<?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-5396937618483249186</id><updated>2012-02-12T14:13:50.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Arrow Road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-3267948935162750568</id><published>2012-02-03T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:20:56.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One night, when Chad and I were dating, I got home late from a date. My little brother Chris, who was 18 at the time, had also just got home and was eating a midnight snack, so I joined him. Chris had known Chad for years before I had. They had gone on camping and hunting trips together.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris asked me if I was going to marry Chad. I don't remember my answer, but I probably said "I don't know" or tried to change the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chris felt the need to put some perspective on the situation. He said to me, "Michelle, it is like you are fishing in a small pond. And you just reeled in an Alaskan king salmon...and you are thinking about throwing it back!! What exactly do you think you'll catch that will be better?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ0rd3GZlcM/TywXHAKcAgI/AAAAAAAABM4/TbkENlRhixA/s1600/wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ0rd3GZlcM/TywXHAKcAgI/AAAAAAAABM4/TbkENlRhixA/s320/wedding.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704960237041877506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Chad, for staying on the line.  Happy five year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-3267948935162750568?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3267948935162750568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/02/catch-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3267948935162750568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3267948935162750568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/02/catch-of-my-life.html' title='Catch of my life'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ0rd3GZlcM/TywXHAKcAgI/AAAAAAAABM4/TbkENlRhixA/s72-c/wedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2692547816905022255</id><published>2012-01-12T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:41:00.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce-6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQCie0fXTvM/TwodNheVe1I/AAAAAAAABMo/WgozVbhjyAk/s1600/Bryce5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQCie0fXTvM/TwodNheVe1I/AAAAAAAABMo/WgozVbhjyAk/s320/Bryce5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695396796924525394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce is six months old!  He looks so much like Caden, I better start labeling pictures so I know which is which when they're older.  Bryce has a little bit more of Chad's look, though, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Bryce being six months, I decided it was time to start some cereal.  It was a little sad for me, as I love being the only one to feed him.  It's like all through pregnancy and up to this point, I am the one who gives him all of his nourishment and this is the first small step in him not being so dependent on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't feel too bad, though.  He isn't very proficient at eating solids so I'll probably be feeding him for awhile still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbYVqgig4QE/TwodM-rovmI/AAAAAAAABL8/A-SllLCjX2w/s1600/Bryce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbYVqgig4QE/TwodM-rovmI/AAAAAAAABL8/A-SllLCjX2w/s320/Bryce.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695396787585072738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me that such a little baby can already know how to purse his lips so tightly that nothing can get in. Until it's something he likes (bananas) on the spoon and suddenly he's all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSou9gAReNc/TwodNPlJumI/AAAAAAAABMI/Z5AfdvH7A8E/s1600/Bryce1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSou9gAReNc/TwodNPlJumI/AAAAAAAABMI/Z5AfdvH7A8E/s320/Bryce1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695396792121277026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Bryce.  At the end of our whirl-wind Thanksgiving week which included the beach, Disneyland, parks, shopping and something planned every day, he was nominated the MVP of the trip--he was just so good.  He is pretty cheerful, good at going with whatever we're doing, and tolerant when Caden insists on helping do everything for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmyTfybfZ6A/TwodNmyJywI/AAAAAAAABMg/4BSsKdpuI70/s1600/Bryce3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JmyTfybfZ6A/TwodNmyJywI/AAAAAAAABMg/4BSsKdpuI70/s320/Bryce3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695396798349822722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSzHefDLry8/TwodNW8wJ4I/AAAAAAAABMU/rfZWm82LOSA/s1600/Bryce2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSzHefDLry8/TwodNW8wJ4I/AAAAAAAABMU/rfZWm82LOSA/s320/Bryce2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695396794099312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared for our drive to Utah over Christmas, but he and Caden were champs.  Bryce just sat in the back seat and talked and played and slept the whole trip.  I put his and Caden's carseats together and I LOVED watching Caden take care of Bryce-getting him toys or his binky.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good with my little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2692547816905022255?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2692547816905022255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/bryce-6-months.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2692547816905022255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2692547816905022255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/bryce-6-months.html' title='Bryce-6 months'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQCie0fXTvM/TwodNheVe1I/AAAAAAAABMo/WgozVbhjyAk/s72-c/Bryce5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4429535917226478606</id><published>2012-01-10T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:37:00.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from when Chad's parents were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0TXwhy5rjg/Twoa1hROvvI/AAAAAAAABLs/ofA6k-N98l8/s1600/Trip4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0TXwhy5rjg/Twoa1hROvvI/AAAAAAAABLs/ofA6k-N98l8/s320/Trip4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695394185529442034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Newport Beach Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03ZfSW7Qa5E/Twoa1m9g9vI/AAAAAAAABLk/Qx_yo8qzzRw/s1600/Trip3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03ZfSW7Qa5E/Twoa1m9g9vI/AAAAAAAABLk/Qx_yo8qzzRw/s320/Trip3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695394187057362674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the garbage man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZijySmh2sbw/Twoa1A1FnwI/AAAAAAAABLc/O25nNn4O8bU/s1600/Trip2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZijySmh2sbw/Twoa1A1FnwI/AAAAAAAABLc/O25nNn4O8bU/s320/Trip2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695394176821468930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden waiting for his grandma and grandpa to wake-up so he could play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Km9F_x_qns/Twoa1D4VSaI/AAAAAAAABLI/fEVMD5JQei8/s1600/Trip1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Km9F_x_qns/Twoa1D4VSaI/AAAAAAAABLI/fEVMD5JQei8/s320/Trip1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695394177640384930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve.  Chad fried wings and Cindy made enough snacks and dips to feed us for days.  We were pretty low-key playing games, watching movies, and of course, stuffing ourselves silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DU6X925WQ0s/Twoa1KtgT1I/AAAAAAAABLA/Zt7Gq_RavFI/s1600/Trip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DU6X925WQ0s/Twoa1KtgT1I/AAAAAAAABLA/Zt7Gq_RavFI/s320/Trip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695394179474018130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4429535917226478606?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4429535917226478606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4429535917226478606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4429535917226478606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0TXwhy5rjg/Twoa1hROvvI/AAAAAAAABLs/ofA6k-N98l8/s72-c/Trip4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1295574948366154366</id><published>2012-01-08T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:37:00.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Parade Float Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nzU47klcPk/TwoZqR12gBI/AAAAAAAABKc/368ijJ1xm1c/s1600/Roses9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nzU47klcPk/TwoZqR12gBI/AAAAAAAABKc/368ijJ1xm1c/s320/Roses9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695392892897886226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7Nwi7YqH9I/TwoZqj2tFdI/AAAAAAAABKk/CwSR_aTJuAc/s1600/Roses10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7Nwi7YqH9I/TwoZqj2tFdI/AAAAAAAABKk/CwSR_aTJuAc/s320/Roses10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695392897733301714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad's parents came back with us to California after Christmas.  One of the things we'd planned on doing all together was go to the Rose Parade.  Apparently you have to sleep on the sidewalks the night before to get a seat to view the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad was the first to drop out of the plan when he found out he had to be at the clinic at noon that day and I quickly followed.  No way was I taking 2 boys to watch a parade with 700,000+ others without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norm and Cindy decided to stay home with us, too, and we made it a party eating apple-spice filled ebelskievers while we watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, however, we decided to attend the float party where you get to see the floats up close.  Norm served his mission in soCal, and although that was over 40 years ago, he is still so good at navigating around.  Parking could have been a nightmare (the park and ride had a 2 hour wait) but Norm (somewhat unknowingly) found us a spot about 2 blocks from the event.  &lt;br /&gt;It was fascinating to see the float up close.  I loved this dinosaur one that had artichokes for foliage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vdwYiL0HU/TwoYG_VICsI/AAAAAAAABKE/vaGwL4S2iiw/s1600/Roses1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vdwYiL0HU/TwoYG_VICsI/AAAAAAAABKE/vaGwL4S2iiw/s320/Roses1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695391187121736386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and brussel sprouts to give the texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbGotiL81GA/TwoYGtPb7LI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZMgIYIU4tB8/s1600/Roses2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbGotiL81GA/TwoYGtPb7LI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ZMgIYIU4tB8/s320/Roses2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695391182266035378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKcGBHBBFaM/TwoYGhVwiMI/AAAAAAAABJs/3k3DMN-toOQ/s1600/Roses3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKcGBHBBFaM/TwoYGhVwiMI/AAAAAAAABJs/3k3DMN-toOQ/s320/Roses3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695391179071326402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy-aZxIlGgg/TwoX1-EpSDI/AAAAAAAABJU/FpQYLyDbdZI/s1600/Roses6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy-aZxIlGgg/TwoX1-EpSDI/AAAAAAAABJU/FpQYLyDbdZI/s320/Roses6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390894726400050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely weren't the only ones who had this idea (about 150,000 attend the float party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMPWBj5ZXGo/TwoX2ERUvZI/AAAAAAAABJc/NIX9LpMr5jU/s1600/Roses4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMPWBj5ZXGo/TwoX2ERUvZI/AAAAAAAABJc/NIX9LpMr5jU/s320/Roses4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390896390192530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things was afterwards, we drove down Colorado Blvd (the parade route) and practiced our waving--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8v_BVSiC2xo/TwoX13zB6SI/AAAAAAAABJI/1ModfCaTT30/s1600/Roses5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8v_BVSiC2xo/TwoX13zB6SI/AAAAAAAABJI/1ModfCaTT30/s320/Roses5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390893041903906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H7PRsRYbqA/TwoX1r85IzI/AAAAAAAABI4/t8dndV3Dd88/s1600/Roses7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H7PRsRYbqA/TwoX1r85IzI/AAAAAAAABI4/t8dndV3Dd88/s320/Roses7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390889862046514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otkn6UgYbMk/TwoX1t3DGdI/AAAAAAAABIw/KPOMrwyHgyE/s1600/Roses8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otkn6UgYbMk/TwoX1t3DGdI/AAAAAAAABIw/KPOMrwyHgyE/s320/Roses8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390890374404562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crews were already putting the city back together--here they are re-installing a street light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mounds of trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgrEn9gNTDI/TwoZqlFcKcI/AAAAAAAABKw/AUCUJV6AGgQ/s1600/Roses11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IgrEn9gNTDI/TwoZqlFcKcI/AAAAAAAABKw/AUCUJV6AGgQ/s320/Roses11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695392898063542722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1295574948366154366?