYkKKNdBA/ThX6tSPSAMI/AAAAAAAACEM/PKqBld8IzPg/s320/2011-07-04+20.34.55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqK0v-EeVYg/ThX6vf0Q3EI/AAAAAAAACEQ/z7QyoHRAzYg/s1600/2011-07-04+20.35.26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zqK0v-EeVYg/ThX6vf0Q3EI/AAAAAAAACEQ/z7QyoHRAzYg/s320/2011-07-04+20.35.26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdSYsZijcCw/ThX6x37Ft4I/AAAAAAAACEU/lURQrRyU1jQ/s1600/2011-07-04+19.21.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FdSYsZijcCw/ThX6x37Ft4I/AAAAAAAACEU/lURQrRyU1jQ/s320/2011-07-04+19.21.13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jonathan was happy because he got to hang with his buddy Andrew. Andrew is only a couple weeks older than Jon and lives right next to Grandma Davis. We got home at around 10:30 and everyone was pooped. It was a great 4th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In other news.. yesterday was our Grand Vines opening for our bovine themed photos. Matt and I got to show up for a little while and say hi but had our foster parenting class so had to leave fairly soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0BJoXP0gdA/ThX9w8xIITI/AAAAAAAACEg/c--3TEfdQWk/s1600/IMG_3308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0BJoXP0gdA/ThX9w8xIITI/AAAAAAAACEg/c--3TEfdQWk/s320/IMG_3308.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My talented mother made these cool shrinky dink name tags. If you have never played with shrinky dinks..do it. And here is Matt with Elvis and Priscilla.. The Little Red House was in a different location.. didn't fit with these two fun loving cows. The Little Red House is actually a very disturbing picture.. to me anyhow. But it made the statement it was meant to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tC24gP-Dat8/ThX9nNMiM2I/AAAAAAAACEc/hK4bstxN9z0/s1600/IMG_3304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tC24gP-Dat8/ThX9nNMiM2I/AAAAAAAACEc/hK4bstxN9z0/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I might write about The Little Red House and post it another time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After the Grand Vines we went to our fostering class #2. At one point during the class Matt looked at me with concern and stated, "Not sure you are cut out for this." And what an accurate statement THAT was. I had an idea this would be hard.. but boy was I underestimating it. I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;get through these classes. I have to. I already have learned enough where I feel I will be a better parent.. more able to meet and recognize the needs of my own kids. The part that is killing me is I want so badly to help these poor kids and hearing the things that people..no&lt;em&gt; parents&lt;/em&gt;..do to their own kids is making me sick. Like physically ill.. the part that makes it the worse is I feel so powerless. I would in a heartbeat adopt them all.. take them in.. &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;them. And all &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want is their parents love and attention. I better stop here or I could go on and on and on. I am afraid for humanity, lets just leave it there. And am I cut out for this? I am seriously questioning that now. But I will hang in there until the end and see where this takes me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think that's it for now.&amp;nbsp; Oh! I also changed the comments settings so you can leave a comment even if you don't have an account. So if you have something to say, well.. go ahead. Make my day. (Hear the Clint? Ya, I was impressed too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until next time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-9218989288620011599?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/9218989288620011599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=9218989288620011599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/9218989288620011599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/9218989288620011599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/fireworks-shrinky-dinks-and-fostering.html' title='Fireworks, shrinky dinks, and fostering fears...Moo.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy0DyAYv4b0/ThX6n4NU_PI/AAAAAAAACEE/TQtZ5UVAlzM/s72-c/2011-07-04+19.47.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-530064813787695636</id><published>2011-07-03T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:03:39.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of inducing vomit 101. Read at your own risk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xbczNgcfVw/ThDjaNhXfPI/AAAAAAAACEA/SpXnblbW8TM/s1600/IMG_7400-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xbczNgcfVw/ThDjaNhXfPI/AAAAAAAACEA/SpXnblbW8TM/s320/IMG_7400-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"PUKE PORKY PUUUUUUKE!!!" .. ok so maybe that's not what this kid was saying, but it is pretty darn close to what I was saying about an hour ago. So I made it through two babies and seven years of having children without ever needing to induce vomiting. Pretty good track record isn't it? And how you might ask did this track record get broken??? I am pleased to announce it was not my children. Came home from church today and instantly noticed something just wasn't quite right about our Dachshund Pancake.. she was flippin HUGE. As in, bloated.. massive.. what the hay?? I look over and see that her buddy and partner in crime did something I don't believe she has EVER done in her 9 years.. she knocked over the trash can. And lucky me.. we had chicken last night. You see where this is going don't you? There was also an assortment of who-knows-what in that trash can and frankly I had no idea what Pancake did or did not eat. So, trusting my gut I go to my medicine cabinet.. dig WAY in the back.. and found my "POISON EMERGENCY KIT" that I bought when Alissa was born. Ya.. that was 7 years ago. I checked and it says it expired in 2005. Well heck.. 6 years expired.. whats the worse thing? Ipecac doesn't work? It's just the dog lets give it a try. So I go online where it tells me to administer 1 tsp per 10 pounds of body weigh. That means 1 tsp for our little Pancake. So Matt holds her and I use a baby medicine dropper to squirt it down her throat....and then we wait. And wait.. and wait. It appears Ipecac does indeed expire because although she snorted a few times..no vomit. Next I hit up the ol' internet where it tells my to put 1/2 teaspoon salt on the back of her tongue. I went and grabbed the salt, and poured out 1/4 teaspoon. I mean lets get real here that's a LOT of salt! I would puke. So again Matt holds her, I dump the salt on the back of her tongue. And we watch. And wait...and wait...aaaaand.. no vomit. REALLY?! Ok.. time for the big guns. Last option (per my handy resource) is hydrogen peroxide. If this doesn't work we are sunk. So I grab the bottle, measure out the 1 teaspoon instructed.. Matt holds her down.. I squirt it down her throat..aaaaand... INSTANT success!!! VOMIT!!! I do the happy vomit dance (ok not really) while we watch her hark up stupid amounts of bread and..yep..chicken. A whole pile of chicken bones. Now in hind sight that may not have been the best thing having chicken bones come back up as we risked the whole sharp object coming up the esophagus.. but under the circumstances I'm glad we did and all that isn't going to make it's way through her intestines. Did we do the right thing? Jeez I hope so.. Was it a cluster? Yes you bet. But Pancake looks much better, and can now run properly. She was so fat, I kid you not, that she would run and then roll over because her short little legs couldn't hold up her girth. &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story = Big dogs helping little dogs into trash cans is bad. Syrup of Ipecac does expire. Salt doesn't do squat. And hydrogen peroxide is the most useful substance on the planet. Oh, and chicken bones should go into the trash outside right away. I have learned a lot this afternoon. Thanks Pancake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-530064813787695636?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/530064813787695636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=530064813787695636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/530064813787695636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/530064813787695636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/joys-of-inducing-vomit-101-read-at-your.html' title='The joys of inducing vomit 101. Read at your own risk..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xbczNgcfVw/ThDjaNhXfPI/AAAAAAAACEA/SpXnblbW8TM/s72-c/IMG_7400-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5415319414704968051</id><published>2011-07-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:15:29.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Alissa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Alissa received the following letter today: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejJgQuKbR84/Tg_Clu5-d9I/AAAAAAAACD8/sWGb4qpcQXY/s1600/Alissaletter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejJgQuKbR84/Tg_Clu5-d9I/AAAAAAAACD8/sWGb4qpcQXY/s320/Alissaletter.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She has been absolutely beside herself with excitement. Can't wait to see her up on stage! Am I a wee bit proud? You betcha. Way to go Alissa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are goin' to the fair!!!! WOOHOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5415319414704968051?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5415319414704968051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5415319414704968051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5415319414704968051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5415319414704968051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/congratulations-alissa.html' title='Congratulations Alissa!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejJgQuKbR84/Tg_Clu5-d9I/AAAAAAAACD8/sWGb4qpcQXY/s72-c/Alissaletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7945761213897629594</id><published>2011-07-02T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:03:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post in which I balance precariously on my soap box...</title><content type='html'>I was just reading a friends posting about her new tattoo and it really got me thinking. I wonder why we are always so worried about what others think about us? How much power do we give the opinion of our peers when it comes to the decisions we make in our own lives? It should be that we make our decisions based on our own values and belief systems and we should be PROUD if these decisions are made for the right reasons. But it's not that simple is it? We are constantly calculating what we do and say for the benefit of how we appear to other people.. instead of just being TRUE to ourselves. On the flip side of that coin, do you often find yourself judging others? What a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I hung my photographs at Grand Vines downtown. I watched my friends and fellow photographers as they did likewise and was so proud of each and every one of them. They are putting their creations in front of strangers knowing that every person will be judging what they see. Good, bad, or ugly. Those photos now hang there as an open invitation for admiration, critique, or indifference. And all those who put their work on the wall know this. And they did it anyway. I applaud that, especially because I know it is more difficult for some then others. &lt;br /&gt;If only we could hang our decisions, our thoughts, our opinions, our lives..all of that.. if we could hang all of that up for others to see.. with the same acceptance that it will not always be admired.. sometimes critiqued.. mostly go unnoticed. And who really cares? If it is something you feel to be the right thing, hang it up for all to see. Be proud of who you are, what you have done&amp;nbsp;and what you believe in. And allow others that same courtesy. It's the right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and come to Grand Vines first Wednesday, July 6th some time between 5-8 (shameless plug hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZvr3WcOAV4/Tg-jUjWtD9I/AAAAAAAACD0/JK46751aPQE/s1600/Iseeyoucow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZvr3WcOAV4/Tg-jUjWtD9I/AAAAAAAACD0/JK46751aPQE/s320/Iseeyoucow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moo. &lt;br /&gt;Ya, until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7945761213897629594?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7945761213897629594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7945761213897629594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7945761213897629594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7945761213897629594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-in-which-i-balance-precariously-on.html' title='A post in which I balance precariously on my soap box...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZvr3WcOAV4/Tg-jUjWtD9I/AAAAAAAACD0/JK46751aPQE/s72-c/Iseeyoucow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5176633368205199340</id><published>2011-07-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:32:47.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the HECK am I thinking?????</title><content type='html'>I mean really... I must be off my rocker. An idea has been bouncing around in my head for years.. every now and then it whispers to me. Every time it whispers I laugh it off and run for the hills. Not this time. How could I just yesterday give a friend the advice - "if it scares you it NEEDS to be done for this is how we grow"..and then ignore my own words? I am standing at the door of the airplane, altitude has been reached, this is MY time.. solo.. no one strapped to my back to push me out. I have to make this step. Only this step isn't one that will take me down to free fall to the earth, this step will take me back in time. To places I have long tried to forget but that still whisper to me. To my past. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to write a book. Oh my.. just typing those words makes my chest tight with fear. You see, I love books. I treasure books. I idolize those who can write books. I have said countless times that I count NEVER in a million years create such an amazing thing.. as a book. Short stories? Sure. A book? Forget it. So here I go.. I think in reality I have been writing this book in my head for some time. Oh and if you have been a part of my life don't worry. You won't see your name in the story.. or mine for that matter. Will I even try and publish? Not ready to think about that. But there is a story in my head that needs to be written. And God willing it may some day earn the distinct honor of becoming a real honest-to-gosh book. &lt;br /&gt;This really does scare the heck out of me.. so here I go.. I'll try not to pull the cord too early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have some writing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHNNe6WEEto/Tg4ECQs52-I/AAAAAAAACDw/x1aDzpDdS2I/s1600/Assignment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHNNe6WEEto/Tg4ECQs52-I/AAAAAAAACDw/x1aDzpDdS2I/s320/Assignment.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5176633368205199340?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5176633368205199340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5176633368205199340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5176633368205199340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5176633368205199340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-heck-am-i-thinking.html' title='What the HECK am I thinking?????'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHNNe6WEEto/Tg4ECQs52-I/AAAAAAAACDw/x1aDzpDdS2I/s72-c/Assignment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8889073664145544871</id><published>2011-06-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:48:29.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The great blog debate.</title><content type='html'>OK maybe it's not so great.. but it's on my mind so I'm going to pour it out into this cute little "Compose" box. I am thinking about where I want to go with this blog,. If I am going to bring it back from the dead.. do I want it to continue as it has always been.. or bring it back a wee bit different. Shall I continue to use it to document our lives with words and photographs. Or do I want to go deeper than that? Deeper meaning expose some of the things that dance around in my head.. my thoughts, opinions, dreams, disappointments. I know if I dive deeper I run the risk of judgement and I'm not sure if I want to go there or not. If it stays superficial.. simply a journal of our lives it is a bit more safe. But then why did I pick that quote to be up front and center&amp;nbsp;on my blog years ago? I have stopped myself more than once from writing things on here.. I mean it IS a public blog. But...but...but.. not real sure yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yS55D7SknV4/Tg01R68wwQI/AAAAAAAACDs/CppfYAJt9W8/s1600/pancake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yS55D7SknV4/Tg01R68wwQI/AAAAAAAACDs/CppfYAJt9W8/s320/pancake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8889073664145544871?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8889073664145544871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8889073664145544871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8889073664145544871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8889073664145544871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/great-blog-debate.html' title='The great blog debate.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yS55D7SknV4/Tg01R68wwQI/AAAAAAAACDs/CppfYAJt9W8/s72-c/pancake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5061459534485685806</id><published>2011-06-30T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:28:20.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funerals, VW Bugs, and Taw Taw inspiration.</title><content type='html'>Matt lost a good friend last Sunday. Her funeral is today. Cancer is so terrible... He is going to be heading to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tillamook&lt;/span&gt; for her funeral to pay his last respects. I didn't know her personally, but from what I heard she was an incredible friend, co-worker, mother (of 7 I believe), and grandmother. She was also a believer and is now safe in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; topic.. Matt wants to buy a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; Bug. I think he would look hilarious driving one of those things. Not a new one, an old and tired one. I love how I can never quite figure him out.. always full of surprises. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; Bug? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. his first choice is a Thing, but apparently you have to pay a lot of money for one of those ugly cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple months ago I got a wild hair in a creativity/photography group I am a part of.. unofficially "The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taw's&lt;/span&gt;". And I decided that dang it.. I wanna learn to play the guitar. I happen to be blessed with a step-dad who is an amazing guitar player and he said he was willing to show me the ropes. Since then I have been practicing every day until my fingers hurt and my hand shakes..and all that work has paid off! My favorite that I can play now - Blind Melon's No Rain. I can also play "You are my sunshine", "This old man", and "What's Up" -4non &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Blonde's&lt;/span&gt;. It is so relaxing and fun. I am kicking myself for not learning a long long time ago. I want to be able to play camp fire songs for the girl scouts when we go out next year. So I am in the process of learning those now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially, with this post, posted more in a few days then last year all together. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;! Going to try and keep it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5061459534485685806?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5061459534485685806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5061459534485685806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5061459534485685806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5061459534485685806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/funerals-vw-bugs-and-taw-taw.html' title='Funerals, VW Bugs, and Taw Taw inspiration.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-230285721912560266</id><published>2011-06-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:13:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano and home run hitters..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Alissa had her piano lesson at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; house. She is new to the piano but catching on quickly. In fact, she gave me a lesson yesterday. What I absolutely love and adore (other than her fabulous teacher) is that even with piano Alissa's unique personality shines. Last week after her lesson her teacher wanted to have a chat. She tells me Alissa is picking up the technical aspects very quickly.. but wants to spend half the lesson creating her own music. She asked me if I felt this was okay or if I wanted her progressing more quickly with the technical stuff. Are you kidding me?! I discover she is actually creating her own music.. and her teacher is writing it all down for her. We are talking words and all. I am so in love with the kid. I told the teacher I was thrilled with her being creative and having fun with the piano and to nurture that during lessons. Luckily her teacher is young and flexible and open to Alissa's creativeness because it can be difficult to keep her focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is showing some real potential to be quite the slugger! Papa has been giving him regular coaching and this little man and his hand-eye coordinating is just the coolest thing to watch. He has recently learned about running the bases.. we had our first family baseball game in the backyard last night and it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. Of course Matt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; hit a grand slam and had to go knock on the neighbors door to retrieve Jonathan's beloved batman ball. Other than THAT is was fun. Jonathan has hit a few on the roof.. and his favorite is when he hits them and they whack Papa. Next year he will be in a league and I think he is going to love it. I can't wait to watch him play sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-230285721912560266?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/230285721912560266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=230285721912560266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/230285721912560266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/230285721912560266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/piano-and-home-run-hitters.html' title='Piano and home run hitters..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2405327394688062077</id><published>2011-06-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:51:01.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will home school be like?</title><content type='html'>Interviews with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kidlets&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa first, "Um really fun and a chance to stay with your family. To learn more than schools can teach you. Staying on track and not getting distracted and less noise to bother you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan..same question. "I don't know. Playing.. going outside.. playing with Ali. Playing with the dogs. Learning to read, have a snack.. having fireworks. Having a teacher (and he hugs my arm tight, just have to add that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;)... having a play thing. Playing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2405327394688062077?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2405327394688062077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2405327394688062077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2405327394688062077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2405327394688062077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-will-home-school-be-like.html' title='What will home school be like?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4713353042732492457</id><published>2011-06-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:28:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened ?</title><content type='html'>I was just reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; some old posts from 2008 and I LOVE them. Why have I not been writing?? Shame on me. Anyway.. lets just see if I can bring this back to life. No laughing, I know I have tried before without success. First off let me introduce you to Pancake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623329211560122834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl5wvNzqmX4/TgoUH84eWdI/AAAAAAAACDQ/eQXUNnYB65w/s400/Pancakers.jpg" /&gt;Pancake was born on December 23rd, 2010.. and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; happened to be the doggy mid-wife that night and was there to see her born. We have never had (nor considered) a small dog.. but there was something magical about being there for the delivery.. and they were so darn cute. And Matt thought me completely insane. But being the sweet adorable husband he is, he agreed we needed a new puppy. At the time we had Zena and Triton as well. We were worried that this dog would be so small she would get squished like a..ya.. Pancake. Thus the name. As fate would have it, before Pancake was old enough to come home Triton showed some aggressive behavior to towards Jonathan, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the one thing I will never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tolerate&lt;/span&gt; in a dog. So he is now living back with his breeder and her family and doing wonderfully. That was the hardest, most miserable thing EVER.. but I think God knew we would be put in that position and gently guided me to Pancake to soothe my heart. Triton was my boy.. and he will always be missed. Pancake is a riot.. the kids love her and they play constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zena is still around and going strong, she is the best dog we will probably ever have.. she is so old now, and her allergies still bother her. Don't know how much longer we have with the old girl but we will enjoy every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.. we bought a camper trailer! Went on our first camp out to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walten&lt;/span&gt; Lake and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prineville&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reservoir&lt;/span&gt;. Had a BLAST! Camper was a steal, and it's the perfect size for our family. We pull it with the trusty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' minivan. That minivan will be paid off in a year!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAYAYAYAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is the only pic I could find of the trailer set up.. kiddos are pulling fluff off of cattails here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623331545802845218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbFkb4iG8hQ/TgoWP0nTrCI/AAAAAAAACDY/C302198oTag/s400/16.jpg" /&gt; Alissa and the fish we caught at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walten&lt;/span&gt; Lake.. she picket the location.. showed her a map and a few options. She chose a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnS8e8EeIHM/TgoWQ0qzKBI/AAAAAAAACDo/bH9AJ4h2WPE/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623331562997360658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnS8e8EeIHM/TgoWQ0qzKBI/AAAAAAAACDo/bH9AJ4h2WPE/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan and his FIRST FISH! He was the proudest boy EVER.. I think he asked 50 times, "Are you so proud of me?" Cutest thing. And we was all puffed up with pride as he watched Alissa devour his prize catch. Not only did he CATCH a first.. his sister ate it and it's her favorite thing. And Jonathan happens to love and adore his big sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvvbimeqPas/TgoWQR-HN3I/AAAAAAAACDg/LTOk5vswNh0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623331553683126130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvvbimeqPas/TgoWQR-HN3I/AAAAAAAACDg/LTOk5vswNh0/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We brought both doggies on the trip and hey did great. No problems at all. It was relaxing and fun.. and the fact that we didn't have to stay in a tent = super big bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In even more news.. I have been gearing up for next school year. Alissa's wonderful little school has been affected by cuts like all the others and we won't be returning next year. What does that leave?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Home school&lt;/span&gt;. That's right. I'm doing it. At first I was a bit scared.. this is so far outside what I thought I would ever do. But now I have a real sense of peace with our families decision. My kids come first, before having kids we knew that once they were here we would sacrifice anything for them. We have struggled financially with one income, Matt has had to give up having fun toys.. but we do it without complaint because we have succeeded in raising our our children. And now, I get to be their teacher. We had planned on me working part time when they were both in school and bringing in some much needed income, but again.. they come first. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dinking&lt;/span&gt; around with a few ideas to bring in income.. we shall see. Right now we are in the process of rearranging our little house to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; school and just getting organized. I am organizationally challenged. Always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news? Yep. We start classes in July to become foster parents. This is something I have had in my heart to do for years and years.. but Matt was not on the same page.. in fact, he was in a different book altogether. But now we are both ready to start this journey. I have always wanted to help children.. do something. It is no big secret that I am extremely Pro-Life and value kids more than anything else. And it's almost like one of those, you walk the walk you should talk the talk type things. I want to make a difference, even if it is for a very short time.. I want every child to feel valued and loved. Our society values life less and less.. and children less and less. I see sad, angry, lost kids everywhere I go. When did we become so selfish as parents? Where is the guidance that kids so desperately seek? Anyhow.. I'll stop there. Back to the fostering thing.. we are only taking one child age 2 and under. Can't risk our own kids safety with older children.. and we have a tiny house and no room for more than one. But hey.. at least it is something. And I look forward to not only helping a child feel safe and loved, but having my children experience that sort of giving spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... more stuff - Thanks to our wonderful neighbors.. we have finally found a church that Matt and I both love. Matt has always been very picky about which church we attend and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consequence&lt;/span&gt; has been a lot of church hopping trying to find a church family. Well, we both agree we think we finally found a place we can look forward to going every week and contributing. The church does a ton of community outreach. I really wanted a church where our kids could experience giving outside of themselves. The first week we were there we learned of a fund raising effort where all of the funds went to a pregnancy crisis center to buy ultrasound equipment to save lives. THIS is my kind of place. Talk the talk..walk the walk. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the last thing..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. Alissa just went from a Daisy girl scout.. to a Brownie. She has officially made it further than I did. I should ask my mom why I never went to Brownies.. maybe I wasn't interested? Anyhow.. she is super excited. We have the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;girl scout&lt;/span&gt; leader EVER which makes it all the more enjoyable. Matt is going to be co-leading a cub scout troop with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;girl scout&lt;/span&gt; leader's hubby when Jonathan is ready. They have a young man Jon's age too. Matt is excited to get involved with scouts again! It is such a blessing having a husband who is so willing to be involved with his kids lives. Love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy I thought of something else! First Wednesday ( July 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) at the Grand Vines I will have 3 photographs on display! This will be my third gallery showing. So cool to see stuff up on the wall with your name on it. Speaking of photography - shooting a wedding on July 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Business is good there, just trying to not take on too much and keep my focus with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Feels good to get all this stuff down in my blog. I was just looking at archives and realized I had 1 post in 2010. ONE?!?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-4713353042732492457?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4713353042732492457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4713353042732492457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4713353042732492457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4713353042732492457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-happened.html' title='What happened ?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl5wvNzqmX4/TgoUH84eWdI/AAAAAAAACDQ/eQXUNnYB65w/s72-c/Pancakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5208880973172220194</id><published>2010-11-29T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:30:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Picture..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TPRKSuzwT1I/AAAAAAAACC8/oduB4fwbNiM/s1600/familypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545138726863130450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TPRKSuzwT1I/AAAAAAAACC8/oduB4fwbNiM/s400/familypic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a good friend and amazing photographer - Twyla, check her out at twylarohde.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5208880973172220194?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5208880973172220194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5208880973172220194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5208880973172220194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5208880973172220194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-family-picture.html' title='Our Family Picture..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TPRKSuzwT1I/AAAAAAAACC8/oduB4fwbNiM/s72-c/familypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1561769103715566955</id><published>2010-11-25T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:27:14.