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1295574948366154366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/rose-parade-float-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1295574948366154366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1295574948366154366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/rose-parade-float-party.html' title='Rose Parade Float Party'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nzU47klcPk/TwoZqR12gBI/AAAAAAAABKc/368ijJ1xm1c/s72-c/Roses9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2543916868259620784</id><published>2012-01-04T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:19:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlmS2vD0yj0/TwKhmjLvLfI/AAAAAAAABIk/4nhIj64GGn0/s1600/IMG_9112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlmS2vD0yj0/TwKhmjLvLfI/AAAAAAAABIk/4nhIj64GGn0/s320/IMG_9112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693290562601299442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a Merry Christmas!  This was my favorite Christmas in recent years because of how much fun it was to have a child who finally got excited about the holiday. I loved attending church on Christmas morning as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHoODYBWLqo/TwKhZ436JfI/AAAAAAAABIM/ukTXV2HCBkc/s1600/Christmas5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tHoODYBWLqo/TwKhZ436JfI/AAAAAAAABIM/ukTXV2HCBkc/s320/Christmas5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693290345085412850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0M3m2ULO88/TwKhZP2CH3I/AAAAAAAABIA/lBvGyytuCKo/s1600/Christmas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0M3m2ULO88/TwKhZP2CH3I/AAAAAAAABIA/lBvGyytuCKo/s320/Christmas2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693290334071693170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Caden saw Santa, he always asked for Nemo jammies and Star Wars undies.  Do you know how hard it is to come by Nemo jammies right now?  He couldn't go for Cars or Toy Story or any other movie that's currently popular.  Good thing Santa knows how to use ebay.  &lt;br /&gt;Caden also got Star Wars toys, nerf guns, a remote control car, some books and treats.  Bryce got a board book.  That's what happens when you're the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ms_cbwd1YQ/TwKhaPBzb4I/AAAAAAAABIU/_DZS0E6-kBY/s1600/Christmas4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ms_cbwd1YQ/TwKhaPBzb4I/AAAAAAAABIU/_DZS0E6-kBY/s320/Christmas4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693290351032496002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to talk to Chad's brother who is on his mission in London.  It was a little sad because it is the last of the missionary phone calls in either of our families.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad got a wii.  I think all of his dreams have now come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iw0MWdAjDqI/TwKhZBlg7lI/AAAAAAAABHw/mGOlpgd7TFw/s1600/IMG_9126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iw0MWdAjDqI/TwKhZBlg7lI/AAAAAAAABHw/mGOlpgd7TFw/s320/IMG_9126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693290330244312658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBcCB3Cod6E/TwKhY-p22CI/AAAAAAAABHo/V3EBwFWmDyM/s1600/IMG_9130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBcCB3Cod6E/TwKhY-p22CI/AAAAAAAABHo/V3EBwFWmDyM/s320/IMG_9130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693290329457219618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2543916868259620784?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2543916868259620784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2543916868259620784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2543916868259620784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlmS2vD0yj0/TwKhmjLvLfI/AAAAAAAABIk/4nhIj64GGn0/s72-c/IMG_9112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5466280475799286180</id><published>2012-01-02T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:19:31.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpbCAXBQY1M/TwKdasYRUMI/AAAAAAAABG4/SmKaWhIl9YI/s1600/Nativity1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpbCAXBQY1M/TwKdasYRUMI/AAAAAAAABG4/SmKaWhIl9YI/s320/Nativity1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693285960864846018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ward had a great Christmas party.  They had activities for the kids...cookie decorating, Santa, crafts, etc.  One of the activities was to dress up as characters from the nativity.  Caden said he wanted to be an angel (we couldn't find a halo, so a crown had to do.  Chad informed me the angel didn't have a halo anyway) and Bryce was a shepherd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_snePmJodA/TwKdai08KkI/AAAAAAAABHA/joD6jHnxv_o/s1600/Nativity2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_snePmJodA/TwKdai08KkI/AAAAAAAABHA/joD6jHnxv_o/s320/Nativity2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693285958300740162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsLA_tjf5iA/TwKdad6X56I/AAAAAAAABGs/geKndG8H9bM/s1600/Nativity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsLA_tjf5iA/TwKdad6X56I/AAAAAAAABGs/geKndG8H9bM/s320/Nativity.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693285956981352354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go, Caden gently put the baby Jesus back into the cradle, and got him all settled--covering him and tucking the doll in tight.  Then he leaned in to give the baby a kiss good bye kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3USZZSTUk/TwKda_3tcmI/AAAAAAAABHU/zkFyN0EUUYk/s1600/Nativity3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3USZZSTUk/TwKda_3tcmI/AAAAAAAABHU/zkFyN0EUUYk/s320/Nativity3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693285966096986722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCshSI0AkV8/TwKdbYa4zAI/AAAAAAAABHc/rPevarjK1JQ/s1600/Nativity4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCshSI0AkV8/TwKdbYa4zAI/AAAAAAAABHc/rPevarjK1JQ/s320/Nativity4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693285972686982146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little boy melts my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5466280475799286180?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5466280475799286180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/nativity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5466280475799286180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5466280475799286180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2012/01/nativity.html' title='Nativity'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpbCAXBQY1M/TwKdasYRUMI/AAAAAAAABG4/SmKaWhIl9YI/s72-c/Nativity1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5036726390321233053</id><published>2011-11-04T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:02:00.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>I love the cozy mornings of fall.  (I also love that by 10:00 it's warm enough to go out in shorts to play at the park.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqoVG2wnMFY/TrHSLJ5HHXI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UGxQBYqzHxs/s1600/DSC03544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqoVG2wnMFY/TrHSLJ5HHXI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UGxQBYqzHxs/s320/DSC03544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670544494912019826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about Bryce the other night at dinner and Chad said to me, "You're smitten with him."  It's true.  What mom doesn't love a darling little boy watching her all day, ready with smiles and coos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden has come up with some new names for Bryce.  Yesterday I heard Caden call Bryce both "Brycer" and "Bryce bag".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrLbHG0xsU/TrHSKBKel_I/AAAAAAAABGE/9MdwzZ5pOAw/s1600/DSC03543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrLbHG0xsU/TrHSKBKel_I/AAAAAAAABGE/9MdwzZ5pOAw/s320/DSC03543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670544475389073394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden started preschool and it's fun to see his personality come out. They gave the parents all this info on what to do if the child doesn't want to go, but I was the one who cried his first day, while he just marched right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few classes later, Caden came home with a gash under his eye and a bruised cheek and nose.  An "Ouch report" from his teacher said he won the "days of the week" game and tripped when he was going to get his prize.  The next class, the teacher was telling me about it and said that even though he was bleeding and banged up pretty good, he wouldn't cry in front of the class.  She said she could tell he was trying so hard to hold back the tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he was trying to reach his Trunk or Treat candy which was on top of the fridge.  He pulled a chair over and couldn't quite get it.  I walked out of the room and heard him call to Bryce (who was sitting in his high chair), "Hey Bryce--will you give me a boost?"  I fear the day that Bryce will be able to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqS6YbKI17o/TrHSJkARXnI/AAAAAAAABF4/yeL8iW8gbZA/s1600/DSC03540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqS6YbKI17o/TrHSJkARXnI/AAAAAAAABF4/yeL8iW8gbZA/s320/DSC03540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670544467561635442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of picking up Caden's books.  All day long he pulls books off the shelf to read them.  I gave him a lecture on how he needs to be responsible and take care of his books.  He said to me, "Oh, man.  Come on, mom.  Just pick up my books!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden is loving hearing stories about church stuff...the golden plates, Joseph Smith, etc.  I heard him recalling one of his stories to his stuffed animal, "And Repunzel and Jesus were best friends."  Hmmmm...not quite....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5036726390321233053?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5036726390321233053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5036726390321233053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5036726390321233053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zqoVG2wnMFY/TrHSLJ5HHXI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UGxQBYqzHxs/s72-c/DSC03544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6927766330300754846</id><published>2011-11-02T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:26:22.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uih1Ogoh86k/TrHQlwaV-zI/AAAAAAAABFs/01fuX5FaZIc/s1600/DSC03564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uih1Ogoh86k/TrHQlwaV-zI/AAAAAAAABFs/01fuX5FaZIc/s320/DSC03564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670542752905296690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGuwGe3WG2A/TrHQc-xOlgI/AAAAAAAABFM/D8aARZkXnBg/s1600/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGuwGe3WG2A/TrHQc-xOlgI/AAAAAAAABFM/D8aARZkXnBg/s320/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670542602140554754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhdXTYntHwA/TrHQbQP8iII/AAAAAAAABFE/kWZsbNkmj1s/s1600/DSC03559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhdXTYntHwA/TrHQbQP8iII/AAAAAAAABFE/kWZsbNkmj1s/s320/DSC03559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670542572473059458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about these pictures is that they were not posed--this is really how Batman and Superman acted toward Joker when they met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8CNVYImpbE/TrHQZkKcrcI/AAAAAAAABEo/Qvcs9uhYG_I/s1600/DSC03538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8CNVYImpbE/TrHQZkKcrcI/AAAAAAAABEo/Qvcs9uhYG_I/s320/DSC03538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670542543458971074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5wDDT4qdrc/TrHQZHQl_9I/AAAAAAAABEc/XZcccOScbTA/s1600/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A5wDDT4qdrc/TrHQZHQl_9I/AAAAAAAABEc/XZcccOScbTA/s320/DSC03536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670542535700119506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Caden and Kai are all about the same age.  Doesn't Kai make the most awesome Joker ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6927766330300754846?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6927766330300754846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6927766330300754846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6927766330300754846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uih1Ogoh86k/TrHQlwaV-zI/AAAAAAAABFs/01fuX5FaZIc/s72-c/DSC03564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5881877982396541596</id><published>2011-09-23T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:47:00.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B48F0gYjHko/TnJyx_0FhCI/AAAAAAAABD0/7vf60ciVi7Y/s1600/DSC03304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B48F0gYjHko/TnJyx_0FhCI/AAAAAAAABD0/7vf60ciVi7Y/s320/DSC03304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652706685572449314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Chris was true to his promise, and held on tightly to Caden the entire time.  Notice we aren't even going fast enough to have a wake.  This backfired when we went &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; slow and the front of the tube went under, taking all of us with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bG_pzznorWk/TnJyxtcLToI/AAAAAAAABDs/L5hxWS8SoeM/s1600/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bG_pzznorWk/TnJyxtcLToI/AAAAAAAABDs/L5hxWS8SoeM/s320/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652706680640327298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfbczJU6syM/TnJyxtNPxTI/AAAAAAAABDk/bbyjZSqGCTQ/s1600/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfbczJU6syM/TnJyxtNPxTI/AAAAAAAABDk/bbyjZSqGCTQ/s320/DSC03285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652706680577705266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Grandpa drive the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uK6wqs4JoTg/TnJyxcP5i7I/AAAAAAAABDc/TkZ_jLD9FgM/s1600/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uK6wqs4JoTg/TnJyxcP5i7I/AAAAAAAABDc/TkZ_jLD9FgM/s320/DSC03279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652706676025428914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3f8pVlNitXA/TnJyxVwTtOI/AAAAAAAABDU/Up0rRz8bvEQ/s1600/DSC03278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3f8pVlNitXA/TnJyxVwTtOI/AAAAAAAABDU/Up0rRz8bvEQ/s320/DSC03278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652706674282312930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we had a great time, the day ended crazy when a lightning storm suddenly came and we had to hurry to the dock.  We stopped to help a stranded boat.  It was too windy and not going well, so Chris volunteered to jump in the water and pull the boat to the dock using a rope (you can do that in Utah lake--it's only 3 feet deep!)  Luckily the park rangers showed up, but Chris still stayed on the stranded boat helping them get to shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5881877982396541596?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5881877982396541596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/boating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5881877982396541596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5881877982396541596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/boating.html' title='Boating'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B48F0gYjHko/TnJyx_0FhCI/AAAAAAAABD0/7vf60ciVi7Y/s72-c/DSC03304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-499554721589483662</id><published>2011-09-20T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:14:00.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolly Polly Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgK5HAqMnk/TnJsps6WEdI/AAAAAAAABBE/e2OMfNdPHd8/s1600/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgK5HAqMnk/TnJsps6WEdI/AAAAAAAABBE/e2OMfNdPHd8/s320/DSC03051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652699945989706194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the summer, I did a lot of walking.  I was trying to get baby ready to come so every day Caden and I would go for a few walks.  Caden started looking for potato bugs, or Rolly Pollies.  He would take an old container on our walks and would make me stop the stroller for him to catch them.  We had to start putting a cap on the number of bugs he could catch, because I was tired of stopping so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from these walks, Caden would sit at his table and watch the bugs.  It kind of grossed me out, but it also bought me 30-40 minutes every morning of quiet time, making it worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love for Rolly Pollies got serious.  His grandma bought him a bug book from Target, and he studied and studied the page on potato bugs.  If I tried to turn it to another page, he'd promptly turn it back claiming, "I was just on this page."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Utah, he continued his daily quest to catch the bugs.  There is a special cupboard where my mom keeps containers and old cups for him to use to house them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, my mom was taking some vitamin pills, washing them down with a glass of water.  I heard her suddenly exclaim, "What is in my cup?!?"  We turned on the lights to discover a dead rolly polly, floating in the bottom bit of water.  Apparently, my mom had started storing her cup in the "special cupboard" so that she didn't have to dirty more than one dish a day.  She just hadn't realized it was THE special cupboard and Caden must have figured anything in there was fair game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say--life can be adventurous with this little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nIITLfvlv4/TnJspjpTjKI/AAAAAAAABA8/rAVenK2CCRY/s1600/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nIITLfvlv4/TnJspjpTjKI/AAAAAAAABA8/rAVenK2CCRY/s320/DSC03050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652699943502318754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-499554721589483662?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/499554721589483662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/rolly-polly-juice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/499554721589483662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/499554721589483662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/rolly-polly-juice.html' title='Rolly Polly Juice'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgK5HAqMnk/TnJsps6WEdI/AAAAAAAABBE/e2OMfNdPHd8/s72-c/DSC03051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8599560738633611138</id><published>2011-09-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:34:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr0KTUtcI38/TnJxIGu5NsI/AAAAAAAABDM/dnXsel6tuUw/s1600/DSC03430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr0KTUtcI38/TnJxIGu5NsI/AAAAAAAABDM/dnXsel6tuUw/s320/DSC03430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652704866363586242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chad's 12 hours in Utah, the top thing on our to-do list was Bryce's blessing.   Chad's brother in Oregon bought a plane ticket the night before to surprise the family, making all of our brothers present (minus one missionary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GyL4Q8vQuoQ/TnJwxwgun9I/AAAAAAAABCs/Fg1GK7cJUX8/s1600/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GyL4Q8vQuoQ/TnJwxwgun9I/AAAAAAAABCs/Fg1GK7cJUX8/s320/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652704482441469906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great way to spend the night.  After the blessing both our families hung out at the church eating ice cream, playing basketball, visiting, and loving on our little boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkaItABeGdk/TnJwyeH9Q3I/AAAAAAAABDE/UWoh5D5XX6k/s1600/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkaItABeGdk/TnJwyeH9Q3I/AAAAAAAABDE/UWoh5D5XX6k/s320/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652704494685602674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9rDWxgjSt0/TnJwyMs9zEI/AAAAAAAABC8/Q1ObiAbNyDM/s1600/DSC03410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9rDWxgjSt0/TnJwyMs9zEI/AAAAAAAABC8/Q1ObiAbNyDM/s320/DSC03410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652704490008988738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lucky boy to have all of his grandparents! Neither Chad or I had that. We are grateful to be able to see all of them so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thm9V4IaIOY/TnJwx2JaTwI/AAAAAAAABC0/W36CbeKavr4/s1600/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thm9V4IaIOY/TnJwx2JaTwI/AAAAAAAABC0/W36CbeKavr4/s320/DSC03398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652704483954282242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce is named after Chad's first and favorite mission companion (Elder Bryce) and his middle name is Alvin, after Chad's grandpa who sealed Chad and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69_NUnUTJ_4/TnJwxjdr76I/AAAAAAAABCk/iAsViklOxCc/s1600/DSC03376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69_NUnUTJ_4/TnJwxjdr76I/AAAAAAAABCk/iAsViklOxCc/s320/DSC03376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652704478939049890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8599560738633611138?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8599560738633611138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/during-chads-12-hours-in-utah-top-thing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8599560738633611138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8599560738633611138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/during-chads-12-hours-in-utah-top-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr0KTUtcI38/TnJxIGu5NsI/AAAAAAAABDM/dnXsel6tuUw/s72-c/DSC03430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7718241463318010497</id><published>2011-09-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:02:05.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>This is the life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual Dale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXDtvcoynTA/TnJ0MlzN4uI/AAAAAAAABEU/YPcwEmfKjNE/s1600/DSC03331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXDtvcoynTA/TnJ0MlzN4uI/AAAAAAAABEU/YPcwEmfKjNE/s320/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652708241957577442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Bryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTkT0m_KpGg/TnJ0MrITLbI/AAAAAAAABEM/V55G4C12rTw/s1600/DSC03330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTkT0m_KpGg/TnJ0MrITLbI/AAAAAAAABEM/V55G4C12rTw/s320/DSC03330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652708243388181938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Grace&lt;br /&gt;I loved being up American Fork canyon where I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;almost&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got my fill of smores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindon Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3y9rMxNgSlA/TnJ0MdqogqI/AAAAAAAABEE/CNZXQzMceWU/s1600/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3y9rMxNgSlA/TnJ0MdqogqI/AAAAAAAABEE/CNZXQzMceWU/s320/DSC03323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652708239774089890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at another water park, 7-Peaks, Caden kept going down a small 3 foot slide head first.  He would get to the bottom then just start swimming away, never coming up for air.  So many times, strangers would reach out to grab him, pulling him from the water.  They didn't know my three-year-old is a fish like that.  They thought he was drowning and couldn't get up.  Sometimes they'd look at me like, "Aren't you going to do anything about that?" and I'd just smile as my little swimmer kicked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXDb8OU0_k8/TnJ0MEXwVXI/AAAAAAAABD8/JfI6d2RI0nQ/s1600/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXDb8OU0_k8/TnJ0MEXwVXI/AAAAAAAABD8/JfI6d2RI0nQ/s320/DSC03318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652708232984024434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7718241463318010497?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7718241463318010497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7718241463318010497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7718241463318010497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BXDtvcoynTA/TnJ0MlzN4uI/AAAAAAAABEU/YPcwEmfKjNE/s72-c/DSC03331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-612098852758937497</id><published>2011-09-15T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:46:56.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Bryce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZpC8yEXw78/TnJu_7jiOWI/AAAAAAAABBs/5dy6FySY8QI/s1600/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZpC8yEXw78/TnJu_7jiOWI/AAAAAAAABBs/5dy6FySY8QI/s320/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652702526900943202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KW9NPi_bnmw/TnJu_amlmDI/AAAAAAAABBU/NJEZyQ47SnY/s1600/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KW9NPi_bnmw/TnJu_amlmDI/AAAAAAAABBU/NJEZyQ47SnY/s320/DSC03270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652702518055376946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our Bryce Boy!  He is such a sweet little boy.  Other than the normal 2 month old baby activities, he spends his time looking around for mom, dad, or Caden to talk to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmShcXwjdok/TnJu_gAskCI/AAAAAAAABBk/rWN0-DAZU7c/s1600/DSC03305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmShcXwjdok/TnJu_gAskCI/AAAAAAAABBk/rWN0-DAZU7c/s320/DSC03305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652702519507062818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0lxDdRKUHY/TnJu_nS2sNI/AAAAAAAABBc/TbPivtTXsJo/s1600/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0lxDdRKUHY/TnJu_nS2sNI/AAAAAAAABBc/TbPivtTXsJo/s320/DSC03244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652702521462272210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing home Bryce, Caden suddenly looked huge to me.  Like a little man.  And in a lot of ways he is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He learned his alphabet by memorizing ABC Star Wars book.  Never mind that neither he nor I have ever seen the movies, he is fluent in the lingo.  Every where we go he points out "A for Anakin, B for Bobo Fett, D for Darth Vadar, K for kamionians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laments to me almost daily, "I'm the only one without a dog in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he sees something unfamiliar he'll say, "What the heck of this?" And I hear the question, "Cause why?" at least a thousand times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me several names: Lady, Princess, Wonder Woman...mostly I'm just happy to be called his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVuB9GWv3Ko/TnJu_LYQIVI/AAAAAAAABBM/IIkBo9l2cAg/s1600/DSC03238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVuB9GWv3Ko/TnJu_LYQIVI/AAAAAAAABBM/IIkBo9l2cAg/s320/DSC03238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652702513968718162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first day of his third year. He's halfway done with vet school.  