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TO6nXsLvbPI/AAAAAAAACC0/wAYkmf-7VL8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543552216778894578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TO6nXsLvbPI/AAAAAAAACC0/wAYkmf-7VL8/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First...I'll ask Alissa.. "What are you thankful for?" Alissa said, "Cats. Pegasus unicorns. Unicorns &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. And YOU. And my ABC's. And school, and home. And everything else. I love you. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TO6nXS-5YPI/AAAAAAAACCs/sSf939lT7to/s1600/IMG_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543552210014134514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TO6nXS-5YPI/AAAAAAAACCs/sSf939lT7to/s400/IMG_1647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;..same question for Jonathan.. "I'm thankful for my dinosaurs and thankful for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spidermans&lt;/span&gt;. I'm thankful for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;badguys&lt;/span&gt; and my ships and all the other toys. And I love you and Alissa and I love dad, too." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it. As for me? I'm thankful for my amazing, creative children.. my loving and supportive husband, our home and our ability to be together every day. I am thankful for photography and God's gifts to me so that I might make it a lucrative thing for our family. I am thankful for new friends and all the joy they have brought to my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been an interesting year for extended family. Some relationships have been strengthened which is a blessing. There have been disappointments with others exhibiting lack of character and morals who we sadly had to stop associating with to protect our children. Funny how life works and where roads take us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this Thanksgiving brings so much joy. We are surrounded by people we love and who love us in return. Family, friends, neighbors.. What a year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; with an amazing photographer friend on November 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Will post them here! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Turkey Day. &lt;/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;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/8184931619151471956-1561769103715566955?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1561769103715566955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1561769103715566955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1561769103715566955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1561769103715566955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TO6nXsLvbPI/AAAAAAAACC0/wAYkmf-7VL8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2525061752625505851</id><published>2010-10-31T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:28:26.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TM2INy_pdOI/AAAAAAAACCk/dTQGD_rMRHw/s1600/IMG_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534229287716615394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TM2INy_pdOI/AAAAAAAACCk/dTQGD_rMRHw/s400/IMG_1345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Has it really been almost a year? Wow. How about some quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa has lost 4 teeth total..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534228784318517762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TM2HwfsMEgI/AAAAAAAACCc/jKc67CRPfX8/s400/Ali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TM2HbDO11lI/AAAAAAAACCU/XNdyL-83EC0/s1600/IMG_1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call this her jack-o-lantern smile. She is also doing amazing in first grade - reading chapter books and by far light years ahead of her class. She is creative in ways that amaze me every day. She is a 6 year old writer, poet, artist, singer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;creator&lt;/span&gt; or robots, bug hunter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;. A child who's head is in the clouds imagining worlds and figuring out what adventure to go on next - and I LOVE IT. Alissa created her own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume - a ballerina with wings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan is an energetic, eager to learn 4 year old. He is full of spunk and has a tender heart. He likes things just so.. is very independent. He is very opinionated. Jonathan always makes me smile with his randomness.. driving home from grandma Adam's silly pumpkin party last night Jonathan out of the blue says quietly and with so much sincerity, "Your beautiful momma". My sweet charmer. He still likes pink, and I love that about him. He has a dinosaur and a ninja costume for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; because he simply liked them both.  His passion right now is for dinosaurs, not those cartoon silly ones.. but the real scary looking ones. He still sneaks into bed with us every night.. and I wouldn't miss those cuddles for anything.. too soon he will decide he is too big for all that cuddle stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt is amazing.. he is such an awesome dad taking the kids on their pumpkin patch field trips, making pumpkin pie with Ali, BEING there.. making special memories with the kids. He is a husband any wife would be proud to brag about, slaying dragons to provide for his family. We has recently whipped himself into shape and looks amazing, he is soon trying for the SWAT team.. which he will excel at like everything else. I am very proud of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself - I am a photographer. Really.. wow. I somehow slipped from a picture taking person to a true photographer. I have clients, I make money. I have fun! Who would have thought? On Wednesday a picture will be entered into a gallery to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;juried&lt;/span&gt; and possibly displayed for sale. I am excited!! I did Jonathan's school pictures this year for his whole school.. what a rewarding adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much more to write.. but for now I need to go make a scary breakfast for the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2525061752625505851?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2525061752625505851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2525061752625505851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2525061752625505851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2525061752625505851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/TM2INy_pdOI/AAAAAAAACCk/dTQGD_rMRHw/s72-c/IMG_1345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-17457386281370358</id><published>2009-12-25T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:38:13.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up to a little man snuggled close by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched my daughter walk sleepily from her room to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.. crawl into bed.. I asked her if Santa came and I watched her face light up and her dash from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard a squeal of joy and heard little feet running back to my room and heard a little voice say "He came! He came!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I climbed out of bed and told my sweet children they could pick one present to open from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel sad because I don't have my incredible husband here to see the look on their faces.. to share the magic.. to see the way Ali's eyes danced when she saw the crumbs left on her note from Santa and the empty wrapper from the Oreo cookie sticks Santa ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watch Jon to climb onto his too-big bike from Santa and struggle to reach the peddles.. and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watch Alissa open her bug making oven and giggle with laughter.. and I grin.. for my daughter is so unique and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we load into the car to give the gift of music to the nursing home where great-grandpa died.. and to teach the children the real meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we drive to Burger King and order a cheeseburger for Ali with no pickle and no mustard and a hamburger for Jon no pickle and frozen cokes all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I gaze at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree that sits in our too small house where the couch normally is.. because there was no where else to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thank God for our too-small house that is overflowing with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we look forward to Daddy getting off work so we can have dinner at Grandma Davis house and open presents together as a family tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my heart swells with love for my children and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-17457386281370358?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/17457386281370358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=17457386281370358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/17457386281370358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/17457386281370358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4978165803643302001</id><published>2009-09-13T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:46:33.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of.... CATAWACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/Sq1nUrv8SCI/AAAAAAAACA0/V4xbD3Ed2Eg/s1600-h/CLEARLAKE+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381070734816462882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/Sq1nUrv8SCI/AAAAAAAACA0/V4xbD3Ed2Eg/s400/CLEARLAKE+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, a long long time ago.. There was a little girl named Alissa. Alissa loved all things creepy and vowed to some day be a bug scientist. Alissa was a dreamer... always thinking up new ways to play and new adventures to embark on. But Alissa wasn't content to just be Alissa.. you see, in her mind she was capable of so much more. So on that day long long ago (about a month ago, but who's counting) Alissa had an "AH-HA!" moment when she created her very own superhero identity... that's right.. that's the day that CATAWACK was born. Catawack runs as fast as lightning, and she can jump over big rivers (this is a quote from Alissa standing beside me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STORY CONTINUED IN QUOTES FROM ALISSA WHO HAS DECIDED TO DICTATE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There's 101 and one cats (for the record there was 72 forever, guess this is growing). And she can break metal. And she's strong enough to break some wood. She's as fast as lighting and faster than lighting. She's fatser than anybody else. If anybody is in a race she'll always win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Tell me a story about Catawack and one of her adventures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALISSA: "Ok, but it's a long story. Ok. Catawack and her 72 cats were walking along and a skeleton bad guy saw them and he chased after them and a cat was biting on his buns. And then Catawack jumped over the lake and her 72 cats did and that skeleton stopped because he was trying to get the cat off his buns and he got a poky vine and he tried to whack the cat but the cat jumped off and he whacked himself on the buns with the pokey vine. And then the cat jumped over the lake with Catawack. And then there was just 1 bad guy that was bigger than them and the cats all jumped over the lake and the bad guy jumped over the lake and then ran out of oil. Mhm. Ready for the next story - It's Catawack on a safari and a great big monster and also all the cats bit his buns and then a cat was..some cats were nibbling on his feet and he said "AHHHHHH" and then he got a great great great big pokey pokey vine and he tried to whack the cats and he whacked his buns and then the cats on his feet jumped off of his feet and he whacked his feet. And then everything was saved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok Catawack was walking and her 72 cats. And also there was this GREAT big bad guy and some cats were in his hair and he didn't notice and so one bit him and he whacked his head with a pokey vine and pokey himself 101 times. And then everything was saved again. And then another bad guy showed up and then Catawack's cats bit him all over himself and he wacked himself with a lot of vines and then everything was saved."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-4978165803643302001?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4978165803643302001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4978165803643302001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4978165803643302001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4978165803643302001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-of-catawack.html' title='The Adventures of.... CATAWACK!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/Sq1nUrv8SCI/AAAAAAAACA0/V4xbD3Ed2Eg/s72-c/CLEARLAKE+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5268240792839776945</id><published>2009-08-28T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:08:58.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRASH MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2074ac648283c961" 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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2074ac648283c961%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A19FA48E9879045593E26C7F5017C580D3D7767.6D049C5C28D81428FD73DE15DF366758D7670B1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2074ac648283c961%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN2256CDX7yuxlsE94JRJ1r5shN4&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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2074ac648283c961%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A19FA48E9879045593E26C7F5017C580D3D7767.6D049C5C28D81428FD73DE15DF366758D7670B1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2074ac648283c961%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN2256CDX7yuxlsE94JRJ1r5shN4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every week Jonathan listens intently for his favorite person - the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TRASH MAN&lt;/span&gt;! If you ask Jonathan when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; comes he will quickly respond, "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; comes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friiiiiday's&lt;/span&gt;." In fact if you ask him when Grandma Davis' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; comes he responds, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; Davis' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; comes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tursday's&lt;/span&gt;". Jonathan recently turned 3 years old and wanted a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Trash man&lt;/span&gt; and Digger Party"... and that is exactly what he got. So today, I brought out the camera to capture his weekly meeting with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trash man&lt;/span&gt; and got a gem. Jonathan likes to show his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; his newest trash trucks, and this week was no exception. This week the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; stopped and told Jonathan that when he started working for the trash company 13 years ago the truck Jonathan was holding was the exact one he drove! In the end he thanked me for letting Jonathan say hi to him every week...said it made his day. I can't explain exactly why that was so touching to me.. but here I see one of the simple beauties of life - a three year old little boy who eagerly awaits seeing "his" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt; round the corner so he can smile and wave... and a grown man, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;trash man&lt;/span&gt;, who eagerly awaits rounding that same corner to smile and wave at "his" special three year old boy. Just magical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5268240792839776945?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2074ac648283c961&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5268240792839776945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5268240792839776945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5268240792839776945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5268240792839776945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/08/trashman.html' title='TRASH MAN'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7335576611951850975</id><published>2009-08-05T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:00:18.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf bugs and spiders..</title><content type='html'>I vowed to revive this thing. Shame on me. I shall revive it yet. See the problem is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is evil. I find myself putting pics up on their and neglecting this poor blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So updates -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt first.. he is doing great. Excelling at the jail. There is much talk of promotion in his immediate future. This is good and bad. The bad is that he is FINALLY on day shift and a promotion would mean rotating shift about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; 3 months I think. So graveyard AGAIN. Sigh. We will see where that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; life! Really getting into photography. Did my first maternity photo shoot end of June and it was a BLAST! Ended up making a leather bound book for the family. Going to go on a photo excursion August 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for 3 days and two nights in Bend. The kiddos get to stay with Matt's mom. They are thrilled to say the least. Three days spoiled rotten? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sweeeeeeet&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa.. big as ever! Alissa finally found her appetite. The girl can EAT! Making up for the last 5 years of self starvation I suppose. Yesterday Alissa got new pets.. leaf bugs. Four to be exact. They are the coolest things ever. Get to be up to 6 inches long and they sort of have personality..for a bug anyway. She is one happy kid with new creepy crawlies.. and I am a happy mommy because they are very low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;. Alissa is eager to start kindergarten at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rosedale&lt;/span&gt; Elementary (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAYAYAYA&lt;/span&gt;) September 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;... and I'm of course caught somewhere between excited and terrified. Alissa can read simple words and phrases.. knows all her letters and numbers to 100... she tends to learn things better if I don't push the issue so I try and let her ask the questions instead of forcing things on her. She is the most creative and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;imaginative&lt;/span&gt; kid I have ever met. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan.. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bigshot&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; calls him. Jonathan is talking better than most 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. Very clear speech and an unreal vocabulary. He is still signing often and loves that too. He will be three years old Monday (IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?) and Sunday we are going to have a "Digger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Trashman&lt;/span&gt;" birthday party. Jonathan loves pink. Anything pink. I have to write this down or some day he may not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. In toddler time class he fought with a little girl for the pink shakers. The boy is seriously obsessed with pink. It's cute. He knows his ABC's and know some letter sounds already. He can count to 20 and ride a tricycle. Last month Jonathan got his own room all to himself. We moved the computer out to the living room and got rid of the guest bed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;VWALLA&lt;/span&gt;.. a bedroom. Soon to be transformed into a digger room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zena.. Getting very old. Seven years old and with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chronic&lt;/span&gt; allergies she is slowing down fast. Still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; wonderful amazing dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triton.. 16 months old and 160 pounds of snoring, farting, drooling, otherwise just foul and disgusting dog. And a big dork to top it off. Still trying to figure out why I like him so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.. Still scared of the dogs.. still sweet and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Monkeys... still there. Still alive. Not sure how. Survived since Christmas so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf bugs.. Just too cool. I'll take pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant spider.. can't forget Alissa's pet spider. It is my job to feed him every night. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that covers the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7335576611951850975?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7335576611951850975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7335576611951850975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7335576611951850975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7335576611951850975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaf-bugs-and-spiders.html' title='Leaf bugs and spiders..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5946869270934412392</id><published>2009-06-11T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:34:48.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boca..or Bokeh..or..Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SjEx0gMSjUI/AAAAAAAACAk/_Js7JlvG4PU/s1600-h/Hood+River+Saturday+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109010729930050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SjEx0gMSjUI/AAAAAAAACAk/_Js7JlvG4PU/s400/Hood+River+Saturday+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized something funny... I HAVE A BLOG!! haha.. ok seriously.. Facebook is evil. Thats the only place I put pics and updates.. until now!! :) I vow to re-discover my poor abused blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting with a story -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I lied.. some background first.. So I recently discovered a love of photography. I mean, I can't get enough of it!! I am learning all I can and having a blast. Recently my obsession has been to get BOCA! Or bokeh... not sure how that is spelled but seen it both ways. Boca is just a blurred background. Ok.. now on the the story.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday the kids and I were playing outside and I was armed with my camera and some new knowledge from my mom. I started snapping away. Now keep in mind I never once (on this day) mentioned I was looking for boca.. just taking pics of the kids is all. Well, I was sitting there flipping through my pics I had taken and found my money shot - I proceeded to exclaim "YES!!!!!" and then Jonathan looks at me.. grins real big.. and says proudly "Momma got some BOCA!!" .. I looked at him.. mouth agape.. and said.. "Yes, Jonny..momma got some boca!!" And he gave me a high five. Talk about a kid who pays attention!!! Sheesh.. I SWEAR the word boca did not leave my lips yesterday.. it was hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Jonathan watched me take photos and every time I got a good one and exclaimed happily he insisted on screaming "BOCA" and giving me a high five. It was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then put the camera away, made some lunch.. and we ate a picnic lunch on a blanket in the front yard. Fun times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, we have decided to wait to sell our house and are refinancing instead. We went in yesterday to sign papers. I am super nervous about the economy and the direction it is going so getting all of our ducks in a row now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I have a million more things to write about..hmmm.. oh yes Alissa got into Rosedale Elementary - the best (and smallest) school in town! I am so very excited for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I'm off, I will try to remember that I have a blog now.. really. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346109016802072690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SjEx020AGHI/AAAAAAAACAs/8pqc7v4T2yM/s400/Hood+River+Friday+091.JPG" border="0" /&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/8184931619151471956-5946869270934412392?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5946869270934412392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5946869270934412392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5946869270934412392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5946869270934412392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/06/bocaor-bokehorblog.html' title='Boca..or Bokeh..or..Blog!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SjEx0gMSjUI/AAAAAAAACAk/_Js7JlvG4PU/s72-c/Hood+River+Saturday+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8718110343137176614</id><published>2009-04-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:44:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt the pilot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we finally got to go on our plane trip. We were told it was going to be a "scenic flight over Salem" what we were not told was that one of US would fly the plane! Imagine our surprise when the owner of the Cessna looked at us and popped the question, "So, who's flying today?"..umm...is that a trick question?? So of course I pointed at Matt and he pointed at me, but we both know who the future pilot in the family is and it is CERTAINLY not me. So, I won the pointing contest and Matt sat down for his half hour pre-flight lesson. After the lesson we went out to the plane for a pre-flight check (a very thorough one at that, I wasn't complaining).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKuP_cjI/AAAAAAAAB6k/MX1rq1QOAJA/s1600-h/PilotMatt+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322206009672823346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKuP_cjI/AAAAAAAAB6k/MX1rq1QOAJA/s400/PilotMatt+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the check there was lots of waving on my part to the kiddos who were there a ways away behind a fence with GG, Grandma Davis, and Bethany. We got situated in the plane.. belted in, headsets on, engine started... I'm stuck in the backseat..and THEN she informs me that Matt will be handling take off all by himself...umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKdgM3tI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qaBm9c0tcZ8/s1600-h/PilotMatt+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322206005177409234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKdgM3tI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qaBm9c0tcZ8/s400/PilotMatt+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep..that was my reaction. But no worries, he did a fantastic job getting us off the ground. It was a bit bumpy and his turns were a bit rough.. but overall I was very proud of my pilot hubby. Here was the view out my window --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKEqgXNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/IrUXVHNwtTc/s1600-h/PilotMatt+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322205998509743314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKEqgXNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/IrUXVHNwtTc/s400/PilotMatt+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad eh? Directly after the flight I snapped this picture of Matt with his "I just flew a plane how cool is that" permagrin. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGJ2NqCJI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Lf-o_2bCpdQ/s1600-h/PilotMatt+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322205994630645906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGJ2NqCJI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Lf-o_2bCpdQ/s400/PilotMatt+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safely aground and with engine off the kids got to come check out the plane. Alissa was a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGJm069VI/AAAAAAAAB6E/dFXfj19OVns/s1600-h/PilotMatt+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322205990500365650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGJm069VI/AAAAAAAAB6E/dFXfj19OVns/s400/PilotMatt+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course this picture is a bit funny.. when Jonathan sees it he keeps asking what Ali has in her nose. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in summary it was a terrific flight.. we flew northeast over Silverton and then finally Silver Falls state park.. which was great except from above all you see is trees. Just beautiful either way. &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/8184931619151471956-8718110343137176614?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8718110343137176614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8718110343137176614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8718110343137176614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8718110343137176614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/04/matt-pilot.html' title='Matt the pilot.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SdxGKuP_cjI/AAAAAAAAB6k/MX1rq1QOAJA/s72-c/PilotMatt+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-764043986700229819</id><published>2009-04-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:05:27.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pebble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There is a window in your heart through which you can see God. Once upon a time that window was clear. Your view of God was crisp. You could see God as vividly as you could see a gentle valley or hillside. The glass was clean, the pane unbroken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You knew God. You knew how he worked. You knew what he wanted you to do. No surprises. Nothing unexpected. You knew God had a will, and you continually discovered what it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then suddenly, the window cracked. A pebble broke the window. A pebble of pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps the stone struck when you were a child and a parent left home - forever. Maybe the rock hit in adolescence when your heart was broken. Maybe you made it into adulthood before the window cracked. But then the pebble came.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it a phone call? "We have your daughter at the station. You'd better come down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it a letter on the kitchen table? "I've left. Don't try to reach me. Don't try to call me. It's over. I just don't love you anymore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it a diagnosis from the doctor? "I'm afraid our news is not very good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it a telegram? "We regret to inform you that your son is missing in action."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever the pebbles form, the result was the same - a shattered window. The pebble missiled into the pane and shattered it. The crash echoed down the halls of your heart. Cracks shot out from the point of impact, creating a spider web of fragmented pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And suddenly God was not so easy to see. The view that had been so crisp had changed. You turned to see God, and his figure was distorted. It was hard to see him through the pain. It was hard to see him through the fragments of hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were puzzled. God wouldn't allow something like this to happen, would he? Tragedy and travesty weren't on the agenda of the One you had seen, were they? Had you been fooled? Had you been blind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment the pebble struck, the glass became a reference point for you. From then on, there was life before the pain and life after the pain. Before your pain, the view was clear; God seemed so near. After your pain, well, he was harder to see. He seemed a bit distant...harder to perceive. Your pain distorted the view - not eclipsed it, but distorted it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe these words don't describe your situation. There are some people who never have to redefine or refocus their view of God. Most of us do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of us know what it means to feel disappointed by God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of us have a way of completing this sentence: "If God is God, then..." Call it an agenda, a divine job description. Each of us has an unspoken, yet definitive, expectation of what God should do. "If God is God, then..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* There will be no financial collapse in my family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* My children will never be buried before me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* People will treat me fairly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* This church will never divide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* My prayer will be answered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are not articulated criteria. They are not written down or notarized. But they are real. They define the expectations we have of God. And when pain comes into our world - when the careening pebble splinters the window of our hearts - these expectations go unmet and doubts may begin to surface.We look for God, but can't find him. Fragmented glass hinders our vision. He is enlarged through this piece and reduced through that one. Lines jigsaw their way across his face. Large sections of shattered glass opaque the view.And now you aren't quite sure what you see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Max Lucado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will that pebble be for my kids? And how long can I shield them from it? I find myself on my knees begging the God that I know through my own fragmented glass.. the God that I love and trust.. begging the wisdom, courage, and strength to block those pebbles for as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-764043986700229819?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/764043986700229819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=764043986700229819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/764043986700229819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/764043986700229819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/04/pebble.html' title='The pebble.