It's definitely bitter sweet as we can't wait to move on to "real life" but have LOVED the last two years of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-612098852758937497?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/612098852758937497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/612098852758937497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/612098852758937497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZpC8yEXw78/TnJu_7jiOWI/AAAAAAAABBs/5dy6FySY8QI/s72-c/DSC03347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8094692716662996938</id><published>2011-08-02T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:54:00.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ooohhh."</title><content type='html'>A few times a day while I'm trying to get something done, Caden will call to me, "Hey mom, come look.  Come see us together."  And when I get there I see my two boys, snuggled up together.&lt;br /&gt;"Say, 'Oooohhhh'" Caden then prompts, and I always oblige. Then he asks me to take a picture--I didn't realize how often this happens until I was looking over what I have on my camera.  Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdru9CP0SYw/Tjcjewk8QKI/AAAAAAAABAc/gKk5Vu1I4_w/s1600/DSC03210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdru9CP0SYw/Tjcjewk8QKI/AAAAAAAABAc/gKk5Vu1I4_w/s320/DSC03210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636012470020358306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TeBh_X-jVU/TjcjelE_daI/AAAAAAAABAU/AT4s7Vvkt14/s1600/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TeBh_X-jVU/TjcjelE_daI/AAAAAAAABAU/AT4s7Vvkt14/s320/DSC03109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636012466933560738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HgSu4BChzM/TjcjejRUTMI/AAAAAAAABAM/ALVg2NHnDPU/s1600/DSC03055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HgSu4BChzM/TjcjejRUTMI/AAAAAAAABAM/ALVg2NHnDPU/s320/DSC03055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636012466448387266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pg0HGp7Qm4/TjcjeUdF5gI/AAAAAAAABAE/fQestJFavoA/s1600/DSC02914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pg0HGp7Qm4/TjcjeUdF5gI/AAAAAAAABAE/fQestJFavoA/s320/DSC02914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636012462471243266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been a little hectic at times, having two boys has been a lot of fun.  A few friends always told me they'd prefer 2 over 1 any day, and I keep repeating that to myself when trying to juggle Caden and Bryce.  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone asks me how Caden has been with Bryce.  He's really pretty good.  Although he still gets in trouble and has his fair share of time-outs, it's never for hurting or being aggressive towards Bryce. &lt;br /&gt;One morning, Caden had just come out of time-out.  He immediately went back to doing the same thing and I sent him back to the corner. "AGAIN?" He asked.  &lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh when I said, "I'm asking myself the same thing.  Caden is doing that again?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8094692716662996938?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8094692716662996938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/08/ooohhh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8094692716662996938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8094692716662996938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/08/ooohhh.html' title='&quot;Ooohhh.&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdru9CP0SYw/Tjcjewk8QKI/AAAAAAAABAc/gKk5Vu1I4_w/s72-c/DSC03210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6767470780069527107</id><published>2011-08-01T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T07:44:00.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster than a speeding bullet</title><content type='html'>Caden's friend Sean recently had a Super Hero birthday.  I made both of the boys reversible Superman/Batman capes.  We got to the party a few minutes early, which was really good because there were "bad guys" to defeat on the playground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScT2mifp9lg/TjWVBarFr9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/WGhHbQkCpkU/s1600/DSC03121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScT2mifp9lg/TjWVBarFr9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/WGhHbQkCpkU/s320/DSC03121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574360296501202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5zd9WliyeU/TjWVBOshrlI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3htSQ3WwXMA/s1600/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5zd9WliyeU/TjWVBOshrlI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3htSQ3WwXMA/s320/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574357081304658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GwZdKE470gs/TjWUyWeeTcI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Kq8qerd5BPo/s1600/DSC03125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GwZdKE470gs/TjWUyWeeTcI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Kq8qerd5BPo/s320/DSC03125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574101471808962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9P87QLcy7g/TjWUybenL5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/qPglBkxa_tw/s1600/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9P87QLcy7g/TjWUybenL5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/qPglBkxa_tw/s320/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574102814568338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the party?  It was awesome.  Kudos to Sean's mom, Veronica who put all this together being 8 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiFaGOAr0nU/TjWUyOBkpKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/57KDYUG4xPg/s1600/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiFaGOAr0nU/TjWUyOBkpKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/57KDYUG4xPg/s320/DSC03136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574099203105954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMg_xDfnQpQ/TjWUyOnB2EI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UGVLRlLH_7Y/s1600/DSC03139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMg_xDfnQpQ/TjWUyOnB2EI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UGVLRlLH_7Y/s320/DSC03139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574099360208962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4PuqlVdkec/TjWUxzIMb0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/2ENXWTj10aM/s1600/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4PuqlVdkec/TjWUxzIMb0I/AAAAAAAAA_E/2ENXWTj10aM/s320/DSC03145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574091983122242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rB6NnHJ-SAw/TjWUkGzJvxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t9Hqk1pYh08/s1600/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rB6NnHJ-SAw/TjWUkGzJvxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t9Hqk1pYh08/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573856745406226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xY0Yu2pkeI/TjWUj5TQ5aI/AAAAAAAAA-0/IJxf53dWwX0/s1600/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xY0Yu2pkeI/TjWUj5TQ5aI/AAAAAAAAA-0/IJxf53dWwX0/s320/DSC03153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573853121996194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dho_kBaGupM/TjWUj19vsxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4IYLhIU17yw/s1600/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dho_kBaGupM/TjWUj19vsxI/AAAAAAAAA-s/4IYLhIU17yw/s320/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573852226433810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAcYQuEl26o/TjWUjqiw4gI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ofY5xm9CS04/s1600/DSC03156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAcYQuEl26o/TjWUjqiw4gI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ofY5xm9CS04/s320/DSC03156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573849160475138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKN1Cl_mvvE/TjWUjbrDWEI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hO8k_KvL-Og/s1600/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKN1Cl_mvvE/TjWUjbrDWEI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hO8k_KvL-Og/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573845168707650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chad predicted, Caden now wants to wear his cape everywhere.  Everybody has something to say to Superman.  I can't tell if Caden likes every body saying "hi, Superman" as he walks by.  Usually he just ignores the person, and I'm working with him on giving at least a polite hello back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Caden had to have his blood drawn.  The room we were in was just off the crowded waiting room, and there was no door so everybody could hear how he SCREAMED while 2 nurses and I held him down.  When we walked out to the waiting room, some people started clapping, while others called out, "Way to go, Superman!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Caden he was a brave boy, and he said, "No, I was not brave, I was a crying boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the attention to Superman has its benefits.  The sample man at Costco who was giving out chips told Caden/Superman that because he was a hero, he could have as many Doritos as he wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it has its negatives, too.  When we tried to sneak in a second grape juice sample that day, the man said, "Oh, Superman...you're back."  Usually normal citizens can get away with sneaking a second sample.  I guess Caden will just have to get used to the fame that comes with being the man of steel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6767470780069527107?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6767470780069527107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/08/faster-than-speeding-bullet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6767470780069527107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6767470780069527107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/08/faster-than-speeding-bullet.html' title='Faster than a speeding bullet'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScT2mifp9lg/TjWVBarFr9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/WGhHbQkCpkU/s72-c/DSC03121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8016416888996897944</id><published>2011-07-08T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:56:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6aL-5z5Evg/The042UAARI/AAAAAAAAA-U/_jvsfQCxZUw/s1600/DSC03029%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6aL-5z5Evg/The042UAARI/AAAAAAAAA-U/_jvsfQCxZUw/s320/DSC03029%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627165148167799058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MD_Uih8nVcE/ThdxliFekOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/PrWf3Iaz8Sw/s1600/DSC03016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MD_Uih8nVcE/ThdxliFekOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/PrWf3Iaz8Sw/s320/DSC03016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627091149041602786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeQhLc-yzic/ThdxlYHgCjI/AAAAAAAAA98/OyKRTCIs8Gc/s1600/DSC03013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeQhLc-yzic/ThdxlYHgCjI/AAAAAAAAA98/OyKRTCIs8Gc/s320/DSC03013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627091146365733426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32SLI8U3dD0/ThdxlPxNqfI/AAAAAAAAA90/UJ1pq-nPXqg/s1600/DSC03007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32SLI8U3dD0/ThdxlPxNqfI/AAAAAAAAA90/UJ1pq-nPXqg/s320/DSC03007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627091144124770802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post this last one simply because I love Caden's eyebrows--as many times a day as I see faces like this I have a hard time getting them on camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8016416888996897944?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8016416888996897944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8016416888996897944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8016416888996897944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6aL-5z5Evg/The042UAARI/AAAAAAAAA-U/_jvsfQCxZUw/s72-c/DSC03029%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2670566110191666809</id><published>2011-07-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:45:31.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Three Becomes Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9XHYmHSOuU/Tg_zdoKnnPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9kyZc5SkFzE/s1600/Bryce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9XHYmHSOuU/Tg_zdoKnnPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9kyZc5SkFzE/s320/Bryce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624982149932752114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce-7/2/11 8:29 am&lt;br /&gt;Or "Bryce Lightyear" as Caden calls him&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs, 18 inches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2670566110191666809?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2670566110191666809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-three-becomes-four.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2670566110191666809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2670566110191666809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-three-becomes-four.html' title='And Three Becomes Four'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9XHYmHSOuU/Tg_zdoKnnPI/AAAAAAAAA9k/9kyZc5SkFzE/s72-c/Bryce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2864463216184168332</id><published>2011-06-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:59:00.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have ankles...and other good pregnancy news.</title><content type='html'>36 weeks, and baby is right around the corner!  Though my feet and ankles are not swelling yet, my cheekbones have disappeared to a puffy, pregnant face.  There's a good would-you-rather-question: Would you rather lose your ankles or cheekbones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Costco, a guy stopped me in the parking lot to ask how far along I am.  I told him just about a month left.  He told me I was "tiny" and that it looked like I still had 3 months left. I told my mom about this, calling it a "random act of kindness".  She corrected me saying it was a "random act of genius comment by a quick-thinking man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor today, he did an ultra-sound to confirm baby is head down and there is plenty of fluid.  Everything is looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA-NtpQex0Y/TfgvhuhZoxI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0BXqPRsOUKs/s1600/36%2Bwks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA-NtpQex0Y/TfgvhuhZoxI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0BXqPRsOUKs/s320/36%2Bwks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618292791615005458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I definitely wouldn't call that "tiny".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2864463216184168332?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2864463216184168332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-still-have-anklesand-other-good.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2864463216184168332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2864463216184168332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-still-have-anklesand-other-good.html' title='I still have ankles...and other good pregnancy news.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uA-NtpQex0Y/TfgvhuhZoxI/AAAAAAAAA9c/0BXqPRsOUKs/s72-c/36%2Bwks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8309097785483570528</id><published>2011-06-14T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:59:06.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>While we were in Utah, we celebrated Caden's third birthday.  He has talked about his birthday cake for months, and some mornings we sit and look at different cakes online.  he finally settled on a spider-man cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLKgC7MFvHw/TfgpPneLZYI/AAAAAAAAA78/oYHpfqeghnA/s1600/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLKgC7MFvHw/TfgpPneLZYI/AAAAAAAAA78/oYHpfqeghnA/s320/DSC02723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618285883415029122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden checking on his cake while it was baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc4ATgJPyYI/TfgrBShOVjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/n8cesr3MtxM/s1600/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc4ATgJPyYI/TfgrBShOVjI/AAAAAAAAA9U/n8cesr3MtxM/s320/DSC02725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618287836295747122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday party number one took place with the Schow family.  Caden acted so funny while we sang to him--like it was his big moment and he couldn't believe it was finally here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKFrBDbYNK0/TfgpP4GERqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5e2_BYcLBtY/s1600/DSC02740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKFrBDbYNK0/TfgpP4GERqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5e2_BYcLBtY/s320/DSC02740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618285887877301922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2lZRzZ7pMQ/TfgpQXHxgqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NLABPnpQo9M/s1600/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2lZRzZ7pMQ/TfgpQXHxgqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NLABPnpQo9M/s320/DSC02745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618285896205959842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-539MzXu10pg/TfgpQND8RHI/AAAAAAAAA8M/5aqiCqlVn1Y/s1600/DSC02744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-539MzXu10pg/TfgpQND8RHI/AAAAAAAAA8M/5aqiCqlVn1Y/s320/DSC02744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618285893505533042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkYR-fgncjU/TfgpQ5GPj8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/tD3Y-XyBWow/s1600/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkYR-fgncjU/TfgpQ5GPj8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/tD3Y-XyBWow/s320/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618285905326346178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party number 2 was with the Gourley family.  Per Caden's request, we went fishing at a new, small pond in Alpine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting when a fish is on the line.  I love the kids all running:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQhsqsCuBv8/TfgpsANi4gI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-Q2eDRaF9pk/s1600/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQhsqsCuBv8/TfgpsANi4gI/AAAAAAAAA9E/-Q2eDRaF9pk/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618286371092488706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRuG1fh20TA/TfgprukqYkI/AAAAAAAAA88/scWUWj_grN8/s1600/DSC02793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRuG1fh20TA/TfgprukqYkI/AAAAAAAAA88/scWUWj_grN8/s320/DSC02793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618286366357611074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSzmJ9lBUMk/TfgprSjwB7I/AAAAAAAAA80/oPhjaUNUbCM/s1600/DSC02792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSzmJ9lBUMk/TfgprSjwB7I/AAAAAAAAA80/oPhjaUNUbCM/s320/DSC02792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618286358837594034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these pictures of my dad fishing with the kids.  It is so much what I remember from when he took me fishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuhz8l2-mhg/TfgprEAoNtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qow1xrOoOks/s1600/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tuhz8l2-mhg/TfgprEAoNtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/qow1xrOoOks/s320/DSC02791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618286354932184786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTkgavwxTcQ/Tfgpq1b9qJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/uLdLk3AoM8M/s1600/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTkgavwxTcQ/Tfgpq1b9qJI/AAAAAAAAA8k/uLdLk3AoM8M/s320/DSC02787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618286351020304530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't imagine having two kids (I know, it's time to start visualizing!) Because Caden has been such a big, solo part of my life, it will be a big change when the baby comes.  Chad and I were saying today we've been a family of three for twice as long as we were a family of two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know we'll love the next baby, and all of our kids, equally, it will be for different reasons.  Part of why I love Caden is that he is my first.  The first one I felt kick in my tummy, the first one I held and nursed, the first one I fell asleep with in the hospital, the first one to take first steps to me, the first I stayed up with all night curing throw-up and diarrhea, and the first one to call me "mom".  I love him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next baby will have to be harder than Caden because Caden was just so good.  He has been such an easy-going, fun, lovable kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and I will forever be grateful for this little boy joining our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8309097785483570528?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8309097785483570528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8309097785483570528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8309097785483570528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLKgC7MFvHw/TfgpPneLZYI/AAAAAAAAA78/oYHpfqeghnA/s72-c/DSC02723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-891042981027271318</id><published>2011-05-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T07:42:21.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9oEi8WMOR0/TdHniB-QF-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/QBTcpEXulCI/s1600/Gourley-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9oEi8WMOR0/TdHniB-QF-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/QBTcpEXulCI/s320/Gourley-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517582884083682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Caden was going to the bathroom #2 and he told me, "I'm going to make a tower of poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, when he was all done, he looked in to the toilet and said to Chad, "All my pooh poohs are having a party together in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car, I said to Caden, "I keep thinking it is Thursday!  All day long, I've felt like Thursday."  And he said, "And I thinking it's Saturday, mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, we played at his friend Ashlyn's house in the morning.  I took a bag of toys that they got to choose one by one and I made a big deal of the kids not looking in the bag to see what the surprises were.  That afternoon, Caden's conscience got the best of him, "Mom?  Today, at Ashlyn's house?  I peeked in the bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said to Caden, "You're such a good boy." He felt the need to correct me, "Yes, mom, I'm your best boy ever."  And it's true!  He's been waking up earlier in the morning because it is bright and instead of coming into my bedroom, he goes potty then stays in his bed reading books, or goes downstairs to play toys until I hear him.  Sometimes I think he's been up a good 30-40 minutes before I hear him. (Though don't think it's all fun and games at bedtime.  Just a few minutes ago he came down to tell me he was "too scared to go to sleep because of the wind--it is going to blow the roof off".  There isn't even a breeze outside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yd1ZlA_B6cQ/TdHnhWb8u6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/POnw4mpJDnM/s1600/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yd1ZlA_B6cQ/TdHnhWb8u6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/POnw4mpJDnM/s320/DSC02693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517571197483938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came downstairs the other day to Caden giving snacks to his puppies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIvMMYkbbmg/TdHnhm6K5NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/cJRSbfBilGg/s1600/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIvMMYkbbmg/TdHnhm6K5NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/cJRSbfBilGg/s320/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517575619208402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-891042981027271318?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/891042981027271318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/05/caden-says.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/891042981027271318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/891042981027271318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/05/caden-says.html' title='Caden says'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9oEi8WMOR0/TdHniB-QF-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/QBTcpEXulCI/s72-c/Gourley-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6932228374817288770</id><published>2011-04-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:35:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Pillow Pet</title><content type='html'>Caden has wanted a pillow pet for so long.  It seems all of his friends and cousins have one.  It finally came true when Jason and Deanna gave him an early birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He snuggled it the entire drive home and took it right to bed that night.  The next night, I realized there was a small opening along one of the seams but decided it wasn't worth the fight of taking it away and to fix it the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Puppy never made it to the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPhnTdP4eKc/Ta-m5bqlqPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/DQFhIUWjJo8/s1600/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPhnTdP4eKc/Ta-m5bqlqPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/DQFhIUWjJo8/s320/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597876367453956338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTcxeYTQL5s/Ta-m5chosmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Kx8BgXZDIzk/s1600/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTcxeYTQL5s/Ta-m5chosmI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Kx8BgXZDIzk/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597876367684842082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was performing surgery and we have another Schow vet in the making.