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4577689256795581284</id><published>2009-03-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:46:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SchW6PjufrI/AAAAAAAAB58/IQnb6HxCQH8/s1600-h/MarchZoo+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316594918719651506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SchW6PjufrI/AAAAAAAAB58/IQnb6HxCQH8/s400/MarchZoo+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my fabulous sister in law called my this morning to invite us to the zoo!! What a treat!! The kids had sooo much fun seeing all the animals and hanging out.. and I slacked a bit on pictures. Here was a highlight from out trip -- feeding the birds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SchW5lf3oBI/AAAAAAAAB50/Ca_jMLb3j2M/s1600-h/MarchZoo+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316594907429183506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SchW5lf3oBI/AAAAAAAAB50/Ca_jMLb3j2M/s400/MarchZoo+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a blast with the birds climbing all over them to drink nectar from their cups. Toooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SchW5RIRZWI/AAAAAAAAB5s/YBfLn7Mhr1U/s1600-h/MarchZoo+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316594901961500002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SchW5RIRZWI/AAAAAAAAB5s/YBfLn7Mhr1U/s400/MarchZoo+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall it was COLD.. it was windy.. it was WET.. but it was ooohhh so fun!!&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/8184931619151471956-4577689256795581284?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4577689256795581284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2953440203745629564</id><published>2009-03-08T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:52:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake your booty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fecc96ace5fb353b" 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" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2463441734518486132</id><published>2009-02-23T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:07:31.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooter time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8766ecf6909f2067" 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" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8766ecf6909f2067%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936090%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1854407C848725E8C10EFA85103F97AD4DFE39B1.55F54D1F294B82676AF69B3F5F0BB138D04F7D82%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8766ecf6909f2067%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCwvERmuVJewP6jpeK8OHKS-TW5c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quick video of Matt and Alissa trying out Bethany's new scooter she got for her birthday. :) Jonathan got a ride too.. but hopped off after .2 seconds. Oh well. Alissa had a blast!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2463441734518486132?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8766ecf6909f2067&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2463441734518486132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2463441734518486132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2463441734518486132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2463441734518486132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/scooter-time.html' title='Scooter time!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1066351246636160085</id><published>2009-02-23T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:02:22.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the Dentist.</title><content type='html'>Alissa goes to see Dr. Dow.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306239291469789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOMhZ1G-AI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ireY7ZX2AJQ/s400/BethBdayMisc+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306239292230649986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOMhcqgyII/AAAAAAAAB4s/S3zvOEvBZpY/s400/BethBdayMisc+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fluoride&lt;/span&gt; treatment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306239297156078930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOMhvA03VI/AAAAAAAAB40/BYMBjFxr1uQ/s400/BethBdayMisc+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Does she seem traumatized or what?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. can you tell the dentist is one of her favorite places to go?? She got a pirate balloon and a princess toothbrush out of the deal too.. could life be any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306239294540168882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOMhlRJPrI/AAAAAAAAB48/IdIYp8v9ipI/s400/BethBdayMisc+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just so you don't think I'm too lucky with this whole thing for those mom's out there with kids who hate the dentist - Jonathan's turn was after Alissa. I would post a picture.. but I was too busy holding his arms as he screamed and clenched his jaw and tried to wriggle away from the dentist. Ya. Enough said I suppose. &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/8184931619151471956-1066351246636160085?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1066351246636160085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1066351246636160085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1066351246636160085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1066351246636160085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-at-dentist.html' title='A day at the Dentist.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOMhZ1G-AI/AAAAAAAAB4k/ireY7ZX2AJQ/s72-c/BethBdayMisc+111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-486812395070261445</id><published>2009-02-23T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:57:22.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethany's Birthday</title><content type='html'>For Bethany's birthday we went out to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt;. The food was yummy and the kids had fun. Bethany of course was in heaven. She made friends with the waitress and enjoyed opening all of her gifts.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238253542318498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLk_P6oaI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wBE4j3XPKyk/s400/BethBdayMisc+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLlNG-b6I/AAAAAAAAB4U/kRzPHU3dLt0/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238257262915490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLlNG-b6I/AAAAAAAAB4U/kRzPHU3dLt0/s400/BethBdayMisc+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post this picture - the look on Grandma's face is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLlGbBewI/AAAAAAAAB4M/26FVu82rSQU/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238255467952898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLlGbBewI/AAAAAAAAB4M/26FVu82rSQU/s400/BethBdayMisc+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During dinner Jonathan discovered that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; salad is his new favorite. He scarfed down pretty much all of Bethany's salad. What an awesome aunt he has!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306238260082515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLlXnOHEI/AAAAAAAAB4c/PU3kVim44C8/s400/BethBdayMisc+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Beth!!! &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/8184931619151471956-486812395070261445?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/486812395070261445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=486812395070261445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/486812395070261445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/486812395070261445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/bethanys-birthday.html' title='Bethany&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOLk_P6oaI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wBE4j3XPKyk/s72-c/BethBdayMisc+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1869648711302676578</id><published>2009-02-23T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:52:11.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOKPOcFknI/AAAAAAAAB38/dcz5p7EG71k/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236780151149170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOKPOcFknI/AAAAAAAAB38/dcz5p7EG71k/s400/BethBdayMisc+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you guess what's happening in the above picture? Probably not. This is me taking a picture while riding Alissa's bike with her on the back.  Umm...ya.. this bike --&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236764784291650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOKOVMV70I/AAAAAAAAB3s/FmV235YKQYw/s400/BethBdayMisc+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa said "Mommy!! You look like a clown!!" Thanks baby! Now don't hold back! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. We had a day full of sunshine last week and took full advantage. The kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOKOo6_hjI/AAAAAAAAB30/rw-vemsbGis/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306236770080228914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOKOo6_hjI/AAAAAAAAB30/rw-vemsbGis/s400/BethBdayMisc+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why does Jonathan look so happy in this picture? Notice a bit of mischief written on his face? Ya, that would be because when I took this picture he was running at me full speed.. why you ask??? To give me a hug?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooohh&lt;/span&gt; no.. to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt; my with the blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; my sweet two year old boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1869648711302676578?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1869648711302676578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1869648711302676578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1869648711302676578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1869648711302676578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-sunshine.html' title='Hello Sunshine.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOKPOcFknI/AAAAAAAAB38/dcz5p7EG71k/s72-c/BethBdayMisc+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2315433200211566938</id><published>2009-02-23T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:47:03.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I lay me down to sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIv-_NzQI/AAAAAAAAB3k/K1IsRFS7aaI/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306235143915949314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIv-_NzQI/AAAAAAAAB3k/K1IsRFS7aaI/s400/BethBdayMisc+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I post a lot of the above cute siblings sleeping together posts.. and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that some might imagine they do not have their own beds. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. well let me explain. What you see above is what I find most mornings because the kiddos always sneak into my bed some time in the AM for some cuddle time. One on each side of me. When I get up.. they tend to roll t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;owards&lt;/span&gt; where I was and BINGO we have siblings sleeping side by side and cute pictures for my blog. Just to prove they do sleep in their own beds every now and again :) I took these pictures the other night. Jonathan manages to be "cool" even when asleep. Cuddle my stuffed ball? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIvxG6E9I/AAAAAAAAB3c/xicRh55Ozew/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306235140190114770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIvxG6E9I/AAAAAAAAB3c/xicRh55Ozew/s400/BethBdayMisc+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Alissa always buries herself under her horses and what you can't see is her pink doggy and her kitty that she is hugging tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIvhwceOI/AAAAAAAAB3U/1BIoMxjhC6Q/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306235136069368034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIvhwceOI/AAAAAAAAB3U/1BIoMxjhC6Q/s400/BethBdayMisc+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my kids. More than words could express. And I love to watch them sleep.. so peaceful. The closest thing anyone will ever see to angels on earth.&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/8184931619151471956-2315433200211566938?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2315433200211566938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2315433200211566938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2315433200211566938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2315433200211566938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='Now I lay me down to sleep..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOIv-_NzQI/AAAAAAAAB3k/K1IsRFS7aaI/s72-c/BethBdayMisc+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3191212857268252799</id><published>2009-02-23T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:40:26.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOF7rkvAKI/AAAAAAAAB2c/YTOFBG08vHQ/s1600-h/BethBdayMisc+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306232046328152226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOF7rkvAKI/AAAAAAAAB2c/YTOFBG08vHQ/s400/BethBdayMisc+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am behind..again.. so I am going to do a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; posts. First off - Valentine's Day!! This year was an extra special Valentine's Day for Matt and I because we won a contest!! YIPPEE! It was on a radio station and my assignment was this: Write an email explaining why you think you and your Valentine deserve this prize package. And I wrote the following: &lt;em&gt;"Hello! I am a twenty-eight year old mother of two. I have been married to Matt, the love of my life, for six years. Matt and I are true high school sweethearts. Not many couples can put their prom and honeymoon pictures side by side (see attached). Valentine's Day has always been a very special day for us to celebrate our love and friendship. The last few years have been hard on our family financially because it had been my dream and life's ambition to be my kids mom and stay home to raise them. Matt has worked long and hard hours to make this happen for our family. Matt is in law enforcement. His job is very trying on him physically and emotionally but he does it every day to provide for our family without complaint. Because of the nature of law enforcement and the grueling hours involved, Matt has missed a lot of holidays with the family including our special day - Valentine's Day. He makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive and I am so proud of all he does for me and his kids. I was supposed to write about why I believed we deserved this wonderful Valentine's Day gift, but truly I am writing this for him. He is my hero and my heart. His sacrifices for family and his community are endless and this prize would be such a welcome relief for my Valentine. Thank you so much. "&lt;/em&gt; - The day before Valentine's Day I told Matt to turn on the radio and we needed to hear something because I entered a contest - it was the first I had mentioned it to him. Well, much to our surprise it was announced that we WON!! :) When I called and talked to the DJ he said that they received a TON of entries and a lot of them were heart-wrenching stories (tragedy, loss of kidneys, death, etc etc) and they decided to pick our story for a couple of reasons - first off they were impressed that I attached the pictures of honeymoon/prom and second because it was so "real" and just a cute story. COOL! Oh, guess you are wondering what we won?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. We won dinner for two at the Willamette Valley Grill, a his and hers massage, and a plane ride over the city!! We still haven't cashed in on our prizes because.. surprise surprise Matt had to work.. but are SO excited! We are scheduled to fly on March 1st - I will take pics and post! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3191212857268252799?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3191212857268252799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3191212857268252799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3191212857268252799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3191212857268252799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SaOF7rkvAKI/AAAAAAAAB2c/YTOFBG08vHQ/s72-c/BethBdayMisc+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3287880430596850104</id><published>2009-02-01T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:42:14.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Sleepover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYYJD5jXFhI/AAAAAAAAB2M/B68pYS2Eb2g/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297931974241359378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYYJD5jXFhI/AAAAAAAAB2M/B68pYS2Eb2g/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Friday night we arrived at the library at 6:30 and were told we could sleep wherever we wanted so we hurried to the children's section upstairs and found a spot - this isle was all ours!! It was Alissa, Jonathan, myself, Kendra, Porter, and the Sinks family -- too cool! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297907253409384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYXyk9RuhwI/AAAAAAAAB08/Wf0d0dGWSHM/s400/Library+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had crafts set up all over the library for kids to do - most to do with airplanes/flight. First thing was first though, Alissa and I rushed to get our faces painted! Ali insisted we match. Jonathan refused any paint on his face..no way man! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297907255725639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYXylF59yFI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3CBHP438sOs/s400/Library+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After crafts and fun we headed to the big auditorium where a professional story teller awaited us. We had a BLAST! Jonathan (my budding photographer) walked around snapping random pictures of people it was hilarious. Here is the picture he took of me and Bethany. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297907255912307442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYXylGmeGvI/AAAAAAAAB1M/McBXHGNmr-Y/s400/Library+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the story teller and a snack of pretzels and juice provided by the library we headed to set up camp and pick out some library books for the night. Oh, forgot.. after the stories there was a raffle, and all of the kids got to pick a prize - we got a couple books and two tickets to the Oregon aquarium. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297907256019317138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYXylG_-8ZI/AAAAAAAAB1U/-XHV-NKDxXs/s400/Library+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After getting our pj's on, brushing our teeth, and settling in the lights were turned out in the library. We brought out our flashlights and read stories together - For Ali it was a kids monster story hehe and for Jon Yertle the Turtle by Dr. Seuss. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYXylUbfM0I/AAAAAAAAB1c/HTnMbiLy9MY/s1600-h/Library+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297907259624338242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYXylUbfM0I/AAAAAAAAB1c/HTnMbiLy9MY/s400/Library+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan fought sleep with all his might but eventually surrendered to exhaustion. That's when I hid under the blanket with a flashlight and got a few precious quiet moments alone with my book and my flashlight. There was a wake up call over the intercom at 7am and lights when on at 7:05. I woke up the kids at 7:30 and we packed up and headed downstairs for juice, coffee, and muffins. It was a fantastic adventure and we plan on returning every year. If I didn't mention it before - the whole sleepover was a reward for the kids keeping the TV off for a week. So great! We were able to make wonderful memories and hang out with friends. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3287880430596850104?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3287880430596850104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3287880430596850104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3287880430596850104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3287880430596850104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/02/library-sleepover.html' title='Library Sleepover!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYYJD5jXFhI/AAAAAAAAB2M/B68pYS2Eb2g/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-9182224027117745143</id><published>2009-01-29T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:23:44.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates for update's sake.</title><content type='html'>As I sit here I realize I haven't written an update post in far too long. Lets start with me :) I am still working weekends, but have cut it back to 4 hours on Saturday's only. I also watch a two year old boy still from Tuesday - Thursday and that has been working out pretty well. I am officially on my low carb diet...again. One of these days I will get the weight off and actually keep it off.. here's hopin'. I was recently introduced into the world of FaceBook - neat sight!!Our house hunting continues.. we see about 2-3 houses a week.. just haven't found the right one yet. I take Triton to dog obedience classes every Wednesday night and it's pretty fun having the class clown. I Am also obsessing over schools at the moment for Alissa. I envy my home schooling momma friends and WISH I could be organized enough to do it myself.. just not happening. My second choice is a private school, but that's out because its way too expensive. Third choice - charter school.. that's a whole post in itself.. lets just say the only charter school I really love is for middle school aged kids. This leaves public school and I found one I really like but we will be moving soon to who knows where which compounds the issue of where in the world she will go to kindergarten. Enough of that complicated mess. Here soon I will be turning 29 and I find myself THRILLED that I won't be 30.. one more year. Yikes. Not much more with me.. same old same old I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;As for Matt, he is getting back in the groove of things at work and doing very well. He works 12 hour shifts right now from 6pm to 6am. It's brutal and it sucks. On his days off he is always tired because his body is used to sleeping during the day. I hate it hate it HATE it that he is working graveyard but its the nature of the job and I have to learn to live with it. Right now he is working hard on his days off to get the house prepped for sale.. I am so blessed to have married a handyman.&lt;br /&gt;On to Alissa. Alissa is doing fantastic in school. She loves her teacher and gets along well with her classmates and I enjoy my Friday's in her classroom. She is obsessed with pirates at the moment which I find hilarious. She has always marched to the beat of her own drummer. She is also doing well in ballet with one exception - she can't skip. Seriously, I have tried to teach her, her grandma has tried, her teacher has tried but she is just not getting it. So I talked with her most awesome ballet teacher who promises me that in one 15 minute private lesson Alissa will be skipping along with the best of them.. so we are scheduling said lesson now. Alissa has started harping on me to get her back in swim lessons so I am going to sign her up for another round here soon.. she LOVES the water. Alissa also loves to pray and I MUST get this on video sometime.. there is nothing more beautiful than a child's prayer.. often they include talk of angels and chocolate sometimes in the same sentence lol. On a different note - we have not turned on the TV since the 23rd i honor of national turn of your TV week! Although I don't normally participate in this, we had quite the incentive! Our local library had the kids sign a pledge to not watch TV from the 25 - 30 and they get rewarded with a sleepover at the library!! How cool!? So Friday night I am taking Jonathan, Alissa, and their Aunt Bethany to the library for a sleep over complete with crafts, other activities, and a profession storyteller before bed! Wowzers it should be fun. Oh! And they will feed us breakfast, too.. I shall post lots of pictures! &lt;br /&gt;Now Jonathan. My little man who is just too big. Jonathan is into pretty much whatever Alissa likes..which mean pirates at the moment (better than Barbie, right?). He LOVES his toddler time class with mommy on Monday's. Jonathan's little personality is so great.. he likes to clean up and have things orderly (have no idea where that came from) When we clean up all our toys and can see the floor (LOL) he will stand in the middle of the room with his arms outstretched and proclaim with a smile "AAALLL CLEAN". He likes to wave at random people in the grocery store.. or anywhere else for that matter. He is also displaying some strong leadership skills. When his little friends come over he picks out the games, directs the activities.. just very cute to see those skills at such an early age. Jonathan is very sensitive to others feelings and when someone gets hurt he is very concerned.. "You ok mommy? You ok, Jonjon kiss it".. Such a sweetie. Jonathan skips his naps more and more frequently and I am resigning myself to the fact that here soon he simply won't need them anymore. Oh, and it is pretty funny.. say I am wearing a low cut shirt - Jonathan will point, smile and proclaim "MAMA MILK!" lol.. I hope when he is a teenager he doesn't still refer to them as mama milk, that could be embarrassing :)&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-9182224027117745143?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/9182224027117745143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=9182224027117745143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/9182224027117745143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/9182224027117745143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates-for-updates-sake.html' title='Updates for update&apos;s sake.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-202122040870406477</id><published>2009-01-27T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:31:21.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years Old - PIRATE BIRTHDAY!! Arrr</title><content type='html'>Well me hartey's Alissa's 5th birthday party was a cannon blast! Here is The Dread Pirate Mommy getting in character before the little pirates arrived. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237818826112962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAEPE0ev8I/AAAAAAAABz0/GH1PzdUueXs/s400/5th+Bday+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Grandma Adams hard at work turning her back deck into a pirate ship!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237826118727042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAEPf_LNYI/AAAAAAAABz8/pT1Sfr2jkiE/s400/5th+Bday+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa was in pirate heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237833607235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAEP74kyJI/AAAAAAAAB0E/0plVz-TnYq4/s400/5th+Bday+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The party got started with a game of pin the treasure on the map -- arrr and the winners got to select a prize from the pirate treasure chest. Next we headed outside where there were hidden 5 gold coins.. the kids went on a hunt and whoever found a coin traded it in for a prize! Then we went inside and played a game of musical islands - -you see the islands pictured below. These are the islands from Pirates of the Caribbean online game -- authentic pirate matey! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238544282577170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAE5TWx6RI/AAAAAAAAB0s/T-n3x9yIdZQ/s400/5th+Bday+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After our musical island game it was time for pizza and a pirate ship cake! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296237839838702274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAEQTGRasI/AAAAAAAAB0M/qvL7W-XFEdg/s400/5th+Bday+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then out to the pirate ship to take a wack at the world's strongest pinata with a boat oar. It took every child, plus one adult and we still couldn't crack the thing. No worries!! The Dread Pirate Mommy tore it apart with her bare hands!! ARRRRR!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238466118387954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAE0wK_CPI/AAAAAAAAB0U/eLrh5ZeqoEA/s400/5th+Bda%3Cspan%20class=" /&gt;After the undestructable pinata it was time for BURIED TREASU&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RE!! T&lt;/span&gt;hat's right.. if you wanted a goodie bag from THIS party you had to grab a shovel and start to dig. Of course I was given much grief because the kids had&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;really dig to get to their loot hehe.. but it made it more special in the end! The fact that all the kids were covered head to toe in mud...well, whats a pirate party without a few dirty pirates? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238468967365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAE06yO_RI/AAAAAAAAB0c/hPaHZ01k1ls/s400/5th+Bday+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With our treasure found it was time to come inside and open presents. To avoid this becoming chaotic we made it into a game. We played "spin the looking glass" .. yes the looking glass HAPPENED to be a bottle..which caused a few snickers amongst the adults.. but Alissa LOVED the game as she sat in the middle of the circle while everyone held their gift for her, spun the..ahem..looking glass and whoever it pointed to she got to open their present. It worked wonders to keep everyone seated and under control. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238480695099170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAE1meV_yI/AAAAAAAAB0k/wt3daqSW29I/s4%3Cspan%20class=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahh but that was not the end of our pirate games. After presents were opened and the kids were sufficiently exhausted everyone was asked to pick out one balloon. They were then told that inside three of the balloons was a slip of paper with an X on it. And..you guessed it.. the kiddos who found the paper&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt; wit&lt;/span&gt;h the X got a priz&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;e! (We we&lt;/span&gt;re big on prizes hehe). The kids had a greattime popping balloons and claiming their loot. That a fun party!! We said our goodbyes.. YO HO HO and The Dread Pi&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;te Mommy and Grandma grabbed a bottle of rum! Ok ok..me&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rlot..&lt;/span&gt;slight technicality there... and with rum/merlot in hand promptly collapsed into a tired heap on the couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party hats - $5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake - $20 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 5 year old pirate - Priceless. &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/8184931619151471956-202122040870406477?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/202122040870406477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=202122040870406477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/202122040870406477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/202122040870406477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-years-old-pirate-birthday-arrr.html' title='5 Years Old - PIRATE BIRTHDAY!! Arrr'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYAEPE0ev8I/AAAAAAAABz0/GH1PzdUueXs/s72-c/5th+Bday+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7931666773525592092</id><published>2009-01-19T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:03:27.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SXVaprrwtWI/AAAAAAAABxc/WtuxWNwlAro/s1600-h/Triton+10+mth+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293236609191294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SXVaprrwtWI/AAAAAAAABxc/WtuxWNwlAro/s400/Triton+10+mth+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much to say tonight..just wanted to share these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SXVapCoPPAI/AAAAAAAABxM/u6PAqswTC6c/s1600-h/Triton+10+mth+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293236598170663938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SXVapCoPPAI/AAAAAAAABxM/u6PAqswTC6c/s400/Triton+10+mth+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7931666773525592092?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7931666773525592092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7931666773525592092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7931666773525592092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7931666773525592092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/01/siblings.html' title='Siblings..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SXVaprrwtWI/AAAAAAAABxc/WtuxWNwlAro/s72-c/Triton+10+mth+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1415869131244360969</id><published>2009-01-07T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:38:52.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Wow.. 2009. I figured a new year warranted a new layout!! I almost didn't write this, because I have no photos to add. Yikes!! Talk about slacking.&lt;br /&gt;For New Years Eve the kiddos spend the night at Grandma Adams' house as they have every year. The tradition is this: If Matt works that night I stay at grandma's with the kids..but if he is off we hang out together. This year Matt was off work so we brought in the new year with rum and coke and some less than desirable champagne. Just a word of caution: The more expensive champagne is not necessarily the better tasting. Stick with the $5 bottle. Or maybe that is terrible advise and I have poor taste. That's for you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Alissa is back to school this week and we start with life as usual again.. I watch a 2 year old boy from Tuesday - Thursday every week, Ali is in school and ballet, Jonathan has Toddler Time classes Monday and now Triton has obedience classes Wednesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;As for Matt, he recently had to make a tough decision. He decided that working enforcement for the county was just not the right fit for him. He did not come to this decision lightly and it was tough on all of us... but I am so proud of him to do what is right for family first and for himself and his career second. Being back in institutions he will have a lot more flexibility to be with us and not miss so many important events in the kids lives. They have already given him the nod to be Range Master which is a HUGE accomplishment for him!! He will be doing weapons training for the county. What an opportunity!  Matt is an unbelievably good marksman and the county recognized this, I am so excited for him!&lt;br /&gt;And an update on the dream house - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it shall remain just that, a dream. It was just too much for a one income family such as ours. However we continue to view other houses and I am in the process of getting our current house ready to put on the market. Exciting times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1415869131244360969?