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6932228374817288770?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6932228374817288770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/poor-pillow-pet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6932228374817288770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6932228374817288770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/poor-pillow-pet.html' title='Poor Pillow Pet'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPhnTdP4eKc/Ta-m5bqlqPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/DQFhIUWjJo8/s72-c/DSC02623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8628534468332001027</id><published>2011-04-27T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:44:00.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks!</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to say this baby is still cooking.  I'm at that point in pregnancy that I'm showing enough to be big and pregnant...but it's still cute and not too awkward or uncomfortable.  I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts because I know what is coming-and it is definitely not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling Caden that the baby will grow bigger and bigger until it's ready to come out of my tummy.  "It will grow up to your neck?" he asked. "It will grow down to your knees?" &lt;br /&gt;So I explained that no, it won't go to my neck or knees, my tummy will just get bigger.  "Your tummy will get bigger and bigger, and then it will pop," he confirmed. That's one way to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the first question people ask me is, "Is it a boy or a girl" and when I tell them we're not finding out til July when the baby gets here, the response is the same a majority of the time. "I always wanted to do that--but I'm too anal."  I'm really surprised at the number of self-proclaimed anal people there are in the world!  (Not that I don't have my issues--just ask my mom about underwear shopping with me when I was 7 years old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question is, "Well what do you think it is?" or "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I found out I was pregnant, I thought it was a boy.  &lt;br /&gt;Beginning when Chad announced, "It's a boy" and Caden was put in my arms, my life has been devoted to raising a little boy.  It's all I know. I love it.  I am so happy with geotracks and Spider-man books.  I want to do it forever.  Besides, I once loved a boy enough that I didn't want to live without him, and so we got married.  I'm just a fan of the boys in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Chad came home one day and said, "I think we need to be discussing boy names.  I'm pretty sure it's a boy."  I bought a new boy outfit at Target so he'd have something to wear home from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we started announcing it to people.  The first thing my mom said was, "I can't wait to have a new grand daughter!"  She's been right 9/10 times with the grandkids, and has earned her credibility.  My mom and sister began sending me tiny, pink, ruffly outfits in the mail.  And we got so many, "It's a girl--I just know it!" comments that I began to get excited.  I made a bag of darling hair bows.  I looked through boxes of my SIL's girl clothes--and died at the cuteness.  There was an entire box dedicated to shoes. Shoes!!  Ballet slippers, jellies, sandals.  I spent the week in UT loving all my nieces, and the idea of a little girl grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day my mom called me to say, "I'm not feeling so positive about saying it's a girl. Maybe it's a boy."  And within the week Chad mentioned, "All week long I've been saying "she" about the baby--so maybe it's a girl."  &lt;br /&gt;And I took the boy outfit back to Target, and gave the bag of hair bows to my sister for my darling niece.  But instead of feeling disappointed, I just feel more excited.  It's a boy! It's a girl! I can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll spend the next 10 weeks dreaming of dollies and jelly sandals or tractors and trains- knowing that whatever comes out- I will love it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoHuB1K1DwY/Tb8RXaY8yvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ALSwCwY-cmw/s1600/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoHuB1K1DwY/Tb8RXaY8yvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ALSwCwY-cmw/s320/DSC02653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602215555390819058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1B3VZnt-FE/Tb8R8aeZqVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/E7kZikG89dc/s1600/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1B3VZnt-FE/Tb8R8aeZqVI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/E7kZikG89dc/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602216191068842322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to my friend, Jenn, for sending a new fun dress!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8628534468332001027?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8628534468332001027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-weeks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8628534468332001027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8628534468332001027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoHuB1K1DwY/Tb8RXaY8yvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ALSwCwY-cmw/s72-c/DSC02653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-854966178236564202</id><published>2011-04-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:23:00.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bug</title><content type='html'>Caden has turned into such a little love bug!  When we were in Utah, he had hugs for everyone. His favorite thing is to give "muv attacks".  He came up with it one Sunday afternoon and it continues.  It just consists of lots of hugs and kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5D4HnR4N3A/Ta-ldc6QeAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/WhQs4QASlgs/s1600/DSC02520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5D4HnR4N3A/Ta-ldc6QeAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/WhQs4QASlgs/s320/DSC02520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597874787240146946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the beginning of my pregnancy if I was ever not feeling well, he'd snuggle or rub my back.  I love being taken care of by my little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAQbBwFtkuA/Ta-ldB4ZtJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/eWIs0CIX2oI/s1600/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAQbBwFtkuA/Ta-ldB4ZtJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/eWIs0CIX2oI/s320/DSC02509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597874779984606354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden's favorite thing is when we are all together.  He calls Chad and I "You guys" or "Momadad" like we're one person.  If Caden and I are laying in bed while Chad is home, he begs and begs Chad to come lay by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icnbcZ5WWzE/Ta-ldksJX-I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/m1HyPDvBi-I/s1600/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icnbcZ5WWzE/Ta-ldksJX-I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/m1HyPDvBi-I/s320/DSC02522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597874789328445410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-854966178236564202?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/854966178236564202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-bug.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/854966178236564202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/854966178236564202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-bug.html' title='Love Bug'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5D4HnR4N3A/Ta-ldc6QeAI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/WhQs4QASlgs/s72-c/DSC02520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1019902470491902266</id><published>2011-04-22T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:26:00.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>We drove to UT to surprise Chad's dad, Norm, for his 60th birthday party. Chad's brother Chris also flew in from Portland so all of the family was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy took Norm to a cabin up the canyon and we all showed up a few hours later.  I think Norm was initially confused about the whole thing, but of course excited to see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kySMWk4g6Hs/Ta9TtAs82eI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ocjp7Fiub2Y/s1600/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kySMWk4g6Hs/Ta9TtAs82eI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ocjp7Fiub2Y/s320/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784894592571874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2YZeI6Dv0E/Ta9TtPRgruI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kLsNbTqPl9A/s1600/DSC02597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2YZeI6Dv0E/Ta9TtPRgruI/AAAAAAAAA5o/kLsNbTqPl9A/s320/DSC02597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784898504011490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNm-OUi_J6M/Ta9Th7AnUUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/xPOTYzxh1Sk/s1600/DSC02594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNm-OUi_J6M/Ta9Th7AnUUI/AAAAAAAAA5g/xPOTYzxh1Sk/s320/DSC02594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784704085872962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing I miss about not living in Utah is that Caden doesn't get to see his cousins and grandparents very often.  He was deliriously happy to have so many people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--m3HrcLpYtM/Ta9Thawl9VI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sKmHQqgnawk/s1600/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--m3HrcLpYtM/Ta9Thawl9VI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sKmHQqgnawk/s320/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784695428740434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRK0NuDRhXM/Ta9ThBY_zAI/AAAAAAAAA5I/0b1YMlhRCgs/s1600/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRK0NuDRhXM/Ta9ThBY_zAI/AAAAAAAAA5I/0b1YMlhRCgs/s320/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784688618884098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norm's birthday is on April Fool's Day.  Jokes are a big deal in their family, and this year Christine had a good one.  She was in charge of bringing pizza and showed up with a few boxes of Little Ceaser's 5.00 carry out.  Chris even asked her, "What's with this pizza?  I thought you would get us something better!"  And she explained about long lines, a crazy day, etc.  Inside was actually the Pie Pizza and she had several more waiting in the car.  It was pretty funny because Christine knew Chad had been hoping for weeks to have his favorite Utah dinner that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dx8B6grQMcA/Ta9Tg8isxnI/AAAAAAAAA5A/IF764EuT5-U/s1600/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dx8B6grQMcA/Ta9Tg8isxnI/AAAAAAAAA5A/IF764EuT5-U/s320/DSC02563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784687317403250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minute to win-it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsro9SWuEfQ/Ta9Ttmpar7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/e7XTPVaCYzI/s1600/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsro9SWuEfQ/Ta9Ttmpar7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/e7XTPVaCYzI/s320/DSC02589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784904778297266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_EHfdK42GU/Ta9TtWlDR4I/AAAAAAAAA54/c4t40iQ1_W8/s1600/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_EHfdK42GU/Ta9TtWlDR4I/AAAAAAAAA54/c4t40iQ1_W8/s320/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784900465018754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden was seriously into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLwEXldMEvI/Ta9ThjkBg-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Yh-Zawgjze0/s1600/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLwEXldMEvI/Ta9ThjkBg-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Yh-Zawgjze0/s320/DSC02585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597784697791939554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1019902470491902266?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1019902470491902266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/utah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1019902470491902266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1019902470491902266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/utah.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kySMWk4g6Hs/Ta9TtAs82eI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ocjp7Fiub2Y/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4705480151972242037</id><published>2011-04-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:26:16.