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1415869131244360969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1415869131244360969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1415869131244360969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1415869131244360969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-85411062312896110</id><published>2008-12-28T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:21:43.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS 2008</title><content type='html'>Woke up Christmas morning and both Matt and Jonathan had terrible colds.. can you tell?? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284750645161177234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0tkNZMJI/AAAAAAAABvM/3UnkRGRvbHI/s400/BalletnXmas+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But that didn't stop Jon from being excited to open up his gifts from Santa. He asked for ball-balls this year (big surprise) and was thrilled that he got them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284750651526728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0t77DyvI/AAAAAAAABvU/d0rC10dY29w/s400/BalletnXmas+160.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Alissa asked for Scooby Doo Haunted House game... I wish you could have seen the look on Santa's face. He said, "Really? That's what you want? That's ALL you want??" To which Alissa replied, "YES!" Hehe.. love my girl. So, here it is! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284750660389296738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0uc8D2mI/AAAAAAAABvc/06EP9zuSiTo/s400/BalletnXmas+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jonathan enjoyed holding every single present high in the air to show it off. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284750662669255154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0ulbpQfI/AAAAAAAABvk/QKHHFFG6l4U/s400/BalletnXmas+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And my patriotic little girl got the self waving flag that plays patriotic songs that she wanted. Every morning we play the Start Spangled Banner and she puts her hand on her heart all serious until the song ends. You go girl! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0vFCRx_I/AAAAAAAABvs/iX5NS6JTqW8/s1600-h/BalletnXmas+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284750671152793586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0vFCRx_I/AAAAAAAABvs/iX5NS6JTqW8/s400/BalletnXmas+172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan found his two favorite things in his stocking - Tic tacs and ball-balls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284752341099573586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc2QSEncVI/AAAAAAAABv0/Dy4DwWfWEm8/s400/BalletnXmas+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And I got an extra special gift from Santa this year -- My own LAPTOP!!! Words cannot express how excited I was!!! I must have been a real good girl this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284752346284494754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc2QlYzD6I/AAAAAAAABv8/8ccSUN_DdAA/s400/BalletnXmas+185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a fantastic Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284752353143294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc2Q-8ECaI/AAAAAAAABwE/-U8sJB2j5fw/s400/BalletnXmas+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We ended the day at Grandma Davis' house with the best Christmas dinner EVER! And of course yet again I did not have my camera. Oops. Merry Christmas!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-85411062312896110?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/85411062312896110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=85411062312896110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/85411062312896110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/85411062312896110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='CHRISTMAS 2008'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVc0tkNZMJI/AAAAAAAABvM/3UnkRGRvbHI/s72-c/BalletnXmas+156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2199093918493952143</id><published>2008-12-27T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:05:46.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve morning we headed to Grandma Adams' house for yummy breakfast burritos and of course..presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284743576843193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcuSIrEC6I/AAAAAAAABt8/YCk3k9M34ZU/s400/BalletnXmas+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids sat on the floor and opened their presents together. It was very cute and they were all on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745644419957074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcwKe_xwVI/AAAAAAAABuk/ja-KaRBv5e8/s400/BalletnXmas+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa even played us some Christmas tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284745042992525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcvnegTckI/AAAAAAAABuc/Q_Vl4TFcZn0/s400/BalletnXmas+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a wonderful morning! Full of laughter and family..nothing better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went home for Jon's nap and when he woke up the kids got to open their presents from mom, dad, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;! Jonathan's favorite present was the bubble wrap (surprise surprise) followed by a very cute dump truck from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;! Mostly he was content to sit and pop the bubble wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284746806915915106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcxOJoaXWI/AAAAAAAABus/xGC2MOwG28Y/s400/BalletnXmas+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa's favorite was her very own "My Pet Monster" that mommy found for her new in box on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;!! Mommy had one as a kid..and since Alissa LOVES monsters, well it was the perfect gift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284746816381042290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcxOs5EvnI/AAAAAAAABu0/EFI_ZBOPylI/s400/BalletnXmas+148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/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;I had to get one for Jon too..so he got the original 1986 (the one I had located on the left) and Alissa got the 1991 version (it talks!) Where would I be without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284748166424789058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcydSMlgEI/AAAAAAAABu8/ceo3p6B88i8/s400/BalletnXmas+157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After we opened presents it was off the Grandma Davis house for..you guessed it..MORE PRESENTS! Unfortunately I left daddy in charge of taking pictures.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;.. this was all I could scrounge up. I will have to get more pictures from someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; camera!! Although, Grandpa does look thrilled to get his new hat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284748178568860674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcyd_b9VAI/AAAAAAAABvE/J9TtLAjDWB4/s400/BalletnXmas+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2199093918493952143?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2199093918493952143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2199093918493952143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2199093918493952143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2199093918493952143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcuSIrEC6I/AAAAAAAABt8/YCk3k9M34ZU/s72-c/BalletnXmas+099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1680611362946248093</id><published>2008-12-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:35:34.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Freezing Rain</title><content type='html'>Note the ice coate&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcrqfLft6I/AAAAAAAABt0/hKMZdIYiXcE/s1600-h/BalletnXmas+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d basketball hoop and branches&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284740687459494450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcrp84TqjI/AAAAAAAABts/1absRCZX8q8/s400/BalletnXmas+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcrqfLft6I/AAAAAAAABt0/hKMZdIYiXcE/s1600-h/BalletnXmas+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284740696666781602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcrqfLft6I/AAAAAAAABt0/hKMZdIYiXcE/s400/BalletnXmas+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great adventure for the kidlets. Their snowman had a two inch coating of ice on him. Pretty cool stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1680611362946248093?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1680611362946248093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1680611362946248093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1680611362946248093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1680611362946248093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-in-freezing-rain.html' title='Adventures in Freezing Rain'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcrp84TqjI/AAAAAAAABts/1absRCZX8q8/s72-c/BalletnXmas+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-6895971074183242659</id><published>2008-12-27T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:25:39.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcp5aqpPbI/AAAAAAAABtk/PCvFGzjzQZc/s1600-h/AliNutcracker+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284738754130034098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcp5aqpPbI/AAAAAAAABtk/PCvFGzjzQZc/s400/AliNutcracker+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alissa was so excited on performance day! Her first time on stage!! Mommy got to put big girl makeup on her and everything!! Here is mommy putting on the foundation - &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284736491371869218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcn1tPDtCI/AAAAAAAABtE/w7KwY1V32-c/s400/BalletnXmas+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then the finished product!! One girl ready for the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284736492547144722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcn1xnQ_BI/AAAAAAAABtM/PGCHm5iLJBw/s400/BalletnXmas+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is Alissa backstage all dressed in her costume and ready to hit the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284736504830730898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcn2fX5opI/AAAAAAAABtU/2avlk2aSZ6w/s400/BalletnXmas+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And a picture with all of the baby soldiers! :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcn2raHVqI/AAAAAAAABtc/ABSHpJyxW6Y/s1600-h/BalletnXmas+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284736508061243042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcn2raHVqI/AAAAAAAABtc/ABSHpJyxW6Y/s400/BalletnXmas+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performance was wonderful and the kids all did great. Alissa was a champ because it was a LONG day. We showed up at the theatre at 1pm for dress rehearsal and didn't leave there until 9pm after the show. I was so proud of my little Alissa. She was so confident and remembered all of her moves. She was beaming at the end of the show when she got flowers from family...she was a real star. &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/8184931619151471956-6895971074183242659?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6895971074183242659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=6895971074183242659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6895971074183242659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6895971074183242659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker-ballet.html' title='The Nutcracker Ballet'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SVcp5aqpPbI/AAAAAAAABtk/PCvFGzjzQZc/s72-c/AliNutcracker+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1416134557065138155</id><published>2008-12-22T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:19:53.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Winter</title><content type='html'>Wow has it been fun this last couple weeks. We have had snow, freezing rain, sleet.. everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;. The kids have been in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1oAOxmtI/AAAAAAAABsM/6AC_g1JWBLs/s1600-h/Snow+etc+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282710955534424786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1oAOxmtI/AAAAAAAABsM/6AC_g1JWBLs/s400/Snow+etc+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Triton is getting huge and is just a big dorky sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1nt33JsI/AAAAAAAABsE/vc4_6W1a33Y/s1600-h/Snow+etc+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282710950606481090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1nt33JsI/AAAAAAAABsE/vc4_6W1a33Y/s400/Snow+etc+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And on these winter days what could be better than cuddling up in a basket with your sibling? Nothing I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1nZuu_WI/AAAAAAAABr8/7bCrxxaNwCA/s1600-h/Snow+etc+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282710945199488354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1nZuu_WI/AAAAAAAABr8/7bCrxxaNwCA/s400/Snow+etc+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa had her Nutcracker ballet performance Saturday, it was great! I'll post on that after I upload the photos. Until then...playing catch up with the blog! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1416134557065138155?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1416134557065138155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1416134557065138155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1416134557065138155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1416134557065138155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-winter.html' title='Mr. Winter'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_1oAOxmtI/AAAAAAAABsM/6AC_g1JWBLs/s72-c/Snow+etc+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-805856543717003560</id><published>2008-12-22T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:13:01.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Tie Dye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_0kvoReGI/AAAAAAAABr0/fWkIsWzKQmA/s1600-h/Snow+etc+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282709800026732642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_0kvoReGI/AAAAAAAABr0/fWkIsWzKQmA/s400/Snow+etc+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a quick post... I took all the kids stained t-shirts and we had a tie dye party. Too much fun! The kids did a great job and the shirts all turned out fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-805856543717003560?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/805856543717003560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=805856543717003560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/805856543717003560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/805856543717003560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-in-tie-dye.html' title='Adventures in Tie Dye'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_0kvoReGI/AAAAAAAABr0/fWkIsWzKQmA/s72-c/Snow+etc+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4687670282040596470</id><published>2008-12-22T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:10:00.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spiderman Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what we almost had...&lt;br /&gt;See it all began with a harmless school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; to a cute little tree farm. The owner of the tree farm invites the preschoolers to come to his farm and pick out a tree for their school. He also allows parents to pick and tree on his lot no matter the size for $10. What a deal!! Every year we get a Noble, but this year with money being tight we couldn't pass up such a great offer. So we bundled the kids and headed out for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt;. Alissa was so very excited to pick our family tree. She immediately latched on the the tree you see her standing by in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282703989072383474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_vSgIyzfI/AAAAAAAABrk/6LGHSrTkaxs/s400/Snow+etc+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lucky for us it wasn't huge or we were heading for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griswold&lt;/span&gt; Christmas. It was the perfect size and cute as can be...we found our tree!!! The nice tree farmer cut it down for us and Matt strapped it on the van. Mission accomplished!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_vTJNy41I/AAAAAAAABrs/P3tzFPdpjBM/s1600-h/Snow+etc+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282704000099214162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_vTJNy41I/AAAAAAAABrs/P3tzFPdpjBM/s400/Snow+etc+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until we got it home.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;So Matt trimmed up the tree and got it in its stand and we put it in a place of honor in our living room. I went out to the garage and got our ornament box and the lights and we all gathered round the tree for the best part - decorations!&lt;br /&gt;This is when I stared lovingly at the tree and noticed something was amiss. As in.. the tree was moving. Weird. I got a little closer and saw a pretty good size black spider had crawled to the edge of a branch. MATT! I called.. SPIDER!! In comes daddy my spider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mooshing&lt;/span&gt; hero to save the day. But wait, come back! Another one!! It all goes downhill from here. You see.. after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mooshed&lt;/span&gt; the first 3, the rest of them came out of hiding. As soon as I lost count I told Matt to put the tree outside...QUICK. And he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...time to regroup.. Alissa is in a bit of a panic -- MY TREE MY TREE! Why is it outside? I try to explain that there were a few spiders and we didn't want them getting all over the house so we put it outside. At this point what does any good mom do?? I hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;! I needed some serious advice... how do you rid a Christmas tree of spiders? Now let me explain something.. these spiders were not all of the same species.. we had big ones, little ones, red ones, black ones, tiny baby ones..getting the picture? Yep..it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;So the net.. not at all useful. Basically the only advice was to use a vacuum if you found a spider or two..well, we did NOT have a spider or two...we had an infestation. But again, I'm a good mommy so I lug the tree back inside and plop it on the kitchen floor. No spiders in sight...but I have learned from this experience that the spiders do not crawl out to the edge of the branches until they warm up a bit. Lovely. About 15 minutes later out come my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spidy&lt;/span&gt; friends and I start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;suckin&lt;/span&gt; them up. After a few, I decide this is just too creepy and put the tree back outside. It is getting late and getting cold, I know it will be well under freezing that night so I have a brilliant (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) idea..I hose down the tree and let it freeze! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; teach those spiders who's boss!!&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I shake the now melted water off the tree and drag it inside. 15 minutes later...no spiders. I feel triumphant for the next 5 minutes until the little buggers start to creep out again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..plan A and B didn't work. Time for plan C - the tree went back into the backyard, I bundled up the kids.. and headed for a different tree farm. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;And that my dear friends and family.. is the story of how we almost had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; Christmas. There is a moral here - Always check your tree for spiders before putting on your decorations.. you just never know when you too might have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8184931619151471956-4687670282040596470?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4687670282040596470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4687670282040596470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4687670282040596470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4687670282040596470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/12/spiderman-christmas.html' title='A Spiderman Christmas?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SU_vSgIyzfI/AAAAAAAABrk/6LGHSrTkaxs/s72-c/Snow+etc+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3886969710873257029</id><published>2008-11-18T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:27:21.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fieldtrips and dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SSL5hshjPBI/AAAAAAAABrc/z-42glssC0E/s1600-h/RothsTriton+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270048871259782162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SSL5hshjPBI/AAAAAAAABrc/z-42glssC0E/s400/RothsTriton+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Alissa and Jon with their buddies.. went on a field trip to Roth's with Alissa's class. It was a hoot! Alissa and Jon got to make and decorate their own cupcakes and pizza. They got to tour the giant refrigerator and discuss apples. It was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I found the perfect house. It is HUGE and beautiful... two story 3000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squ&lt;/span&gt; ft with a play room and office and three bedroom. The owner is desperate and going into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foreclosure&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lowered&lt;/span&gt; the price 75k!! But alas, with everything going as it is going with the economy I doubt we are going to be able to get a loan. It is really kind of depressing to have this unbelievable deal and a house I could finally be comfortable in and proud of at our fingertips but the ever important money issue stands in our way. The family across the street is even friends of ours! It would be just perfect, next to a park.. I am 90% sure we will not get the loan, but it is so hard not to dream the what-ifs you know? So we will try, and try not to be too bummed if we don't get to move in. Did I mention there is even a 50's front porch? With the little fence.. it is SCREAMING for a rocking chair and lots of lazy evenings chatting with neighbors sipping lemonade. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3886969710873257029?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3886969710873257029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3886969710873257029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3886969710873257029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3886969710873257029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/11/fieldtrips-and-dreams.html' title='Fieldtrips and dreams..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SSL5hshjPBI/AAAAAAAABrc/z-42glssC0E/s72-c/RothsTriton+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-6885670595080482278</id><published>2008-11-08T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:03:03.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG's House and the pumpkin patch.</title><content type='html'>Forgive me, but these pictures are all from October :) I need to catch up!! First off, Alissa went on her first school field trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bauman&lt;/span&gt; Farm for the pumpkin patch. She loved feeding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;petting&lt;/span&gt; all the animals, watching them made apple cider, picking a pumpkin a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gourd&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; corn, and riding the hay wagon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266331456275933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEjqjK57I/AAAAAAAABqc/ZYgPOKMmduE/s400/PumpkinTripETC+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A good friend asked me to watch her two kids that day so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; of a handful - luckily Matt was off work and came with us! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEkeu9ipI/AAAAAAAABqk/TB-NYHEnz-w/s1600-h/PumpkinTripETC+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266331470284032658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEkeu9ipI/AAAAAAAABqk/TB-NYHEnz-w/s400/PumpkinTripETC+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have also been spending a lot of time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; house. She is getting ready to disappear for the winter to sunny Arizona. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lovely picture&lt;/span&gt; was taken by Alissa - my budding photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEjUsQnYI/AAAAAAAABqU/Q8DT28a0jQM/s1600-h/GGHouse+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266331450408476034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEjUsQnYI/AAAAAAAABqU/Q8DT28a0jQM/s400/GGHouse+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spend a lot of time at the park enjoying the last few sunny days before the clouds roll in. Alissa likes to put bread on the end of a stick and go fishing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;minnows&lt;/span&gt;! Jonathan just likes to throw rocks in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEjFsvNtI/AAAAAAAABqM/saOxP8XD8cM/s1600-h/GGHouse+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266331446383949522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEjFsvNtI/AAAAAAAABqM/saOxP8XD8cM/s400/GGHouse+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEi97qkII/AAAAAAAABqE/lP0BoJ5bthA/s1600-h/GGHouse+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266331444299075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEi97qkII/AAAAAAAABqE/lP0BoJ5bthA/s400/GGHouse+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much much more to come! I need to catch up! But for now the kiddos are awake and hungry..priorities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-6885670595080482278?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6885670595080482278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=6885670595080482278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6885670595080482278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6885670595080482278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/11/ggs-house-and-pumpkin-patch.html' title='GG&apos;s House and the pumpkin patch.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRXEjqjK57I/AAAAAAAABqc/ZYgPOKMmduE/s72-c/PumpkinTripETC+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8843634011490261487</id><published>2008-11-06T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:59:23.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRP1IlbscfI/AAAAAAAABp0/T7_MqMERFOY/s1600-h/PumpkinTripETC+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265821917162271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRP1IlbscfI/AAAAAAAABp0/T7_MqMERFOY/s400/PumpkinTripETC+210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From a couple of pirates and their dog. Yes, I am still alive. I will update this very soon. I am WAY behind and it will be a long post. Tonight I need some sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8843634011490261487?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8843634011490261487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8843634011490261487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8843634011490261487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8843634011490261487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-late-halloween.html' title='Happy (late) Halloween!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SRP1IlbscfI/AAAAAAAABp0/T7_MqMERFOY/s72-c/PumpkinTripETC+210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7532178647012820919</id><published>2008-10-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:38:24.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's first day of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORrtH8JuZI/AAAAAAAABoU/OHkSs1gUa9c/s1600-h/Schooletc+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441488390470034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORrtH8JuZI/AAAAAAAABoU/OHkSs1gUa9c/s400/Schooletc+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Third post of the night!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt; I'm on a roll! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Monday Jonathan started Toddler Time class.. it's a mommy &amp;amp; me class where we are together the whole time and it is semi-structured but lots and lots of fun. Jon was so excited to finally get to go to school and carry his own backpack!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORrtYZoq2I/AAAAAAAABoc/k4Cn92at0PY/s1600-h/Schooletc+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441492809100130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORrtYZoq2I/AAAAAAAABoc/k4Cn92at0PY/s400/Schooletc+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The class is in the same building as Ali's preschool so we are literally right across the hall every Monday morning. Oh! And the best part -- it is free!! They waived all fees for Jonathan because I am also the ASL interpreter in class for a deaf momma.. it's my first paid interpreting job!! The class is 9am to 11am and fun fun fun.. the kids get a chance to be creative and interact. Jonathan fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I have more to post about but I am pooped. I will try and get on here more often.. if I can pry myself away from that darn game.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aarrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7532178647012820919?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7532178647012820919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7532178647012820919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7532178647012820919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7532178647012820919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/10/jonathans-first-day-of-school.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s first day of school.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORrtH8JuZI/AAAAAAAABoU/OHkSs1gUa9c/s72-c/Schooletc+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2388939416130061709</id><published>2008-10-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:32:41.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Celebration!! Post #2</title><content type='html'>So after graduation Matt and I headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keizer&lt;/span&gt; to take care of some serious family business.............. and the next day we headed to the coast. We stayed in a condo in Newport and it was GREAT! I had never stayed in a condo before and found it to be.. well, just lots of fun. Our first surprise upon arrival was a basketball hoop upstairs! Jonathan was beside himself. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEcEtjnI/AAAAAAAABns/EiNjpiAwMYM/s1600-h/Schooletc+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439689908817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEcEtjnI/AAAAAAAABns/EiNjpiAwMYM/s400/Schooletc+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is again on the deck.. just being Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEtV_oDI/AAAAAAAABn0/a6cWDOgfG78/s1600-h/Schooletc+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439694544707634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEtV_oDI/AAAAAAAABn0/a6cWDOgfG78/s400/Schooletc+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa was thrilled because one of the bedrooms had a toy kitchen with play food and all kinds of goodies to play with. She roped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; into playing house. Of course Alissa plays house differently then a lot of 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; had to be the police officer and save the baby (the horse) and.. well... I lost track at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEjVuEAI/AAAAAAAABn8/pHMmRAgCp-8/s1600-h/Schooletc+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439691859202050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEjVuEAI/AAAAAAAABn8/pHMmRAgCp-8/s400/Schooletc+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan also tried his hand at air hockey upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEyexn2I/AAAAAAAABoE/ZyLCb-YD3HQ/s1600-h/Schooletc+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439695923715938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEyexn2I/AAAAAAAABoE/ZyLCb-YD3HQ/s400/Schooletc+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall we just relaxed and had fun hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqFPWPweI/AAAAAAAABoM/JrFdscFfkTE/s1600-h/Schooletc+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252439703672570338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqFPWPweI/AAAAAAAABoM/JrFdscFfkTE/s400/Schooletc+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2388939416130061709?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2388939416130061709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2388939416130061709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2388939416130061709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2388939416130061709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation-celebration-post-2.html' title='Graduation Celebration!! Post #2'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORqEcEtjnI/AAAAAAAABns/EiNjpiAwMYM/s72-c/Schooletc+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3662498992899738490</id><published>2008-10-01T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:23:16.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So much to update so little time. Sorry I have taking a small blogging vacation. Truth be told it is all the fault of an online game.. a game so seriously addictive that I won't even tell you what it is for fear that you will be sucked in as well. It all began with a commercial, some pirates, and a little girl named Alissa. But I digress.. so much has happened I will try and get it all in here but will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; posts just because. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first I must write about Matt's graduation from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DPSST&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very very long 16 weeks but he survived. When we arrived I parked three miles away (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, not really but it sure felt like it) and was preparing to walk by myself with two kids in tow (not fun when they both get tired of walking) when we ran into Justin and Lisa! Yeah! Justin was kind enough to carry Alissa the remaining two miles to the ceremony. I should mention that Alissa is totally and completely enamored with Justin. Thinks he is just the coolest thing since home-made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;playdoh&lt;/span&gt;. So to say the least she was thrilled when she got to sit with him before the graduation ceremony started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJGvSSVI/AAAAAAAABnE/AlsWGStRGcQ/s1600-h/GradDPSST+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436471546267986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJGvSSVI/AAAAAAAABnE/AlsWGStRGcQ/s400/GradDPSST+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt happily excepted his certificate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJUQXYcI/AAAAAAAABnM/HzaNxSmsrDc/s1600-h/GradDPSST+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436475174674882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJUQXYcI/AAAAAAAABnM/HzaNxSmsrDc/s400/GradDPSST+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Alissa got to hang with him after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJeg9VfI/AAAAAAAABnU/zjhRww5kf-E/s1600-h/GradDPSST+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436477928625650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJeg9VfI/AAAAAAAABnU/zjhRww5kf-E/s400/GradDPSST+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course he was up-staged by a frog she found outside.. sorry Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJpzV16I/AAAAAAAABnc/xQs9fx9Rbpk/s1600-h/GradDPSST+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436480958519202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJpzV16I/AAAAAAAABnc/xQs9fx9Rbpk/s400/GradDPSST+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the whole family that showed up for the big "G".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJw08oaI/AAAAAAAABnk/8azGiWyZ17c/s1600-h/GradDPSST+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252436482844303778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJw08oaI/AAAAAAAABnk/8azGiWyZ17c/s400/GradDPSST+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a wonderful ceremony and a huge relief as we are one step further in this year long journey to get Matt on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3662498992899738490?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3662498992899738490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3662498992899738490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3662498992899738490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3662498992899738490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation.html' title='The Graduation'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SORnJGvSSVI/AAAAAAAABnE/AlsWGStRGcQ/s72-c/GradDPSST+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2459402164280826581</id><published>2008-09-15T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:20:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AC GILBERT House.</title><content type='html'>So Tuesday I took the kiddos to AC Gilbert house museum for play and story time. When we first arrived Jonathan enjoyed being a big boy pushing a shopping cart.. speaking of big boy it has been one week since I have nursed him. That's right..it's official.. I finally let go. That made it a grand total of 5 years and 2 months STRAIGHT of either being pregnant or nursing babies.. I finally have my body back and now I miss it. Sigh.. thus is life. If you say to Jon, "Are you a big boy now?" he responds with a high pitched voice, "No more momma milk, I big boy now". Too too cute. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9Oho8-LGI/AAAAAAAABMk/Q0E-wW8-ghQ/s1600-h/ACGilbert+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246498430745717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9Oho8-LGI/AAAAAAAABMk/Q0E-wW8-ghQ/s400/ACGilbert+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. back to AC Gilbert.. Alissa enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;painting&lt;/span&gt; with water in the China room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9OhyeJhOI/AAAAAAAABMs/lQ6ZaUMjlj0/s1600-h/ACGilbert+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246498433300792546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9OhyeJhOI/AAAAAAAABMs/lQ6ZaUMjlj0/s400/ACGilbert+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course a tea party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9OiXuvOnI/AAAAAAAABM0/t4VwUQxvQig/s1600-h/ACGilbert+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246498443302484594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9OiXuvOnI/AAAAAAAABM0/t4VwUQxvQig/s400/ACGilbert+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 11 o'clock we headed to the story room where we heard "The Little Red Hen" and the kiddos made a rock mouse, a clucking cup hen, and a finger puppet piggy after the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9OijwtYkI/AAAAAAAABM8/nHMJq61aPXI/s1600-h/ACGilbert+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246498446531977794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9OijwtYkI/AAAAAAAABM8/nHMJq61aPXI/s400/ACGilbert+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went home and the boys took a nap. After nap I had three kids in a tiny plastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; pool!! It was too funny. It has been in the 90's so we are enjoying it while we can before fall creeps up on us and it gets chilly. Here's the three kiddos drying off after the pool. The little guy on the right is Porter who I babysit Tuesday through Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9Oi8yG8dI/AAAAAAAABNE/d4MmEVGAW1E/s1600-h/ACGilbert+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246498453248733650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9Oi8yG8dI/AAAAAAAABNE/d4MmEVGAW1E/s400/ACGilbert+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun day.. but very exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2459402164280826581?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2459402164280826581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2459402164280826581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2459402164280826581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2459402164280826581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/09/ac-gilbert-house.html' title='AC GILBERT House.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SM9Oho8-LGI/AAAAAAAABMk/Q0E-wW8-ghQ/s72-c/ACGilbert+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-6135088549734563984</id><published>2008-09-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:47:13.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet!! Day 1</title><content type='html'>Alissa started ballet today!! She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to be a "real" ballerina! The class started with some stretching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcX0pXQI/AAAAAAAABLE/CJsGiEXz5_E/s1600-h/BalletDay1+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244248739457621250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcX0pXQI/AAAAAAAABLE/CJsGiEXz5_E/s400/BalletDay1+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then on to some bar exercises.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcp6OkpI/AAAAAAAABLM/Ataf8dRfB6c/s1600-h/BalletDay1+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244248744312869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcp6OkpI/AAAAAAAABLM/Ataf8dRfB6c/s400/BalletDay1+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; fun with scarves... so graceful, and the music was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; princess songs which of course made it golden in Ali's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcx05XWI/AAAAAAAABLU/BamaL6PFyQA/s1600-h/BalletDay1+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244248746437991778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcx05XWI/AAAAAAAABLU/BamaL6PFyQA/s400/BalletDay1+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing like having an old friend in class either -- this is Alissa and her best buddy Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQdD7qs6I/AAAAAAAABLc/U5mp4iRth-w/s1600-h/BalletDay1+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244248751298229154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQdD7qs6I/AAAAAAAABLc/U5mp4iRth-w/s400/BalletDay1+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all it was a terrific first class. The only problem was it was an OVEN in the building!! Yikes.. we were all sweating like crazy, but couldn't open the window because of a bee problem!! Anyways, I am happy Alissa is in ballet, she seems to really enjoy it and I can't wait to see her on stage in December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-6135088549734563984?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6135088549734563984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=6135088549734563984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6135088549734563984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6135088549734563984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/09/ballet-day-1.html' title='Ballet!! Day 1'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SMdQcX0pXQI/AAAAAAAABLE/CJsGiEXz5_E/s72-c/BalletDay1+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-367490663577934214</id><published>2008-09-04T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:39:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df160160c7537439" 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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf160160c7537439%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D202FD6A3651B8434AD61247526B2BC618AA76DDD.28EECC84B5D9658222549CCD79B69267CEE87BF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf160160c7537439%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHXP5BFPTdp-5xqkLv47LO8tQYCc&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://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf160160c7537439%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D202FD6A3651B8434AD61247526B2BC618AA76DDD.28EECC84B5D9658222549CCD79B69267CEE87BF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf160160c7537439%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHXP5BFPTdp-5xqkLv47LO8tQYCc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alissa went to school Wednesday and it went off without a hitch. I was so very proud of her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-367490663577934214?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=df160160c7537439&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/367490663577934214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=367490663577934214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/367490663577934214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/367490663577934214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4737204669861697991</id><published>2008-08-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:53:09.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new journey begins - goodbye summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SLWv6uv7MiI/AAAAAAAABK8/4W2yIC1-koI/s1600-h/horses+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287165031756322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SLWv6uv7MiI/AAAAAAAABK8/4W2yIC1-koI/s400/horses+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy oh boy some changes are in the air. Alissa starts preschool on the 3rd and is very excited. I started babysitting a 2 year old little boy yesterday and will have him all day Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. So far so good with that!&lt;br /&gt;Alissa starts ballet the second week of September and Jonathan starts Toddler Time classes the last week of September. So to say the least we will go from a care free summer to lots of things to do! :) I am looking forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-4737204669861697991?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4737204669861697991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4737204669861697991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4737204669861697991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4737204669861697991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-journey-begins-goodbye-summer.html' title='A new journey begins - goodbye summer!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SLWv6uv7MiI/AAAAAAAABK8/4W2yIC1-koI/s72-c/horses+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5573557016027621433</id><published>2008-08-21T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:10:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SK5YNyx-jNI/AAAAAAAABKo/0B640cD0UQc/s1600-h/toes+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237220410671402194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SK5YNyx-jNI/AAAAAAAABKo/0B640cD0UQc/s400/toes+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5573557016027621433?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5573557016027621433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5573557016027621433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5573557016027621433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5573557016027621433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/toes.html' title='Toes.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SK5YNyx-jNI/AAAAAAAABKo/0B640cD0UQc/s72-c/toes+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1193016586090627246</id><published>2008-08-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:26:12.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Doo For School!!</title><content type='html'>So how do you instantly watch your daughter look two years older?? Cut her hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467599206517266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKuriZiMChI/AAAAAAAABKI/kOvy3II1lFw/s400/New+hair+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKurh-dbdCI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ADX20e9p20c/s1600-h/New+hair+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467591938798626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKurh-dbdCI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ADX20e9p20c/s400/New+hair+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa has been begging me for a week to cut her hair short.. so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKuriCfsmyI/AAAAAAAABKA/BxIm_U0D6BA/s1600-h/New+hair+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467593022053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKuriCfsmyI/AAAAAAAABKA/BxIm_U0D6BA/s400/New+hair+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this weekend we had girls night out and Alissa and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt; then out for a pedicure! :) Ali got her finger and toe nails painted and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKurigf8TKI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Vp3YzkTyqvs/s1600-h/New+hair+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236467601076145314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKurigf8TKI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Vp3YzkTyqvs/s400/New+hair+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We later went to the store and bought matching flip flops to show off our pretty toes. Ali picked this reddish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;orangish&lt;/span&gt; color (not my first choice!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and it turned out not too bad :) It was great taking some time out and just being with my daughter. She is such a neat kid - -so much imagination and so easy going. The guys hung out at home and played basketball with Jon's new hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1193016586090627246?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1193016586090627246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1193016586090627246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1193016586090627246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1193016586090627246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-due-for-school.html' title='New Doo For School!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKuriZiMChI/AAAAAAAABKI/kOvy3II1lFw/s72-c/New+hair+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-6789826874831543568</id><published>2008-08-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:45:24.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am FREAKED OUT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay people.. truly.. ever heard of a HOBO spider?? I think I have in the past but never gave them much thought.. I always worried about the brown recluse. HA! There are no brown recluse spiders in Oregon despite what people may tell you but there ARE their equivalent: HOBO SPIDERS! What prompted this post?? Well.. a week ago we found this great big ugly spider by our front door and Matt said to take a picture of it for identification.. so I did. And forgot about it.. until today when I was skimming through pictures and came across this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236362908551506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKtMUmc-bBI/AAAAAAAABJw/QgAYTaIYQbk/s400/Triton+5+mths+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the size of a small biscuit.. seriously huge.. I know its a HE thanks to the joys of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.. I also know way too much about this spider who could be lurking in my HOUSE and coming out at night. I am generally not panicked by spiders.. until now. I am heading out to by some traps. I have the serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heebeejeebees&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-6789826874831543568?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6789826874831543568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=6789826874831543568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6789826874831543568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6789826874831543568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-freaked-out.html' title='I am FREAKED OUT!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKtMUmc-bBI/AAAAAAAABJw/QgAYTaIYQbk/s72-c/Triton+5+mths+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3278504182201150327</id><published>2008-08-18T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:15:13.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Falls</title><content type='html'>We spent the day with friends at Silver Falls. We had a picnic, went for a long hike and enjoyed the beautiful weather and views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV569eADI/AAAAAAAABJI/aYqbD8HsIIo/s1600-h/Silver+Falls+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236091970339602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV569eADI/AAAAAAAABJI/aYqbD8HsIIo/s400/Silver+Falls+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alissa LOVES bridges. No matter how big or small this kid could live on a bridge. Notice I said ON not UNDER.. just checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV65jC_5I/AAAAAAAABJQ/SqSN_LyMIvs/s1600-h/Silver+Falls+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236091987140214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV65jC_5I/AAAAAAAABJQ/SqSN_LyMIvs/s400/Silver+Falls+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV7zOD7wI/AAAAAAAABJY/HPVERPeH40E/s1600-h/Silver+Falls+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236092002621452034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV7zOD7wI/AAAAAAAABJY/HPVERPeH40E/s400/Silver+Falls+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first sighting of the South Falls...very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV8vbJvII/AAAAAAAABJg/81nbCpqr3hY/s1600-h/Silver+Falls+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236092018782485634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV8vbJvII/AAAAAAAABJg/81nbCpqr3hY/s400/Silver+Falls+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After hiking we had dinner at the lodge and then played on the playground until everyone was ready to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV-yKtwCI/AAAAAAAABJo/6HxzikJEZNk/s1600-h/Silver+Falls+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236092053878587426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV-yKtwCI/AAAAAAAABJo/6HxzikJEZNk/s400/Silver+Falls+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a lot of fun!! And phooey on the weather man -- rain and thunder storms?? Nah! Not a drop! WOOHOO &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3278504182201150327?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3278504182201150327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3278504182201150327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3278504182201150327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3278504182201150327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/silver-falls.html' title='Silver Falls'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKpV569eADI/AAAAAAAABJI/aYqbD8HsIIo/s72-c/Silver+Falls+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-328177082422876596</id><published>2008-08-13T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:55:19.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday parties and paramedics.</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning I headed to Grandma Davis' house to set up Jon's party while Matt took Alissa to yet another birthday party. I set up Jon's basketball pool and filled it with balls and he had fun shooting hoops &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; I set up. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxIDca9I/AAAAAAAABIg/UUFL1sLinU0/s1600-h/Jon+Bday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029135421795282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxIDca9I/AAAAAAAABIg/UUFL1sLinU0/s400/Jon+Bday+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the final set up before the guests arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxYU2gpI/AAAAAAAABIo/IcGOXlUCIBw/s1600-h/Jon+Bday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029139789775506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxYU2gpI/AAAAAAAABIo/IcGOXlUCIBw/s400/Jon+Bday+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Jeanne did an unbelievable job on the cakes!! WOW! The baseball is a sugar free pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxwbvPGI/AAAAAAAABIw/dWxh0YbTToY/s1600-h/Jon+Bday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029146261109858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxwbvPGI/AAAAAAAABIw/dWxh0YbTToY/s400/Jon+Bday+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the party got off to a great start - we had about 40 guests and had hamburgers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, and a bunch of sides. Everyone to got eating and visiting and things were going great. Pinata time!! The kids all got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt; at the ball pinata and on the final blow it fell to the ground and the little ones raced to grab as much candy. That's when things took a turn for the worst. A little 2 year old girl fell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;backwards&lt;/span&gt; and started having a seizure. At first everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; she was choking as she was limp and started to turn blue - but her jaw was tightly clenched and after about a minute she started to cry and come out of it. It was one of the scariest things ever. The paramedics arrived within five minutes and they took her away in an ambulance. Found out later she had a fever and really not sure yet what triggered the episode because she had never had problems before. So after that issue we returned to the party and it was time for cake. Jonathan happily blew out his candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMByF71wNI/AAAAAAAABI4/cV4E9xB0_jY/s1600-h/Jon+Bday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029152032899282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMByF71wNI/AAAAAAAABI4/cV4E9xB0_jY/s400/Jon+Bday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa got a "helper present" and we were all surprised at how much she enjoyed playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;harmonica&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily it came with a music book so I can teach her how to really play. Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMByf5FMrI/AAAAAAAABJA/P9Nz7pnUlEY/s1600-h/Jon+Bday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029159000650418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMByf5FMrI/AAAAAAAABJA/P9Nz7pnUlEY/s400/Jon+Bday+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;n all&lt;/span&gt; it was a fantastic party and we all had a lot of fun. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-328177082422876596?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/328177082422876596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=328177082422876596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/328177082422876596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/328177082422876596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-parties-and-paramedics.html' title='Birthday parties and paramedics.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SKMBxIDca9I/AAAAAAAABIg/UUFL1sLinU0/s72-c/Jon+Bday+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-295212588301158020</id><published>2008-08-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:31:20.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan VERSION 2.0</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a mixture of pride and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride in my son for being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; an incredible little person. He is full of energy and love of life, loves sports.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, is obsessed with sports. We went mini golfing for the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and they had clubs his size.. thought he would be more interested in swinging the club like a bat, but he took to golf right away. Is there no sport my little man can't do? I don't think so. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beijing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and I wonder if some day Jonathan won't be there. He has the best hand-eye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coordination&lt;/span&gt; than I have ever seen in one so small. I am also proud when I watch him tackle life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; with such self-assurance and "me do it". He has determination and strength beyond his years. I am so proud of all that he has become in two very short years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote this I am also a little sad. My baby.. well, he isn't a baby now. I was determined to nurse him for two years, and now we have arrived and I am faced with letting go of this special time and closeness.. and I'm not quite ready yet. I am sad that the day is closer when he will need me less and less. It almost doesn't seem fair that my kids have grown so fast. Jonathan is my last child.. and I just wanted to stretch these baby years a little bit longer, but alas.. the harder you hold on to time the faster it slips through your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jonathan is two years old today. Terrible two's? I don't think so. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; this next year and all of the tantrums and power struggles knowing that when I write Jonathan 3.0 I will never again get the old version back. Knowing that all too soon his "Lu u mama" will turn into, "Love you mom" and his sweet little baby voice will someday be a deep man's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jonathan.. you are my little man and I hope you never get too old to cuddle in close with mommy. I am so proud of the little boy you are, and the man I know you will someday become. Happy birthday baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911207025138786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJ8JBIPk3GI/AAAAAAAABIY/GYEA6kjJtkA/s400/Dentist+etc+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-295212588301158020?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/295212588301158020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=295212588301158020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/295212588301158020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/295212588301158020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/jonathan-version-20.html' title='Jonathan VERSION 2.0'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJ8JBIPk3GI/AAAAAAAABIY/GYEA6kjJtkA/s72-c/Dentist+etc+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8712959860107355271</id><published>2008-08-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:41:17.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day and ballet...</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot going on.. last Wednesday we headed to the fairgrounds and submitted a few photos for the contest -- that's always fun. I will post my submissions later, they are on my mom's computer because she has the fancy photo shop :)&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been seeing more and more that my children really enjoy one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;. It's true how people say you enjoy every age.. I just wish I could be in Groundhog Day the movie sometimes and relive some days with my children over and over and over.. for that matter I could fix my attitude in a few of those days also. But alas, here we are stuck in the now so I will try my hardest to enjoy every second of every day that my kids are young and care free.. and then when they are older and struggling with life's curve balls.. and yet again when they are all grown up and raising families of there own. Is that really possible? Could my little ones really get that old? What a wonderful and scary thought. It is such a huge responsibility to instill in them the life lessons they will need to make good choices. I can tell you that every day I watch them grow and learn and I am so very proud of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;There is some Alissa news.. she had been signed up for ballet! She is very excited and can't wait to dance. There will be three big performances - the Nutcracker Ballet is two of them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chemeketa&lt;/span&gt; Community College in December and then in July she will be in Fantasia. I can't wait to see her on stage!! That will bring back so many fond memories. I am seriously considering starting up a children's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theater&lt;/span&gt; here is Salem because there is nothing offered for younger kids (I think the youngest allowed in 3rd grade) and I know Alissa would benefit so much from it. I already have a costume lady!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJR9pBOIbHI/AAAAAAAABHc/17xr7tU2-w4/s1600-h/Aunt+Susan+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229943210939804786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJR9pBOIbHI/AAAAAAAABHc/17xr7tU2-w4/s400/Aunt+Susan+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyways.. life is good. And my little ones are now playing together and side by side. And as always I open my eyes and wonder where all the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJR9pswPcRI/AAAAAAAABHk/jbFkn6NT1a0/s1600-h/Aunt+Susan+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229943222625595666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJR9pswPcRI/AAAAAAAABHk/jbFkn6NT1a0/s400/Aunt+Susan+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8712959860107355271?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8712959860107355271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8712959860107355271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8712959860107355271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8712959860107355271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/08/groundhog-day-and-ballet.html' title='Groundhog Day and ballet...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SJR9pBOIbHI/AAAAAAAABHc/17xr7tU2-w4/s72-c/Aunt+Susan+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2981579826566571357</id><published>2008-07-27T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:34:28.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The awful HAG!</title><content type='html'>I love Mo's. I truly have a deep affection for that place.. even though it is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt; and utterly chaotic.. it's just part of the beach experience you just can't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zvXX2O6I/AAAAAAAABG8/inAflpsuEtw/s1600-h/Aunt+Susan+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227962000012098466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zvXX2O6I/AAAAAAAABG8/inAflpsuEtw/s400/Aunt+Susan+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we feasted at Mo's on clam chowder and other misc. yummy things (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, truth is I don't like clam chowder or anything else that comes from the sea, I had chicken. Laugh all you want.. but I enjoyed my chicken..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmph&lt;/span&gt;) we went outside to the pier with our left over french fries and other odds and ends and had a seagull feeding fiasco. Oh so much fun! They were very brave and ate right from our hands.. of course a couple times they tried to make off with my finger, but it was worth the pain for some good photos.. I think. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zvlpJtxI/AAAAAAAABHE/QpnK7NlZ3ZA/s1600-h/Aunt+Susan+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227962003842774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zvlpJtxI/AAAAAAAABHE/QpnK7NlZ3ZA/s400/Aunt+Susan+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Mo's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt; we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Depoe&lt;/span&gt; Bay for some shopping -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; yes folks.. salt water taffy and c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;armel&lt;/span&gt; corn to die for.. throw in an old sea hag and life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zwLxjg3I/AAAAAAAABHM/pQciDb_PUjQ/s1600-h/Aunt+Susan+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227962014078567282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zwLxjg3I/AAAAAAAABHM/pQciDb_PUjQ/s400/Aunt+Susan+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After shopping we played on the beach were a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cooooold&lt;/span&gt; Alissa shows off her "Little Mermaid seaweed castle".. I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zwQFc6fI/AAAAAAAABHU/lv0QFe9GlRU/s1600-h/Aunt+Susan+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227962015235762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zwQFc6fI/AAAAAAAABHU/lv0QFe9GlRU/s400/Aunt+Susan+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least a short video of Alissa chasing the gulls.. think she was enjoying herself??? I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-578684846f32d9c6" 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://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D578684846f32d9c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D837FDEA4C0C0BCEF2B9183A9526CC853BA7AAAAE.E86C138915629F855B42340B1F54F894AA0059A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D578684846f32d9c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyZO89tUX7aE6cX1X3t4N3wZz_Rk&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://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D578684846f32d9c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D837FDEA4C0C0BCEF2B9183A9526CC853BA7AAAAE.E86C138915629F855B42340B1F54F894AA0059A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D578684846f32d9c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyZO89tUX7aE6cX1X3t4N3wZz_Rk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt Susan left the next day :( She will be missed.. hopefully we can entice her to return soon. The beach will be waiting. I'm sure the beaches in Maryland don't hold a candle to our lovely Oregon beaches.. at least that is in my never to be humble option. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2981579826566571357?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=578684846f32d9c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2981579826566571357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2981579826566571357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2981579826566571357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2981579826566571357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/07/awful-hag.html' title='The awful HAG!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SI1zvXX2O6I/AAAAAAAABG8/inAflpsuEtw/s72-c/Aunt+Susan+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7218195355353605471</id><published>2008-07-22T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:21:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings and vomit.</title><content type='html'>Finally a moment to write!! It has been a busy week. Poor Jonathan has never been so sick.. he did not eat for 5 days and with the vomiting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; he lost a ton of weight :( My poor baby is so skinny. Just today he finally started eating a little. Nothing but high calorie foods for him for awhile.. Alissa got sick too, but not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puky&lt;/span&gt; kind thank God.. she had a high fever (which she gets anytime she is sick) and a stuffy nose. I woke up this morning with a sore throat, which I am NOT complaining about! I am so glad I am not bowing over the toilet. Anyways.. enough of sicko stuff. I have much to catch up on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's Aunt Susan came to town last Tuesday from Maryland and will be with us until this Friday. Luckily we were able to spend Tuesday and Wednesday with her before this bug hit. I'm extra grateful we didn't get her sick.. I would have felt terrible!!! Her first night in she requested Hamburger Pie so I whipped it up and brought it to the in-laws house. It was fun hanging out and catching up with her. Alissa thinks Aunt Susan is the greatest -- when we drove away that first night she looked at me and said, "I'm really going to miss Aunt Susan when she leaves Mom".. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;.. Wednesday we got together for tacos and chat and decided Thursday would be a great day for the zoo!! The kids and I were very excited.. and Wednesday night as we were getting ready for bed Jonathan started the puke fest. Oh boy, plan B. So Alissa got to go with her Grandma Davis, Aunt Susan and Bethany to the zoo and she had a blast! They were gone all day and most of the evening. Alissa wanted to sleep over with Aunt Susan and we were more than happy to let her so she didn't get Jon's "sick germs". Friday Jon seemed a little better so we went to the in laws for Matt's famous home-made enchiladas.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yummm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my Saturday adventure! Matt agreed to hang with the kiddos all day so I could go to my third cousin's wedding.. Kate. I left in the morning with my mom and grandma and we drove 3 hours to Washington and had such a great time. The wedding was simple and beautiful. I love small weddings! It reminded me of my own wedding, only less traditional. My mom was the wedding photographer and I got to be the assistant! She brought two fancy cameras and we went to town taking pics. It was great having a purpose and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. The drive home was full of adventure (cherry seed spitting, Bridgette mishaps, innocent banter.. and the like).. It was great spending time with my elders :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. We even stopped at Alf's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mcminnville&lt;/span&gt; on the way home and got to see the monkey in a diaper and eat yummy sweet potato fries.&lt;br /&gt;To end my adventure I got home at 10 and was told Jonathan was doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but seemed tired..great! I picked him up and headed to bed.. laid him down and he promptly puked all over me.. and so it began again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the present.. I am a bit stuffy and my throat hurts a little.. Alissa is stuffy but otherwise normal.. Jon is slowly returning to normal.. and we are supposed to go to the coast tomorrow.. I hope. We will see how everyone is feeling by then. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously neglecting my poor camera. I need to get some pictures up but have nothing new to share. This is random but Triton is HUGE!! I tried to lift him onto my lap this morning and almost couldn't do it.. I'm sure he is over 60lbs but have no way of weighing him at home because I can't pick him up!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.. Oh.. and he blows bubbles in his water bowl down, how weird is that??? He sticks his whole snout in his dish and blows... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?? Love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7218195355353605471?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7218195355353605471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7218195355353605471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7218195355353605471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7218195355353605471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/07/weddings-and-vomit.html' title='Weddings and vomit.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8427020798244515450</id><published>2008-07-19T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:53:59.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive..barely.</title><content type='html'>So the last few day I have had a sick baby boy and it has been a bit of a puke fest around here. I have a lot to update, just need the time and energy. I'll try and get back in the next couple days!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8427020798244515450?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8427020798244515450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8427020798244515450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8427020798244515450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8427020798244515450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-alivebarely.html' title='Still alive..barely.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3152329621375182753</id><published>2008-07-08T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:27:02.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sale's and Zoo Trips</title><content type='html'>I really need to catch up! ! Last Saturday Matt and I had our first yard sale! Got rid of a bunch of big stuff and I now have a garage again!! WOO-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Matt returned to academy after a much needed week off and I woke up with absolutely nothing to do. So I looked at Alissa and she at me and I said, "Hey, how about we go to the zoo?" To this she replied, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YESSSS&lt;/span&gt;!!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. that was easy. So we loaded up the van with snacks and the double stroller and we headed to see the animals.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast!! And I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; them discovering new things and having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZwsJ8XuI/AAAAAAAABE4/Dk2uMSmwPsU/s1600-h/ZOO+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220755823562350306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZwsJ8XuI/AAAAAAAABE4/Dk2uMSmwPsU/s400/ZOO+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The funny thing was I think they enjoyed the dinosaur exhibit more than the real animals. Figures I suppose. This picture of them with T-Rex was great, if I had been taking a video you would have seen that right after this shot the T-Rex roared and it was LOUD and both kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; just a wee bit.. but no tears!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZxB1h7RI/AAAAAAAABFA/zMGyi5-h3RI/s1600-h/ZOO+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220755829382311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZxB1h7RI/AAAAAAAABFA/zMGyi5-h3RI/s400/ZOO+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the official group shot.. we were sitting waiting for a show where we saw a parrot do some paintings. The kids loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZx8xfCwI/AAAAAAAABFI/MvNStoulD_A/s1600-h/ZOO+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220755845203036930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZx8xfCwI/AAAAAAAABFI/MvNStoulD_A/s400/ZOO+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa was thrilled that we found the "Tic-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tocking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alligator&lt;/span&gt;". Who would have thought he was hiding in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zoo's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rain forest&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZyLSqtuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/hjtKdDZk6HY/s1600-h/ZOO+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220755849100310242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZyLSqtuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/hjtKdDZk6HY/s400/ZOO+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To finish off the trip the kids each picked out an "Ice-Scream" from the dinosaur exhibit and then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZyg2N6CI/AAAAAAAABFY/k2YAL5JRGgE/s1600-h/ZOO+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220755854886561826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZyg2N6CI/AAAAAAAABFY/k2YAL5JRGgE/s400/ZOO+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left for the zoo at 11am and left the zoo at 4:00 -- didn't get home till 5:30 fighting traffic the whole way. All in all we had a lot of fun together.. just me and the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news.. the kids are eagerly awaiting the birth of their cousin this Friday (or sooner maybe??) Alissa says with absolute certainty that it is a girl. I am curious if she is right!! :) We will see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3152329621375182753?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3152329621375182753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3152329621375182753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3152329621375182753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3152329621375182753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/07/yard-sales-and-zoo-trips.html' title='Yard Sale&apos;s and Zoo Trips'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SHPZwsJ8XuI/AAAAAAAABE4/Dk2uMSmwPsU/s72-c/ZOO+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3874349704472627976</id><published>2008-07-08T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:12:25.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those moments..</title><content type='html'>Jonathan is asleep and Alissa was out finishing lunch so I came in to read some blogs.. I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life With My Special K's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;when Alissa walked in and saw the picture of Kennedy in her halo. Alissa looked very concerned and asked me what was wrong with the little girl -- I told her she was very very sick and doctors were making her better. She asked what she could do to help her and I told her she could pray. This chokes me up even writing about.. she asked if we could pray together for the little girl and we bowed our heads and folded our hands and my sweet baby girl prayed the following, "Jesus can you please please help make that little girl all better...please... amen." She said this with such conviction I'm just sure God heard her. I've never before heard such a simple, innocent, heartfelt prayer. I believe there is nothing more powerful than a child's prayer. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3874349704472627976?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3874349704472627976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3874349704472627976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3874349704472627976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3874349704472627976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-of-those-moments.html' title='One of those moments..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4539925324374045391</id><published>2008-07-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:51:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping!!!</title><content type='html'>We arrived at our campsite Sunday evening right in the middle of a thunder storm. I was born and lived most of my life in Arizona where we had some unbelievable thunder storms during the monsoons.. since moving to Oregon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zippo&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of rain -- no thunder storms. So this was like Disneyland for me!! That first night I stayed awake most of the night listening to the skies rumble.. what could be better?? Here is our tent that first night -- notice it is wet?? Luckily it held up for us -- this was a new tent and we bought a Swiss Gear (like the Swiss army knife) because we are on a tight budget -- I loved it!! Lots of pockets and hangers on the inside and HUGE!! 17X13 foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueJ7Rp4YI/AAAAAAAABDI/cYClzdGyk7k/s1600-h/Camping+triton+14+weeks+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438486606602626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueJ7Rp4YI/AAAAAAAABDI/cYClzdGyk7k/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa wasted no time getting comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueKb0jt9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/4XX_kGQfheA/s1600-h/Camping+triton+14+weeks+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438495342933970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueKb0jt9I/AAAAAAAABDQ/4XX_kGQfheA/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was "the shot" of the trip. I think Alissa looks gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueKsTI9hI/AAAAAAAABDY/9MOMKatKenA/s1600-h/Camping+triton+14+weeks+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438499766171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueKsTI9hI/AAAAAAAABDY/9MOMKatKenA/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Monday after Jonathan took a dirt bath.. it was HOT outside so we let him roam around in just a diaper for a bit.. notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; dirty buns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueLA3ZNVI/AAAAAAAABDg/r3ySfXIjy5s/s1600-h/Camping+triton+14+weeks+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438505286939986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueLA3ZNVI/AAAAAAAABDg/r3ySfXIjy5s/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were lucky and found some abandoned firewood at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; campsite. Jonathan guarded it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueLfIShlI/AAAAAAAABDo/P6sQedvdAbE/s1600-h/Camping+triton+14+weeks+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438513410868818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueLfIShlI/AAAAAAAABDo/P6sQedvdAbE/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both dogs were exhausted from the trip and all the walking. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218440098708482722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGufnw0saqI/AAAAAAAABDw/W1HVxdwKAkE/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Monday morning we all headed out to get some fish. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218440104526178962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGufoGfvapI/AAAAAAAABD4/84s59Wvdoqc/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa pulled in the first one all by herself!! It was so great to see the look on her face. And don't knock those little kids poles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; did just fine for Alissa! Notice they are sitting on a log out over the water?? That made me a little nervous, but Matt is a good catch and luckily Alissa sat still. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I have a confession.. this picture is not of the first fish.. it is the second. I was a bad mommy and forgot the camera on our first trip -- and by the time I got the camera out.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218440111162124530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGufofN36PI/AAAAAAAABEA/z3Iwacuw5wQ/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this was all that was left of fish #1. It was great because Matt was gutting the fish on the table and had his head cut off when Jonathan wandered over and took a peek. And what does a little almost 2 year old boy say at this grizzly sight?? "Fish broken Daddy". We all had a good laugh out of that one. Yep Jon, it sure was broken wasn't it?? Alissa ate her first fish all by herself -- all of it. The second fish was the same story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218440115621163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGufov0_cSI/AAAAAAAABEI/mcj9Clw5uAU/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Papa (my dad her grandpa) came along with us for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camp out&lt;/span&gt; and the poor guy was having no luck catching any fish. And Alissa just wasn't in the mood to share :) Luckily our last day camping (Tuesday) Papa and Daddy went to Detroit Dam early in the morning while we slept in and he caught two fish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218440122089017874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGufpH7DEhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/i4vCLzvQhUI/s400/Camping+triton+14+weeks+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alissa wanted fish for breakfast so she ate one of them and Papa enjoyed the other. Nothing like pancakes, bacon, and.. well.. fish in the morning. Tuesday afternoon we packed up camp and headed to Detroit lake where the dogs and kids took a bath in the lake and we had a picnic and fed the ducks. It was a beautiful day and we had a blast... and I had my camera packed up deep in the van. Shame on me. We headed home and everyone hit the showers. And then we sighed a big happy sigh and snuggled into bed. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-4539925324374045391?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4539925324374045391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4539925324374045391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4539925324374045391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4539925324374045391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping_02.html' title='Camping!!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGueJ7Rp4YI/AAAAAAAABDI/cYClzdGyk7k/s72-c/Camping+triton+14+weeks+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1806381907788511379</id><published>2008-06-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:56:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh summer..finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGMR9IkDkdI/AAAAAAAABC0/xHDDt6pAIEQ/s1600-h/Triton+video+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216032535393571282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGMR9IkDkdI/AAAAAAAABC0/xHDDt6pAIEQ/s400/Triton+video+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa finally got to play in her pool.. and such a large pool it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.. she keeps asking where her "BIG" pool went.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.. the dump. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt; plastic inflatable pools just don't last more than one summer. And this hard plastic one was the biggest I could fit in the van :) She had fun anyway while her brother took a nap. Her favorite thing is to splash Zena.. it's Zena's favorite thing too. Triton acted like he wanted nothing to do with the pool.. until we went inside. Then I hear splashing and playing and caught him on video -- I'll post that to his blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGMR9gqCITI/AAAAAAAABC8/B5-P0oH--mo/s1600-h/Triton+video+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216032541861093682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGMR9gqCITI/AAAAAAAABC8/B5-P0oH--mo/s400/Triton+video+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to AC Gilbert house this morning and had a blast -- came home and put Jon down for a nap.. then made some yummy chocolate chip cookies -- tried the "raw" sugar and didn't turn out too bad.. then we played in the pool. Picked up Bethany for a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and spent some time at her house with water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grenades&lt;/span&gt; before heading back home to make Alissa's requested dinner - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;! She wolfed down a ton of it and was off to bed. And now here I am trying to get back up to date with this thing :) Nothing new really.. Jonathan talks more every day. Alissa was a bit defiant today and tested mommy.. okay a LOT defiant..sigh.. some days I wonder if I will retain my sanity. I did. Barely. She is so much like her daddy it is scary at times. Luckily I love them both. Anyhow.. I'm off to watch Jumper (s?). Fun days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1806381907788511379?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1806381907788511379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1806381907788511379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1806381907788511379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1806381907788511379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahh-summerfinally.html' title='Ahh summer..finally'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SGMR9IkDkdI/AAAAAAAABC0/xHDDt6pAIEQ/s72-c/Triton+video+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8903190860608308684</id><published>2008-06-18T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:12:29.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGDtyeJTI/AAAAAAAABAk/TU2WiHgma0M/s1600-h/First+haircut+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213345442047075634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGDtyeJTI/AAAAAAAABAk/TU2WiHgma0M/s400/First+haircut+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGEDywnFI/AAAAAAAABAs/sdoMdFl4u1w/s1600-h/First+haircut+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213345447953865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGEDywnFI/AAAAAAAABAs/sdoMdFl4u1w/s400/First+haircut+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGEvB9PqI/AAAAAAAABA0/7ZvNLWJaQDo/s1600-h/First+haircut+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213345459560332962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGEvB9PqI/AAAAAAAABA0/7ZvNLWJaQDo/s400/First+haircut+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to The Red Door Salon and Lisa (my hair stylist) cut his hair. Here he is upon first arrival..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGE6zEt4I/AAAAAAAABA8/mWGI8ZD1LsE/s1600-h/First+haircut+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213345462719133570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGE6zEt4I/AAAAAAAABA8/mWGI8ZD1LsE/s400/First+haircut+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then he decided haircuts were for the birds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGFL3tonI/AAAAAAAABBE/amEgOPqSSfc/s1600-h/First+haircut+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213345467301995122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGFL3tonI/AAAAAAAABBE/amEgOPqSSfc/s400/First+haircut+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I scooped him up and he sat in my lap facing me for the rest of the cut. He was a happy camper (of course the blue sucker helped a bit). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213347310694835474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmHwfC0JRI/AAAAAAAABBU/VQVr9_D4xp0/s400/First+haircut+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213347317582436242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmHw4s8l5I/AAAAAAAABBc/m8eKHuYAtro/s400/first+haircut+pt+2+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213347330924903378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmHxqaCe9I/AAAAAAAABBk/cavw-kmnF9s/s400/first+haircut+pt+2+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213347334128846514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmHx2V6xrI/AAAAAAAABBs/nv5ooSck2TY/s400/first+haircut+pt+2+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My boy looks so much older now.. and so very handsome. In my never to be humble opinion ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8903190860608308684?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8903190860608308684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8903190860608308684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8903190860608308684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8903190860608308684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFmGDtyeJTI/AAAAAAAABAk/TU2WiHgma0M/s72-c/First+haircut+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8469195200253848999</id><published>2008-06-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:00:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the motivated post...</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that there was some confusion as to where my link was in the post -- it was the word MOTIVATED.. or just click here: &lt;a href="http://www.icechamber.com/videos/mgcomeback1.html"&gt;http://www.icechamber.com/videos/mgcomeback1.html&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;This chic is my new hero, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8469195200253848999?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8469195200253848999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8469195200253848999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8469195200253848999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8469195200253848999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-motivated-post.html' title='About the motivated post...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-756222438197095604</id><published>2008-06-11T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:13:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A camping we will go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFA-PRKAQEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Kk7d2MeNvRk/s1600-h/06.10.08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733200891985986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFA-PRKAQEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Kk7d2MeNvRk/s400/06.10.08+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not much new around here.. I work every weekend for four hours each day, not too bad!! Just found out Matt gets a much needed break from work and academy and gets vacation the first part of July, so we are planning a family vacation/camp out. It should be fun with two kids and two dogs!! :) Jonathan has a new trick -- he likes to climb into his highchair all by himself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. speaking of climbing.. he climbs EVERYTHING. Drives me bonkers, but it has to be by himself too, no hand holding. Such a boy.. I'm used to my Ali who still insists we hold hands :) Kind of pitiful but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I have for updates.. no swimming now, no school.. we are free birds. Kind of nice. We all slept till 9 today, just because we could. All is well in the Davis household. Oh, here is a picture of Jon when I told him, "Say cheese" : &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFA-QEiJiVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/oK--kfQThCI/s1600-h/06.10.08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210733214683466066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFA-QEiJiVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/oK--kfQThCI/s400/06.10.08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-756222438197095604?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/756222438197095604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=756222438197095604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/756222438197095604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/756222438197095604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-we-will-go.html' title='A camping we will go..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SFA-PRKAQEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Kk7d2MeNvRk/s72-c/06.10.08+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3054444960907659266</id><published>2008-06-07T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:15:36.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.. I'm going to work out tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;a href="http://www.icechamber.com/videos/mgcomeback1.html"&gt;MOTIVATED&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Want to be motivated?? Check her out. WOW. She is like ROCKY, for mom's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3054444960907659266?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3054444960907659266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3054444960907659266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3054444960907659266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3054444960907659266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-im-going-to-work-out-tomorrow.html' title='OMG.. I&apos;m going to work out tomorrow.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-480564118826734169</id><published>2008-06-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:48:51.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after puppy..</title><content type='html'>Oh boy has it been busy. Triton weighed in an 22# when I brought him home last week.. today he was 30#, I weighed him three times because I couldn't believe it. Holy cow he is growing fast!! The kids adore him and he is a little character. I have been having fun taking his picture and posting them all over his blog :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207511077658631810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SETLvAvBHoI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X1Y5os1yy0A/s400/TritonDay4+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Matt is doing well in academy, not his favorite thing but he will get through it. 15 more weeks to go!! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207511089880513106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SETLvuQ8OlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MMUUvZKQrbg/s400/TritonDay4+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am scheduled to work every weekend the next few months, I love my job! &lt;br /&gt;Jonathan discovered a deep love of giant strawberries yesterday.. since then he has consumed more than I care to think about -- glad he isn't allergic!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. Really nothing else to report.. I'll try to take a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of the kids for the blog, poor Triton has been my subject this week :) I'll check back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-480564118826734169?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/480564118826734169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=480564118826734169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/480564118826734169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/480564118826734169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-after-puppy.html' title='Life after puppy..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SETLvAvBHoI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X1Y5os1yy0A/s72-c/TritonDay4+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4383858436203676879</id><published>2008-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:23:01.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of preschool...</title><content type='html'>I have been seriously neglecting this blog!! Yikes. It has been busy with Triton home now, you can check his blog for more on that. It's a good thing I started a separate one or you would be bombarded with pictures of him here!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Alissa's last day of school and we had a BBQ. It was lots of fun and I will miss that school, but Creative Discoveries will be a much better fit. Found out that Jonathan will be in the Toddler Time class with me on Monday's while Ali is across the hall in preschool. So that means every Monday I will be across the hall from her in school and then 3-4 days a month in the classroom with her. I love that it is so parent involved!! Can't wait!! Oh, the best part is that the Toddler Time class is normally $100 per session (10 weeks I think) but they are waiving Jon's tuition because I am going to interpret for a deaf family that will be in class with us. That will be perfect because I can practice my ASL and Jon gets free class -- what could be better?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt started academy Monday and it is going to be a long 16 weeks for him. He gets there at 6am and hasn't been getting home until 8. Very busy guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my weekend job with Nutro -- that has been a ton of fun. I get to meet new people and pets and spend 4 hours in the grown up world while the kiddos hang with Matt or grandma. Very nice indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think that is all for now. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206021532733997810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SD-BAFelAvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_-U1vT8KTtc/s400/Triton+Day+5+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-4383858436203676879?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4383858436203676879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4383858436203676879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4383858436203676879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4383858436203676879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-preschool.html' title='Last day of preschool...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SD-BAFelAvI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_-U1vT8KTtc/s72-c/Triton+Day+5+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8832837371431226040</id><published>2008-05-23T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:21:02.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triton is coming!!</title><content type='html'>Oh so much to blog about and so so little time. We have been busy preparing for Triton's homecoming -- this dog is going to eat better then we are ;) He will be getting vitamin c, sea meal, flax oil, and yucca supplements. It helps that I started my job with Nutro and got a ton of free dog and cat food!! :) I will just be working on the weekends for 4 hours at a time. I am excited to make some money and the kids are excited to spend some quality time with daddy and/or grandma. So far I have had my basic training and I just need to do my shadowing and then I am on my own! What a fun job, I get to meet pets and talk with owners about nutrition. Fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Matt and I bought a car yesterday and ditched the truck *FINALLY*!! We now have a 2001 Honda Civic and LOVE IT! Awesome gas mileage and overall great car.. sure beats the 81' Honda Civic.. hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see a recent picture of Triton check out his blog -- tomorrow I should have new pictures from HOME!! YIPPEE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll check back in soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime.. sibling love.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203732568568299874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDdfM1elAWI/AAAAAAAAA48/dWFbA5y5Ydw/s400/Wright+Stuff+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8832837371431226040?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8832837371431226040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8832837371431226040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8832837371431226040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8832837371431226040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/triton-is-coming.html' title='Triton is coming!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDdfM1elAWI/AAAAAAAAA48/dWFbA5y5Ydw/s72-c/Wright+Stuff+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5989335348512432319</id><published>2008-05-19T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:42:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors...CONTINUED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so where was I?? Oh yes..the park.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqy9ZsTzI/AAAAAAAAA10/NnABfUCCclg/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202337943274671922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqy9ZsTzI/AAAAAAAAA10/NnABfUCCclg/s400/Wright+Stuff+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day it was on to Enchanted Forest where the kids had a BLAST (And so did I, so much so I didn't get very many pictures..) Here they are in the witches mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqzdZsT0I/AAAAAAAAA18/ZBvT_XYfLwo/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202337951864606530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqzdZsT0I/AAAAAAAAA18/ZBvT_XYfLwo/s400/Wright+Stuff+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt took care of the shooting, Alissa dictated what was to be shot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqztZsT1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/YwcLCuwAbns/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202337956159573842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqztZsT1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/YwcLCuwAbns/s400/Wright+Stuff+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls rode all the rides together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJq0NZsT2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/UDFqGjugW1U/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202337964749508450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJq0NZsT2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/UDFqGjugW1U/s400/Wright+Stuff+176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little frogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJq0dZsT3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/bvcFwFFwsq0/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202337969044475762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJq0dZsT3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/bvcFwFFwsq0/s400/Wright+Stuff+208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the group huddled around the train set.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202339583952179074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJsSdZsT4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/E4o_vL38qqo/s400/Wright+Stuff+221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our next outing was THE BEACH! :) This is what the ride up looked like.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202339588247146386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJsStZsT5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/87jCsuEE2kE/s400/Wright+stuff2+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On the way to the beach we stopped at the pony rides -- the kids were thrilled!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Alissa riding "Sunny" her favorite -- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202339592542113698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJsS9ZsT6I/AAAAAAAAA2s/kNUgGoD2fTY/s400/Wright+stuff2+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Hailey rode "Blizzard" --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202339596837081010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJsTNZsT7I/AAAAAAAAA20/DSke0CAiY04/s400/Wright+stuff2+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And we were all pleasantly surprised to learn they had a horse for big kids.. meet "Raven":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202339601132048322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJsTdZsT8I/AAAAAAAAA28/TyqyKktSLf8/s400/Wright+stuff2+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the horses we continued on to the beach and our first stop was lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crawdaddy's&lt;/span&gt; where I tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alligator&lt;/span&gt; on a stick (seriously) and we had a great time. Here is Hailey eating a lemon -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202341787270402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJuStZsT9I/AAAAAAAAA3E/_fCNNErwm6I/s400/Wright+stuff2+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Mommy talked Jon into a sample also -- &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202341791565369314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJuS9ZsT-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/EYZUxuxD05k/s400/Wright+stuff2+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After lunch we headed to the beach at Mo's so the kids could play in the sand and get wet.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202341795860336626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJuTNZsT_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/FII8yVvKCwA/s400/Wright+stuff2+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and they got wet and had a blast doing it.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202341800155303938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJuTdZsUAI/AAAAAAAAA3c/v3gfOoRJg3U/s400/Wright+stuff2+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the beach we headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; where we pitched a princess tent in the living room for the girls to have their first ever sleep over.. there were lots of giggles and not much sleeping, worth every minute! Here they are in their tent watching Little Mermaid... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202341800155303954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJuTdZsUBI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WYaYUKg6ik8/s400/Wright+stuff2+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next outing was the carousel.. and as luck would have it -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Billy bob&lt;/span&gt; Clinton decided it would be a good time to show up with his daughter Chelsea to talk about his scary wife -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, no thanks. We decided to leave pretty quick, it was a frightening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; of zombies to say the least. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202350252650942642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJ1_dZsULI/AAAAAAAAA40/wVqjtM-7_m0/s400/Wright+stuff2+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the carousel fiasco we headed to Jeanne's house for PIZZA! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Padington's&lt;/span&gt; of course!) While waiting for the pizza Laura played some piano for us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202344664898490418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJw6NZsUDI/AAAAAAAAA30/zYQTdzmt_o8/s400/Wright+stuff2+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After lunch the boys fell asleep at Jeanne's and she was nice enough to watch all four kids for us so we could go wine tasting. We ended up going to Willamette Vineyards and it was AWESOME!! The wine server (Richard not Robert..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) was the best! Not only did he comp our wine tasting, it turned out he was a pediatrician in the military too, what a strange coincidence!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202344669193457730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJw6dZsUEI/AAAAAAAAA38/555QhO_694U/s400/Wright+stuff2+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After tasting some wine we got some yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gouda&lt;/span&gt; cheese, chocolates, and a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Riesling&lt;/span&gt; and sat out on the patio to relax and enjoy the view -- here was our spread: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202344673488425042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJw6tZsUFI/AAAAAAAAA4E/cTrmXkhJGnM/s400/Wright+stuff2+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As we left I captured Laura getting a picture of the winery ;) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202344682078359650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJw7NZsUGI/AAAAAAAAA4M/noOuVsd84u0/s400/Wright+stuff2+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we returned we found all the kids happy and healthy.. and Jeanne wasn't frazzled at all -- can you tell by the look on her face? Nah.. no problem. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348349980430450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJ0QtZsUHI/AAAAAAAAA4U/sb6zjs0ZGxI/s400/Wright+stuff2+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And now I reach the end of a very fun, but way too short week. And to sum things up -- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plane tickets to Oregon.. $&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XXXX&lt;/span&gt; (I don't want to know) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trip to Enchanted Forest $&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;XXXX&lt;/span&gt; (You don't want to know) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;New friendships... Priceless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348375750234274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJ0SNZsUKI/AAAAAAAAA4s/_rebxLB3MC4/s400/Wright+Stuff+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348367160299666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJ0RtZsUJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/q2XMVm0qqAM/s400/Wright+stuff2+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348362865332354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJ0RdZsUII/AAAAAAAAA4c/NScwq7pdkXg/s400/Wright+stuff2+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We will sure miss you guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5989335348512432319?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5989335348512432319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5989335348512432319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5989335348512432319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5989335348512432319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/visitorscontinued.html' title='Visitors...CONTINUED'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDJqy9ZsTzI/AAAAAAAAA10/NnABfUCCclg/s72-c/Wright+Stuff+122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8678566699541895040</id><published>2008-05-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:43:36.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors..</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy last week. Matt's cousin Heath and his wife Laura and two kids Hailey and Drew came to visit. It has been so much fun hanging out together and getting to know them in person finally :). They will be leaving this Tuesday and it is going to be so hard to see them go. Alissa is struggling to under stand why "her" Hailey can't stay here and play with her "always". This is the first girl friend Alissa has ever had who will play worms with her -- what could be better?? :) As for me, I have found a great friend in Laura and I am going to really miss being able to hang out with her. It is a rare and beautiful thing when you find someone you "click" with right away and I am so glad to know her.. just hard that we live so far apart. Hopefully her family will someday live closer (even if only for a few years).. until then I look forward to our next visit! Matt was disappointed that he couldn't spend more time with them, but he enjoyed the days we were able to get together.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love Hailey and Drew -- what awesome kids!! We had a ton of fun playing, cooking, and seeing the sights of Salem :) On to some photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first day that the kids got to play together -- this is GG's back yard where the kids played for hours with dirt.. making mud pies and who knows what else :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv59ZsTdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/hMi7GgzCAvc/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202823603539410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv59ZsTdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/hMi7GgzCAvc/s400/Wright+Stuff+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meanwhile, the adults played a few rounds of Hillbilly Golf.. Heath and Laura (who swore they had never played before) whooped us miserably, but we took it well.. beginners luck..pfft ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv6tZsTeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/hHgGnw6w6uY/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202836488441314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv6tZsTeI/AAAAAAAAAzM/hHgGnw6w6uY/s400/Wright+Stuff+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GG's patio was a very popular place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv7NZsTfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/V6LfUwc_SZM/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202845078375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv7NZsTfI/AAAAAAAAAzU/V6LfUwc_SZM/s400/Wright+Stuff+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we took the kids to AC Gilbert house where they had a blast going from house to house, room to room, and playing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv79ZsTgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/HYWUb_zOENY/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202857963277826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv79ZsTgI/AAAAAAAAAzc/HYWUb_zOENY/s400/Wright+Stuff+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heath and Hailey got creative with a houla-hoop while Laura and I snapped pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv89ZsThI/AAAAAAAAAzk/hbMC_1chDqo/s1600-h/Wright+Stuff+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202875143147026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv89ZsThI/AAAAAAAAAzk/hbMC_1chDqo/s400/Wright+Stuff+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys thought the ball pit/giant stomach was the best.. both were reluctant to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202207419218546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH0FdZsTiI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ieth-0MhqoY/s400/Wright+Stuff+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alissa adopted Laura as her very own slide buddy and had a blast going down the giant slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202207423513513522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH0FtZsTjI/AAAAAAAAAz0/mQILcbxxCw0/s400/Wright+Stuff+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then we have the picture of the day -- the kids put on a play for us in the castle.. Alissa was the princess, Hailey was the prince, Drew the dragon, and Jon.. well, Jon was Jon :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202207432103448130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH0GNZsTkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/TTYBhlNBAW0/s400/Wright+Stuff+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next afternoon the girls all got dressed up and headed to a tea party. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202211430718000770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH3u9ZsToI/AAAAAAAAA0c/huX_AWM0RBA/s400/Wright+Stuff+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We arrived at the tea house at 2:55 to a CLOSED sign.. GASP.. I ran to the door to find out they close at 3pm and I begged and pleaded to be allowed in.. the ladies were kind enough to accomidate our late group and it was wonderful!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202207436398415442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH0GdZsTlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/eghjXAVmK00/s400/Wright+Stuff+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hailey wanted me to put a fresh flower in her hair from one of the plates, and this is one of my favorite pictures of her from the trip. Such a beautiful girl.. and to all those Oregonians -- jealous of that tan?!?! I sure was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202207444988350050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH0G9ZsTmI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Vnqyw9Bie4s/s400/Wright+Stuff+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This picture chokes me up a bit.. I'm a bit of a softy :) No commentary needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202211426423033458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH3utZsTnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/oG3-hqPsE_g/s400/Wright+Stuff+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our tea party we went to the park in Dallas -- lovely park. Alissa had a ladybug on her shoulder in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202211443602902674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH3vtZsTpI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XAxkoBzhMEA/s400/Wright+Stuff+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is a great shot of Ali and GG.. she sure loves her GG! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202211452192837282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH3wNZsTqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RHit7u0IQBQ/s400/Wright+Stuff+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is another favorite of mine.. I have quite a few :) Boys versus girls on the teeter-totter, guess who won?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202211460782771890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDH3wtZsTrI/AAAAAAAAA00/t2bibQpOIwQ/s400/Wright+Stuff+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is having heart failure at the moment so.. 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title='Visitors..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SDHv59ZsTdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/hMi7GgzCAvc/s72-c/Wright+Stuff+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3435897106388509907</id><published>2008-05-16T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:42:59.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law enforcement week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczc3LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvajU3L21haWFuZGkzMC8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1jb21wcmVzc2VkZXZlbnRzaW1hZ2V0d29qcGcuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="police week" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j57/maiandi30/compressedeventsimagetwojpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* More than 14,250 law enforcement officers have been killed in the line of duty in the 20th Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PXVudGl0bGVkMTAtMS5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/untitled10-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The deadliest decade ever for law enforcement was the 1970's, when an average of 222 officers made the ultimate sacrifice each year, including a record 271 officers killed in 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PXVudGl0bGVkMTgtMS5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/untitled18-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The average age of the officers killed last century was 38 and the average length of service was about eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PTEwODQ1NTU4NTA1OTVfMS5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/1084555850595_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shootings accounted for about half of all police fatalities during the past century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PTEwODQ1NTU4ODEwOTlfMy5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/1084555881099_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Approximately 500 officers were killed in multiple police death incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PTExMTYxOTU5MDMxMjFfU3VuZGF5Qi5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/1116195903121_SundayB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* With 50 police deaths, September 11, 2001 was the deadliest day in law enforcement history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PUFDRjNDMDAuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/ACF3C00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PUJ1dGxlcl9WYWxvckhvcGUuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/Butler_ValorHope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczU2LnBob3RvYnVja2V0LmNvbS9hbGJ1bXMvZzE2Mi9Lcml0dDE2Lz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PVBvY2Nlc2NoaV9Qb2xpY2VVbml0eVRvdXIuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g162/Kritt16/Pocceschi_PoliceUnityTour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o170/davidv438/markpictures039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Officer&lt;br /&gt;I have been where you fear to be,&lt;br /&gt;I have seen what you fear to see,&lt;br /&gt;I have done what you fear to do,&lt;br /&gt;All these thing s I have done for you.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person you lean upon&lt;br /&gt;The one you cast your scorn upon&lt;br /&gt;The one you bring your troubles to&lt;br /&gt;All these people I have been for you.&lt;br /&gt;The one you ask to stand apart&lt;br /&gt;The one you think should have no heart&lt;br /&gt;The one you all the officer in blue,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a person, just like you.&lt;br /&gt;And through the years I have come to see,&lt;br /&gt;That I am not always what you ask of me&lt;br /&gt;So take this badge...take this gun...&lt;br /&gt;Will you take it..? Will anyone?&lt;br /&gt;And when you watch a person die&lt;br /&gt;And hear a battered baby cry&lt;br /&gt;Then do you think that you could be&lt;br /&gt;All these things you ask of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**(In honor of Deputy Fredinburg.. On watch from Heaven)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczEwMi5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL204OC9HYWdlR2F0bHluLz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PXBvbGljZXdlZWsuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o170/davidv438/markpictures018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczEzNi5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL3ExOTEvdGNvamFiMjUwLz9hY3Rpb249dmlldyZjdXJyZW50PTEwMF8wMDc1LTEuanBn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="police memorial week" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q191/tcojab250/100_0075-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vczE2MC5waG90b2J1Y2tldC5jb20vYWxidW1zL3QxNjgvbGZsb3dlcnMzNjcvVHJhdmVscyUyME92ZXIlMjBUaGUlMjBZZWFycy8/YWN0aW9uPXZpZXcmY3VycmVudD1QaWN0dXJlMTI1OS5qcGc=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Police Week 2005" 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href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3435897106388509907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3435897106388509907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3435897106388509907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3435897106388509907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/law-enforcement-week.html' title='Law enforcement week...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t168/lflowers367/Travels%20Over%20The%20Years/th_Picture1259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4638130548514153262</id><published>2008-05-11T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:27:28.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is being a Mommy?</title><content type='html'>Being a Mommy means being silly together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckgNZsTSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/C3tPN6XsEl0/s1600-h/IMG_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199164430594362658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckgNZsTSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/C3tPN6XsEl0/s400/IMG_4734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It means having fun and smiling, even when Mommy makes you put stuff on your face.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckg9ZsTTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/bSgxPbxUMVA/s1600-h/IMG_4776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199164443479264562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckg9ZsTTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/bSgxPbxUMVA/s400/IMG_4776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It means watching siblings get to know and love one another... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckhNZsTUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/X3gwbjE1Ylo/s1600-h/IMG_5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199164447774231874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckhNZsTUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/X3gwbjE1Ylo/s400/IMG_5053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It means watching them grow even when you might not be quite ready for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckhdZsTVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/EiLJZQyheIQ/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199164452069199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckhdZsTVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/EiLJZQyheIQ/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It means watching first steps... and praying they don't fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-542805480e8c708b" 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" 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href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-being-mommy.html' title='What is being a Mommy?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SCckgNZsTSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/C3tPN6XsEl0/s72-c/IMG_4734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5632960808072758707</id><published>2008-05-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:15:04.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We went to a Sesame Street Live yesterday and had a blast!! :) It was a pretty late show (Started at 7 ended about 8:45) but luckily our kiddos usually don't go to bed until 9 (ok ok or 10) anyhow. Here is a quick video "free sample" as Ali would call it, to give you an idea of the show. It was very well done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ddb350fb8c981ec" 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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ddb350fb8c981ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60EE77BD37E2194E7E131938D25C34A550900058.5345A86BD1D4EC1F4E5090684B363F81E93D080%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ddb350fb8c981ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGiLORf2KDy4dBPFc0w2-XEl_2Jo&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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ddb350fb8c981ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936091%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60EE77BD37E2194E7E131938D25C34A550900058.5345A86BD1D4EC1F4E5090684B363F81E93D080%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ddb350fb8c981ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGiLORf2KDy4dBPFc0w2-XEl_2Jo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When we walked by the overpriced souvenir table Jonathan started going bonkers.. he saw a ball. Sigh.. he really wanted this ball. It's equivalent to any lady walking by a jewelry store and seeing a beautiful diamond ring, seriously he loves them that much. Speaking of diamonds, I'm wondering if they hid a diamond in the middle of this cute little plush ball.. if not they should have for the price we paid for it. During intermission a man walked into the coliseum with a HUGE bunch of Elmo head helium balloons and Alissa promptly went crazy "Mommy I want a balloon!!" Hmm.. ok, I think.. how much could they possibly charge for a balloon? I take Alissa and we wait in line for the Elmo head. We start to get closer to the balloons and I clutch a five dollar bill in my hand figuring, surely they can't charge more then THAT, right? HA! A lady walked by and I politely asked her how much she paid for her lovely balloon.. $8!!!! What!? When my heart resumed it's normal rhythm I got down on m knees and had a little talk with Alissa hoping she would "See the light". I said something to the effect of, "Alissa, we can get you this balloon that you really want.. but it will only last a short time and then it will no longer float and it will be all gone. Or.. we can go out to the souvenir table and you can pick something that will last FOREVER!! (Ouuus and aawws inserted here)." Thank goodness my daughter has some what of a grasp on forever and she took the bait. We happily skipped off to the souvenir table to see what they had. Alissa looks at the goodies and says, "Mommy I want that stuffed Elmo!!" *Cough* You mean the stuffed Elmo I could buy at WalMart for $5 that they want $25 for?!?! AAHH!! .. but wait .. they have a cool spinning Elmo that lights up for a mere $15.. this is MUCH more neat because it SPINS!! Right?! Right?! Luckily she agreed. I apologize I always ramble a bit while waiting for these videos to load. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news.. why am I sitting here blogging instead of picking up my long awaited puppy?? Sigh.. see Triton's blog for an explanation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5632960808072758707?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ddb350fb8c981ec&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5632960808072758707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5632960808072758707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5632960808072758707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5632960808072758707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/elmo.html' title='Elmo!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-4072636746407876256</id><published>2008-05-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:10:02.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this blog --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://daisiesareagirlsbestfriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;"This Girl's Pilgrimage"&lt;/a&gt; is having a Mother's Day giveaway on her blog! She is giving away two beautiful pairs of earrings. All you have to do it share a fond memory of your mom to be entered. :) Fun fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-4072636746407876256?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/4072636746407876256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=4072636746407876256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4072636746407876256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/4072636746407876256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-this-blog.html' title='Check out this blog --'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-3047816358786145441</id><published>2008-05-08T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:35:47.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update..</title><content type='html'>I just dropped off Alissa at preschool and I am going back to meet with her at 10:30 for "Mommy Day"! I was told Alissa might have made me a surprise :) I thought I would take this time while Matt is playing basketball with Jon in the backyard to update this thing.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;So Alissa's first and second swim class were AWESOME! They are practicing holding their breath under water, swimming by themselves holding a body board both on their back and front, their "big kid" arm strokes.. and much more! Talk about kicking it up a notch, she is doing great and loves her new "boy" teacher. He is really great with the kids and you can tell they adore him (he is probably in his late teens, although I am a terrible judge of age I just know he is much younger than I am). There are five kids in the class so he has his hands full.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan is just talking up a storm now.. understands everything.. and is really just a little boy now, where did my baby go?? He has crossed the line on obsession with basketball and I am wondering how I will possibly be able to wait until his birthday to get him his own basketball hoop.. hmm.. we will see.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we are picking up our new family member so I have been busy puppy-proofing the house. Luckily we will have an X-Pen so he will be confined when we are not home and can't eat the walls like some OTHER dog I know.. a-hem. Live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;Alissa is getting VERY anxious to play with Hailey!! We went to GG's yesterday and got some shopping done to prepare for company and I can't tell you how many times Alissa said, "Mommy, when will that girl Hailey be here? She's four right? Is she coming now? When when when?" Something to that effect. She filled up a little toy box with her favorite toys for Hailey and her to play with and brought it to GG's house. Too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-3047816358786145441?