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAPdX1Hi0ys/Ta9OgXDpkpI/AAAAAAAAA44/1XaYpZjrEns/s1600/DSC02551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAPdX1Hi0ys/Ta9OgXDpkpI/AAAAAAAAA44/1XaYpZjrEns/s320/DSC02551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597779179696919186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkOE0X3mUdI/Ta9OgNSKyFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/PAVtC-OY0eQ/s1600/DSC02549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkOE0X3mUdI/Ta9OgNSKyFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/PAVtC-OY0eQ/s320/DSC02549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597779177073461330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7_MHOppAag/Ta9OWtsRb_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Qp_l2Lsprlo/s1600/DSC02547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7_MHOppAag/Ta9OWtsRb_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/Qp_l2Lsprlo/s320/DSC02547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597779013974192114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb5o5ZSdqrQ/Ta9OWhi67HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LV4jy55gYWM/s1600/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb5o5ZSdqrQ/Ta9OWhi67HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LV4jy55gYWM/s320/DSC02546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597779010713742450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgHWGb7aCPQ/Ta9OWQ6W5II/AAAAAAAAA4Y/B_mispk-NSg/s1600/DSC02536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgHWGb7aCPQ/Ta9OWQ6W5II/AAAAAAAAA4Y/B_mispk-NSg/s320/DSC02536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597779006248641666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVAgKB3yJAY/Ta9OWBDD67I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CgMvoooudMY/s1600/DSC02533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVAgKB3yJAY/Ta9OWBDD67I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CgMvoooudMY/s320/DSC02533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597779001990179762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxCIM_y_c_4/Ta9OV3TClHI/AAAAAAAAA4I/euwuuwtN6r0/s1600/DSC02531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxCIM_y_c_4/Ta9OV3TClHI/AAAAAAAAA4I/euwuuwtN6r0/s320/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597778999372846194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Chad's Spring Break, we took an overnight camping trip to a spot not far from our house.  I was really surprised at how beautiful it was up there.  The campground was empty, which we thought was great.  However, the sun went down shortly after we arrived and I realized why no one was there...it was freezing!  On top of that, I'd forgotten my coat.  Chad didn't have a coat either, but that was on purpose--he didn't need one.  He kindly donated his wool socks and extra sweatshirt to me (though what was he supposed to do when I came out of the tent wearing them?)&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, cold night--I spent most of it awake worrying about Caden being too cold and debating if I had to go to the bathroom bad enough to leave my sleeping bag.  Poor Chad was in a light summer sleeping bag, and ended up climbing in with Caden at six a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Chad and Cade got up to make us breakfast and I got in Caden's bag.  Suddenly I couldn't believe I'd spent any time/energy/sleep worrying if he was warm enough--he was definitely sleeping in luxury using Chad's brand new bag!  No wonder he was so bright eyed and cheery.  &lt;br /&gt;We debated staying another night but ended up leaving after lunch.  As soon as we got home a downpour began, and we found out there was snow where we'd been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4705480151972242037?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4705480151972242037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/camping.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4705480151972242037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4705480151972242037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/04/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAPdX1Hi0ys/Ta9OgXDpkpI/AAAAAAAAA44/1XaYpZjrEns/s72-c/DSC02551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2617661246953335846</id><published>2011-03-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:29:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Handsome Boy</title><content type='html'>Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these church clothes our friends from Brazil, the Tavernaris, sent us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VN9NxMBG3Ik/TYYatXo6XPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zplSsBp5VMs/s1600/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VN9NxMBG3Ik/TYYatXo6XPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zplSsBp5VMs/s320/DSC02420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181754541726962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfRyuWT94tA/TYYas0kQVgI/AAAAAAAAA3E/jyCzNQouh1k/s1600/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfRyuWT94tA/TYYas0kQVgI/AAAAAAAAA3E/jyCzNQouh1k/s320/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181745126954498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvoTVT977E/TYYaslALwLI/AAAAAAAAA28/cxQqWq5d_4U/s1600/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvoTVT977E/TYYaslALwLI/AAAAAAAAA28/cxQqWq5d_4U/s320/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181740949127346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Caden looks less than thrilled--that's just how it is when church is during naptime. I have some pictures of him smiling this day, but these faces sum up our Sundays of no naps.  But don't the suspenders and matching tie kill you?  Thank you Thelma and Roberto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up after church, I had to take advantage of the cuteness with some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zUp2T7bmnq4/TYYauAQK6YI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rau8Kl8-Okg/s1600/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zUp2T7bmnq4/TYYauAQK6YI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rau8Kl8-Okg/s320/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181765443807618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzSFSJBrFUI/TYYa01FgPNI/AAAAAAAAA30/NgAUI5eFS5Y/s1600/DSC02493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzSFSJBrFUI/TYYa01FgPNI/AAAAAAAAA30/NgAUI5eFS5Y/s320/DSC02493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181882705362130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1q0C9iBoHg4/TYYatkVgZwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0mzfRme9O6k/s1600/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1q0C9iBoHg4/TYYatkVgZwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0mzfRme9O6k/s320/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181757949994754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6wUKVycnAU/TYYc87iEsmI/AAAAAAAAA38/wkTLdXXG5mM/s1600/DSC02455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6wUKVycnAU/TYYc87iEsmI/AAAAAAAAA38/wkTLdXXG5mM/s320/DSC02455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586184220898013794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we got some good ones, but this one cracks me up.  He was yelling here, " No mom! I'm all done! Take it off!  Take it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93KqWts5IoU/TYYa0o42-QI/AAAAAAAAA3s/PT4EquYgOPs/s1600/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93KqWts5IoU/TYYa0o42-QI/AAAAAAAAA3s/PT4EquYgOPs/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586181879431100674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2617661246953335846?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2617661246953335846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-handsome-boy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2617661246953335846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2617661246953335846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-handsome-boy.html' title='My Handsome Boy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VN9NxMBG3Ik/TYYatXo6XPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zplSsBp5VMs/s72-c/DSC02420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2826568857871970697</id><published>2011-03-20T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:17:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa came to play</title><content type='html'>On their way to a private beach and fancy resort in Mexico, my parents had a lay over in LA. After some convincing, my dad changed their tickets to a 3 day layover instead of 3 hour.  For them, we were a short pit stop on the way to a grand vacation.  For us, it was a weekend we looked forward to all month-especially because it was the weekend before Chad's exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Caden if he'd rather have Santa or a grandpa come visit, he didn't even have to think about it, "Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oUYZUn-3Tc/TYYWokSzpDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7ix070EwSyk/s1600/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oUYZUn-3Tc/TYYWokSzpDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7ix070EwSyk/s320/DSC02398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586177273992815666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad kept saying before they came, "All we want to do is relax.  Just sit by the pool, hang out, relax."  Yeah, right.  I knew better.  My dad can only "relax" when doing projects, of which he found about 15 to do around my house. Knowing my dad like I do, my sister told me to find the smallest paint brush I could then let him touch up all the walls in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first morning, he walked around my house inspecting, then came to me with a list of requests: a caulk gun, a razor, a screw driver, etc.  After a few trips to Lowe's, he was set.  Between trips to the park, BYU basketball, Bass Pro Shop, and outlet shopping, my dad was working, most of the time with a 2 year old helper in tow.  His projects ranged from re-caulking our kitchen cupboards to peeling the price stickers off the bottom of shelves we have hanging in our living room (things like that drive him crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuZSqE4WJbE/TYYWoz_BFEI/AAAAAAAAA20/XNjcf8CKRwo/s1600/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuZSqE4WJbE/TYYWoz_BFEI/AAAAAAAAA20/XNjcf8CKRwo/s320/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586177278204777538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while my mom and I chatted, ate the bags of cadbury eggs she brought me, watched movies and did the real relaxing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we dropped them off at the airport, it was a sad good-bye.  I was trying to put Caden back into the car after he'd given good-bye hugs, but he squirmed free to run back to his grandma again...throwing his arms around her legs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already coming up with a new project to do list for next time my parents come in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2826568857871970697?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2826568857871970697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandma-and-grandpa-came-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2826568857871970697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2826568857871970697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandma-and-grandpa-came-to-play.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa came to play'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oUYZUn-3Tc/TYYWokSzpDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7ix070EwSyk/s72-c/DSC02398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4567109989551272605</id><published>2011-03-04T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:06:00.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden says</title><content type='html'>To tell my parents we're expecting another baby, I whispered to Caden to tell Grandma there's a baby in his mom's tummy.  He immediately lifted up my shirt to check it out.  Seeing nothing there, he must have figured I got it wrong.  He whispered to my mom, "There's a baby in Mary's tummy."  I was just happy that our repetitive nativity acting during FHE paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now loves the words "probably" and "actually"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Caden, it's time to get in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;Caden: No, I probably OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to church (he was wearing a sweater vest over a collared shirt) "Actually, mom, I have a big problem.  I forgot my tie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he was talking about being a good guy who saves the day.  I said, "I'm going to save the day."&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "No, mom. I save the day.  And...you're a girl. I a boy-I save the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to visit this weekend.  I came downstairs one morning to find him reclined, with his legs up on the couch, eating a piece of bread.  Every few bites, he'd pull a piece off, announce "garbage" and throw it on the ground.  What shocked me even more is that my mom commenced to pick up each of these pieces and throw them away for him!  It was a rough awakening for him when grandma wasn't around to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and Caden are buddies.  At one point (it may have been when Cade was eating my dad's chocolate raisins for breakfast), my dad called to me from the other room, "Michelle? Can you come in here and tell him no?  He keeps asking me, 'please, please, please, grandpa' and I can't turn him down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I'm loving right now is how Caden greets everybody.  At the park, the library, the grocery store, he says, "Hey!  You want to know my name?  Caden Wallace Schow.  I'm 2."