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/3047816358786145441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=3047816358786145441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3047816358786145441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/3047816358786145441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick update..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-2577744978185431011</id><published>2008-05-05T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:52:38.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triton's blog --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lifecycleofamastiff.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifecycleofamastiff.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-2577744978185431011?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/2577744978185431011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=2577744978185431011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2577744978185431011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/2577744978185431011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/tritons-blog.html' title='Triton&apos;s blog --'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-544171652971121043</id><published>2008-05-05T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:36:43.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alissa starts big girl swim class! :) Pretty exciting. She tells everyone she will be swimming with big kids today. Alissa also asks everyday now, "When is Hailey coming mommy? She is 4 right?" Something to that effect, she LOVES new friends and can't wait till her cousin comes to visit - -she thinks it is even more cool that Hailey has a little brother like she does. Too fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as Jon goes, I swore cold season was over.. guess I was wrong. He has a nasty cough and runny nose.. at least he should be all better by the time we have visitors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we pick up Triton.. in fact right now I am going to create a Triton blog, I will let you know the link when I have it up and running. There have been some interesting developments with him, but I will post it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, a small miracle has been occuring recently -- SUN! :) Hope it sticks around. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SB99pCOGonI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/PQnZ2zReC_4/s1600-h/Swimming+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197010638932976242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SB99pCOGonI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/PQnZ2zReC_4/s400/Swimming+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SB99piOGooI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qu5a0CvvaTw/s1600-h/Swimming+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197010647522910850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SB99piOGooI/AAAAAAAAAwY/qu5a0CvvaTw/s400/Swimming+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-544171652971121043?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/544171652971121043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=544171652971121043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/544171652971121043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/544171652971121043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SB99pCOGonI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/PQnZ2zReC_4/s72-c/Swimming+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8789113500177562659</id><published>2008-05-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:43:52.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a fish!</title><content type='html'>Alissa graduated this week from her swimming class. I thought she would repeat the little kids class.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.. teacher says to bump her to level 2. Now, this all sounds great.. but I'm not sure I am ready for this. She would be swimming with kids 5-6 years old and REALLY swimming. Sigh.. I must let go and not baby her.. so I signed her up. Starting Mat 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; she is in the big leagues. :) Here she is in her last class: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBqbtSOGogI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jzy8W9i15Ug/s1600-h/Swimming+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195636322412700162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBqbtSOGogI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jzy8W9i15Ug/s400/Swimming+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBqbtyOGohI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HNGRMWXtHKQ/s1600-h/Swimming+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195636331002634770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBqbtyOGohI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HNGRMWXtHKQ/s400/Swimming+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have some video but no time to wait for it to upload tonight.&lt;br /&gt;On the puppy thing.. the saga continues.. Triton is showing signs of being shy in new circumstances and the breeder is asking us to remain open minded and possibly get the fawn boy..sigh.. What next?? We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8789113500177562659?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8789113500177562659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8789113500177562659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8789113500177562659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8789113500177562659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-fish.html' title='She&apos;s a fish!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBqbtSOGogI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jzy8W9i15Ug/s72-c/Swimming+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-1134756018540831329</id><published>2008-04-27T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:26:19.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triton..again 5 weeks</title><content type='html'>Someone suggested I show Triton with someone to get an idea of how big he is. Here he is with the breeder's daughter.. I think she is 6 or 7? Not sure.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBT9ciOGoNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Bni7udGXFQY/s1600-h/poor_trion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194054936929149138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBT9ciOGoNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Bni7udGXFQY/s400/poor_trion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBT9ciOGoOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/p9A1kj4AZVM/s1600-h/poor_triton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194054936929149154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBT9ciOGoOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/p9A1kj4AZVM/s400/poor_triton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-1134756018540831329?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/1134756018540831329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=1134756018540831329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1134756018540831329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/1134756018540831329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/tritonagain-5-weeks.html' title='Triton..again 5 weeks'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBT9ciOGoNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Bni7udGXFQY/s72-c/poor_trion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7299827416835908105</id><published>2008-04-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:51:39.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triton -- 5 weeks</title><content type='html'>Here is our boy.. we go to pick him up May 10th!! I am sooo excited!! :) :) :) :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBOVyyOGoMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y7PTKOPUg5w/s1600-h/Triton_5_weeks_001_(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193659494995239106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBOVyyOGoMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y7PTKOPUg5w/s400/Triton_5_weeks_001_(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7299827416835908105?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7299827416835908105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7299827416835908105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7299827416835908105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7299827416835908105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/triton-5-weeks.html' title='Triton -- 5 weeks'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBOVyyOGoMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y7PTKOPUg5w/s72-c/Triton_5_weeks_001_(15).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-7872473528521009338</id><published>2008-04-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:42:11.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess that recipe...</title><content type='html'>Hey this could be a new game show!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. NO CHEATING and scrolling to the end!! How long does it take you to figure out what Alissa made yesterday ;) Here goes... we'll start with the ingredients..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl1iOGn_I/AAAAAAAAArI/r2wO-D3-WZA/s1600-h/Playdoh+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832709495791602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl1iOGn_I/AAAAAAAAArI/r2wO-D3-WZA/s400/Playdoh+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we add 1 cup of flour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl2yOGoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/FxL81nrtEQg/s1600-h/Playdoh+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832730970628098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl2yOGoAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/FxL81nrtEQg/s400/Playdoh+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then add 1/2 cup of salt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl4COGoBI/AAAAAAAAArY/Qh1LODDVQ4M/s1600-h/Playdoh+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832752445464594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl4COGoBI/AAAAAAAAArY/Qh1LODDVQ4M/s400/Playdoh+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next comes 2 teaspoons cream of tartar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl5SOGoCI/AAAAAAAAArg/Qf_bWt7EHVg/s1600-h/Playdoh+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832773920301090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl5SOGoCI/AAAAAAAAArg/Qf_bWt7EHVg/s400/Playdoh+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The oh so fun addition of food coloring into 1 cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl6iOGoDI/AAAAAAAAAro/sQAutRw6T38/s1600-h/Playdoh+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192832795395137586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl6iOGoDI/AAAAAAAAAro/sQAutRw6T38/s400/Playdoh+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pour the water with food coloring into the mix...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833525539577922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCmlCOGoEI/AAAAAAAAArw/SaCl0x2tDp4/s400/Playdoh+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stir all ingredients together.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833534129512530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCmliOGoFI/AAAAAAAAAr4/pxkpu7bfT4c/s400/Playdoh+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You should have guessed it by now ;) Add 1 tablespoon oil, I should say vegetable oil would work just great but we ran out so good old olive oil does the trick. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833568489250914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCmniOGoGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/RygjkqKTRy0/s400/Playdoh+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now you stir continuously over medium heat until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833581374152818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCmoSOGoHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/aFBDKPzIyTs/s400/Playdoh+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A nice blue (or whatever color you might have chosen) ball forms in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833620028858498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCmqiOGoII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dMr6K32gXO8/s400/Playdoh+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Take it out and knead it a few times and we have.. you guessed it!! Home made PLAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DOH&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192833912086634642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCm7iOGoJI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ClUg83wdb7g/s400/Playdoh+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Store in an air tight plastic container for lots and lots of fun. By the way.. if this stuff gets on your carpet it is no fun at all. I still have pink spots here and there from our last batch. Oh well, I hate me carpet anyway -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pergo&lt;/span&gt; here we come!! :) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night was also "Movie Night" at our house. About once a month everyone (including the cat, excluding the big stinky dog) climbs into bed in our room, eats popcorn, watches a movie and we have a sleep over. Here is a quick shot of the kids ready for the movie!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192837287930929330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCqACOGoLI/AAAAAAAAAso/fZhNUdXhTz8/s400/Playdoh+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alissa really looks forward to her movie night!! Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-7872473528521009338?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/7872473528521009338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=7872473528521009338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7872473528521009338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/7872473528521009338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess-that-recipe.html' title='Guess that recipe...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SBCl1iOGn_I/AAAAAAAAArI/r2wO-D3-WZA/s72-c/Playdoh+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5447227023747424747</id><published>2008-04-21T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:10:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm chocolate cake..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alissa insisted that we make a chocolate cake today.. so I thought what the heck. Here is the recipe we used: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Oil Cake&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 Cups flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 C sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C cocoa&lt;br /&gt;3/4 t. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 t. baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 t. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 C oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 t. vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 C. water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine all dry ingredients in a mixing bowl. In separate bowl combine wet. Mix wet into dry until well blended. Pour into greased and floured 9x13 pan, or 2-8" round pans, and bake at 350 for 25-30 minutes. (til toothpick comes out clean) Cool and frost as desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the frosting we tripled this recipe (we like lots of frosting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Butter Frosting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup confectioners sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 square unsweetened chocolate melted over boiling water, or 1/4 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cream butter and sugar well, add the flavoring and liquid until mixture is smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the end result.. of course, I don't know what it tastes like yet because Alissa won't let me try it until Daddy gets home because it is HIS cake. (She doesn't need to know he doesn't like cake..haha..I'm sure he will eat some for her sake).&lt;/div&gt;Putting frosting on the first layer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r6COGn5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/avND9Eox4-Q/s1600-h/Sword+and+cake+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854221456482194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r6COGn5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/avND9Eox4-Q/s400/Sword+and+cake+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both layers are frosted!! Wow.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r6yOGn6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/y2usJgh8cfA/s1600-h/Sword+and+cake+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854234341384098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r6yOGn6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/y2usJgh8cfA/s400/Sword+and+cake+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa put gingerbread man sprinkles and insisted it needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r7SOGn7I/AAAAAAAAAqs/tTzs4rBVFjI/s1600-h/Sword+and+cake+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854242931318706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r7SOGn7I/AAAAAAAAAqs/tTzs4rBVFjI/s400/Sword+and+cake+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r8COGn8I/AAAAAAAAAq0/wQuxWlz37DM/s1600-h/Sword+and+cake+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854255816220610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r8COGn8I/AAAAAAAAAq0/wQuxWlz37DM/s400/Sword+and+cake+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I threatened to try a piece before Daddy gets home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r8SOGn9I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-FrDSJfC9Ko/s1600-h/Sword+and+cake+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191854260111187922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r8SOGn9I/AAAAAAAAAq8/-FrDSJfC9Ko/s400/Sword+and+cake+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kitchen is a disaster.. I contemplated taking a picture of the aftermath but it just looks like a cocoa explosion.. we had a bit of a problem with the first frosting recipe we tried and inhaled a bit of cocoa. A-hem.. anyhow.. the second turned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; nicely!! Electric mixers and 4 year old don't always agree. We had fun and I can't wait to try it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5447227023747424747?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5447227023747424747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5447227023747424747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5447227023747424747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5447227023747424747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmm-chocolate-cake.html' title='Mmmm chocolate cake..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SA0r6COGn5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/avND9Eox4-Q/s72-c/Sword+and+cake+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5545034866215622127</id><published>2008-04-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:31:51.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates..</title><content type='html'>It has been much too long since I have done an actual update. Here goes nothing.. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAzARGHguZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/T5e0khGCl_0/s1600-h/Tulips+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191735870383765906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAzARGHguZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/T5e0khGCl_0/s400/Tulips+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alissa is still my sweet sensitive lovely little girl. She is doing ok in school although we have been battling bully issues. There is a girl named Sarah in class with a very strong personality and for some reason Alissa has been trying real hard to be friends with her.. problem is this little girl is mean. Alissa had been coming home crying saying Sarah was mean and no one would play with her so I decided to go to school with her the next day and observe. My oh my what a surprise I got there. I witnessed Alissa walk up to Sarah to play and Sarah turn her back.. what does my sweet girl say? "I love you Sarah".. the response? "I DON'T LIKE YOU". Umm.. wow. The interesting thing is I told the teacher why I was in class that day and obviously my presence made a difference because she immediately took the little girl aside and reprimanded her and explained that saying mean things was not ok. I'm pretty sure this wasn't happening before because she also had Sarah apologize to Alissa. Sigh.. you should not have to deal with people like this at 4 years old but I suppose thus is life. I was tempted to pull her out of school right then, but I didn't.. instead we talked about it and I coached Alissa that people like Sarah are just trying to get control and it is important for her not to let her "win". I told her next time Sarah says I don't like you or is mean to her she is to say "I am not going to play with you until you can be nice to me" and walk away. We rehearsed this over and over and over.. Alissa would have this huge grin and say, "that gives ME the power mommy." Yes it does my love. She was so excited to go to school and try this out!! LOL.. I had to remind her ONLY if Sarah was mean!! Sure enough.. two school days later I popped into class unannounced and saw Alissa and Sarah sitting together PLAYING!! And now after school Alissa always tells me first thing "Sarah was so nice to me today mommy!!" YOU GO GIRL!! What a lesson to learn at this young age. I am so proud of her. This week in school she is bringing Zena to class Tuesday and then Thursday is show and tell day so she is bringing in a VERY special show and tell -- DADDY! :) Daddy in uniform with goodie bags no less. How priceless is that? She is so proud of her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAzARWHguaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/B-M9tDQMNgw/s1600-h/Tulips+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191735874678733218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAzARWHguaI/AAAAAAAAAqM/B-M9tDQMNgw/s400/Tulips+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now.. on to Jonathan. I'm not sure when it happened.. these things seem to sneak up on you when they are so young.. but Jonathan is signing and talking in sentences now. Two or three word sentences, nothing too fancy yet but he is sure stringing words together nicely. And one more thing.. it took Alissa FOREVER to get the coordination to catch a ball.. Jonathan can already catch balls consistently when thrown to him. The smallest he can catch are softball size. It's amazing the coordination he has. He will definitely be a sports player. His favorite thing to see when we go on walks is a basketball hoop.. and I kid you not he can say basketball hoop -- the whole thing. That's a mouthful for a little guy! :) His other favorite thing is to empty the dishwasher with mommy. He is such a good little helper. I think I may have mentioned this before, but whenever we give him something (be it drink food or toy) he always says, "Ali too" this has expanded into trips -- Let's go to Wal-Mart!! "Ali too!" "Ali too!". He love love loves his sister!! They are always hugging and playing together now. I am so glad to have two kiddos and watch the love they share.. I know I know when they get older the love will be harder to see, but right now I am just enjoying this. Kissy kissy!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736445909383602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAzAymHgubI/AAAAAAAAAqU/X4ZQ7tw6L2w/s400/03.17.08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Matt is kicking butt and taking names at work. He is speeding through Phase 1 and is already driving the car every day and handling calls on his own. I am just so proud of him. He is going to be the best cop on the streets and many lives are going to be positively impacted because of him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for myself.. I just got off the phone with a wonderful law office that offered me a part time job that I would have really enjoyed. I turned it down. After much soul searching I know that as much as we need the money right now while Matt is unable to work o/t my kids need their mommy. I did not have kids so I could leave them in others care. But I will tell you it was a very difficult thing to turn down. There will be lots of opportunities when they are in school for me to work.. I just have to be patient. And we just have to live on a budget that would terrify most people ;) Ahh but it's only temporary.. and ramen noodles really aren't THAT bad when you add an egg. Hehe.. I am still looking to babysit or find a job on the weekends. We will see what comes along. &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/8184931619151471956-5545034866215622127?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5545034866215622127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5545034866215622127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5545034866215622127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5545034866215622127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAzARGHguZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/T5e0khGCl_0/s72-c/Tulips+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-8232663427985969989</id><published>2008-04-18T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:47:21.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triton -- 4 weeks</title><content type='html'>Can you believe how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fast t&lt;/span&gt;his little man is growing?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190714177199381314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAkfCuaNm0I/AAAAAAAAApM/GNtR0JNtmLw/s400/Triton_week_4_040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; How about the size of those feet?! :) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAkfCOaNmzI/AAAAAAAAApE/19ou4Zv7Wfw/s1600-h/Triton_week_4_023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190714168609446706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAkfCOaNmzI/AAAAAAAAApE/19ou4Zv7Wfw/s400/Triton_week_4_023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the puppies first time outside. Can't wait to get him home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-8232663427985969989?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/8232663427985969989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=8232663427985969989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8232663427985969989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/8232663427985969989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/triton-4-weeks.html' title='Triton -- 4 weeks'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAkfCuaNm0I/AAAAAAAAApM/GNtR0JNtmLw/s72-c/Triton_week_4_040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-5830620701269148198</id><published>2008-04-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:52:11.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More tulip pictures..</title><content type='html'>I was going through my pictures and just had to add a few more :) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDFuaNmuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MJkL9MJetQk/s1600-h/Tulips+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189205698785680098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDFuaNmuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MJkL9MJetQk/s400/Tulips+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa came with us.. this is an old fashioned steam tractor. They had them powered up and were driving them around. Jon thought they were great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDF-aNmvI/AAAAAAAAAok/SiQPuTLXxUU/s1600-h/Tulips+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189205703080647410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDF-aNmvI/AAAAAAAAAok/SiQPuTLXxUU/s400/Tulips+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were 40 acres of tulips and daffodils.. this multi-colored field was one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDGeaNmwI/AAAAAAAAAos/0QcqccwRVEo/s1600-h/Tulips+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189205711670582018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDGeaNmwI/AAAAAAAAAos/0QcqccwRVEo/s400/Tulips+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was hard to leave.. this is one of my favorite events of the year.. we might just have to go again because they extended it until April 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.. Laura - you are going to miss it by just a couple weeks! :( Darn.. maybe next year? Hint hint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDG-aNmxI/AAAAAAAAAo0/a79gmztelqs/s1600-h/Tulips+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189205720260516626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDG-aNmxI/AAAAAAAAAo0/a79gmztelqs/s400/Tulips+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baskett&lt;/span&gt; Slough wildlife preserve this weekend and I will share pics of that later. I only took about 50 there, I was slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-5830620701269148198?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/5830620701269148198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=5830620701269148198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5830620701269148198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/5830620701269148198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-tulip-pictures.html' title='More tulip pictures..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SAPDFuaNmuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MJkL9MJetQk/s72-c/Tulips+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184931619151471956.post-6794609855958614993</id><published>2008-04-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:39:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip-toe through the tulips...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALsgOaNmtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/dbRRMJzAv8w/s1600-h/Tulips+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188969759052241618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALsgOaNmtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/dbRRMJzAv8w/s400/Tulips+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we went to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival today in Woodburn. It was so much fun!! The kids LOVED all the flowers!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Alissa being a ham:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALpouaNmqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/x0m3J0tlz7g/s1600-h/Tulips+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188966606546246306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALpouaNmqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/x0m3J0tlz7g/s400/Tulips+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan saying, "Do the flowers never end?!" Ok, not really... but sure looks like it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALpOuaNmnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/tl4c__5Jrzg/s1600-h/Tulips+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188966159869647474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALpOuaNmnI/AAAAAAAAAnk/tl4c__5Jrzg/s400/Tulips+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Alissa's favorite things there.. she got to hold a bird!! Even with his sharp claws she thought it was awesome and didn't want to give him back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALpPOaNmoI/AAAAAAAAAns/UCsFVntxjmo/s1600-h/Tulips+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188966168459582082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALpPOaNmoI/AAAAAAAAAns/UCsFVntxjmo/s400/Tulips+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just random cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALo5OaNmiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bo6m6nwdh98/s1600-h/Tulips+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188965790502459938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALo5OaNmiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bo6m6nwdh98/s400/Tulips+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alissa wanted pictures with her doggie. Zena enjoyed all of the attention she got from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALo6eaNmlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VqD3Lh7hmHc/s1600-h/Tulips+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188965811977296466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALo6eaNmlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VqD3Lh7hmHc/s400/Tulips+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smells pretty good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALo6uaNmmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qMJBZyXyXQQ/s1600-h/Tulips+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188965816272263778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALo6uaNmmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/qMJBZyXyXQQ/s400/Tulips+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time we left the pony rides were closed, but a nice young lady let me take the kids in to pet the horses. Saved me $5 and Alissa was happy as can be just to pet him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALrUuaNmsI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sHysszcepxY/s1600-h/Tulips+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188968461972118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALrUuaNmsI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sHysszcepxY/s400/Tulips+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all it was a fabulous day. Alissa fell asleep in the car on the way home (at 7:00) which she NEVER does.. and she is sleeping still! Wore her out good. It was hard picking just a few pictures from the 172 I took, but we all must make sacrifices sometimes.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8184931619151471956-6794609855958614993?l=salemdavis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/feeds/6794609855958614993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8184931619151471956&amp;postID=6794609855958614993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6794609855958614993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8184931619151471956/posts/default/6794609855958614993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salemdavis.blogspot.com/2008/04/tip-toe-through-tulips.html' title='Tip-toe through the tulips...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13986859403472171799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SYX4T24LGXI/AAAAAAAAB10/pnzMlEmSZj0/S220/Snow+etc+007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gBC79kbsgb8/SALsgOaNmtI/AAAAAAAAAoU/dbRRMJzAv8w/s72-c/Tulips+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