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And playing with a toy dragon he said, "Your name is Bad Dragon Wallace Schow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7ib07SG4QQ/TXF8h8zCJLI/AAAAAAAAA2I/A_aDRsllnrU/s1600/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7ib07SG4QQ/TXF8h8zCJLI/AAAAAAAAA2I/A_aDRsllnrU/s320/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580378335986459826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQFGG8dh1Oo/TXF8hZY7sxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Ls4XsBicBWw/s1600/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQFGG8dh1Oo/TXF8hZY7sxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/Ls4XsBicBWw/s320/DSC02216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580378326481744658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4567109989551272605?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4567109989551272605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/03/caden-says.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4567109989551272605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4567109989551272605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/03/caden-says.html' title='Caden says'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7ib07SG4QQ/TXF8h8zCJLI/AAAAAAAAA2I/A_aDRsllnrU/s72-c/DSC02220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1984640937362531974</id><published>2011-02-15T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:01:00.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobbles</title><content type='html'>In the shower, in the car, at the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5QAxddTI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Ecw48DMlAcQ/s1600/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5QAxddTI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Ecw48DMlAcQ/s320/DSC02370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860111235577138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DH9Xi5ViBw?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DH9Xi5ViBw?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1984640937362531974?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1984640937362531974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/gobbles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1984640937362531974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1984640937362531974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/gobbles.html' title='Gobbles'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5QAxddTI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Ecw48DMlAcQ/s72-c/DSC02370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-439847923985130462</id><published>2011-02-13T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:06:00.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Caden was sick. He took a seven hour nap and still went to bed at 8:00 that night!  When I called him upstairs to get in the bath, he never came. I checked a few minutes later and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM6RQrl5aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Zzmsn48znUE/s1600/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM6RQrl5aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Zzmsn48znUE/s320/DSC02368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571861232197428642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM6RLBsSjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/QgYDGOasVOg/s1600/DSC02367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM6RLBsSjI/AAAAAAAAA0U/QgYDGOasVOg/s320/DSC02367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571861230679509554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy fell asleep on the stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallons of gatorade, four hot baths a day and hours of snuggling later-he is finally feeling better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-439847923985130462?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/439847923985130462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/439847923985130462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/439847923985130462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM6RQrl5aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Zzmsn48znUE/s72-c/DSC02368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7603522950797183912</id><published>2011-02-11T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:03:00.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5naASwXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sA2Pdz083dw/s1600/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5naASwXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sA2Pdz083dw/s320/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860513145667954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5nKnhRQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/536HsdvslY4/s1600/DSC02275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5nKnhRQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/536HsdvslY4/s320/DSC02275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860509015229698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vs_q-zkoALs/TVM5m6x5CBI/AAAAAAAAAz8/pmjKO3SWcVM/s1600/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vs_q-zkoALs/TVM5m6x5CBI/AAAAAAAAAz8/pmjKO3SWcVM/s320/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860504763762706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad even came this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rT60XbcaCqs/TVM5m1-hU4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/-JjE2XYfv8w/s1600/DSC02264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rT60XbcaCqs/TVM5m1-hU4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/-JjE2XYfv8w/s320/DSC02264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571860503474557826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with Caden doing gymnastics...he thinks he can swing from or jump off anything.  The other day he dragged a chair into the closet and was swinging from the bar.  When I told him to get down he informed me he was doing his exercises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7603522950797183912?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7603522950797183912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/gymnastics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7603522950797183912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7603522950797183912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM5naASwXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/sA2Pdz083dw/s72-c/DSC02279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8596972820690737457</id><published>2011-02-09T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:30:45.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my craft on.</title><content type='html'>My favorite jeans got a hole in the knee.  I turned them into maternity cut-offs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9OEDhNwI/AAAAAAAAA08/odk4ScFnHJQ/s1600/DSC02388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9OEDhNwI/AAAAAAAAA08/odk4ScFnHJQ/s320/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864475803399938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas I got the quilting foot attachment for my sewing machine.  Of course the first project I attempted was a huge quilt that I pieced together last October.  Not bad for my first ever quilting attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9NsVGNII/AAAAAAAAA00/O9AAOewqtA8/s1600/DSC02387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9NsVGNII/AAAAAAAAA00/O9AAOewqtA8/s320/DSC02387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864469434676354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9NoLLyQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lokKbXWLoCM/s1600/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9NoLLyQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lokKbXWLoCM/s320/DSC02384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864468319357186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to make some single flannel receiving blankets.  I just folded the edge twice and quilted around the border to hold it down. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyBb1DbfLK4/TVM9NVXtutI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aYl8ZfySXP8/s1600/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyBb1DbfLK4/TVM9NVXtutI/AAAAAAAAA0k/aYl8ZfySXP8/s320/DSC02382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864463271639762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird pillow I made last fall, but when my friend Nicole was in town she helped me make the puffy yarn ball pillow.  We had so much fun making it and I love how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9OYNS_pI/AAAAAAAAA1E/magssye6-bg/s1600/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9OYNS_pI/AAAAAAAAA1E/magssye6-bg/s320/DSC02389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864481213120146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Nicole and I's todo list was hot pads. We ran out of time and I had to finish this project solo.  The blue is made out of home decor fabric...it's almost like canvas.  The yellow pocket is just simple cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9a2b-fcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YhJyPXI4Q94/s1600/DSC02390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9a2b-fcI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YhJyPXI4Q94/s320/DSC02390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864695486184898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Valentine's decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9beRUc4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/kBgmFScBYPc/s1600/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9beRUc4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/kBgmFScBYPc/s320/DSC02392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864706178904962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9bDXR6_I/AAAAAAAAA1U/8LnOm1VhIoc/s1600/DSC02391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9bDXR6_I/AAAAAAAAA1U/8LnOm1VhIoc/s320/DSC02391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571864698956147698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8596972820690737457?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8596972820690737457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-my-craft-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8596972820690737457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8596972820690737457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-my-craft-on.html' title='Getting my craft on.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TVM9OEDhNwI/AAAAAAAAA08/odk4ScFnHJQ/s72-c/DSC02388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5777738707675187898</id><published>2011-01-28T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:17:51.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden Loves Jelly Beans!</title><content type='html'>Caden loves his jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqiYcIfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KDv5tUoPPpg/s1600/Beans8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqiYcIfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KDv5tUoPPpg/s320/Beans8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567269006376444402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqfijQ8I/AAAAAAAAAzI/U4V3Di29TkI/s1600/Beans5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqfijQ8I/AAAAAAAAAzI/U4V3Di29TkI/s320/Beans5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567269005613548482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to eat jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqMiRdwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/zde5Zxr-tBA/s1600/Beans7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqMiRdwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/zde5Zxr-tBA/s320/Beans7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567269000512108290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpfp8oYSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vh2KNOoj-Lo/s1600/Beans4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpfp8oYSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/vh2KNOoj-Lo/s320/Beans4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567268819428729122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to share jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpp8JaeyI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ZPDtsb5iJUY/s1600/Beans6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpp8JaeyI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ZPDtsb5iJUY/s320/Beans6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567268996112874274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to organize jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpfSmkWFI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kDgdkCiJlyc/s1600/Beans3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpfSmkWFI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kDgdkCiJlyc/s320/Beans3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567268813162174546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpfArPJMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/toQdccZ0YmY/s1600/Beans2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpfArPJMI/AAAAAAAAAyg/toQdccZ0YmY/s320/Beans2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567268808349918402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves to spill the beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpe7ydSpI/AAAAAAAAAyY/yv-UP86d_9w/s1600/Beans1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpe7ydSpI/AAAAAAAAAyY/yv-UP86d_9w/s320/Beans1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567268807038028434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpe8V0ZrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Y2LeTnl7iQ8/s1600/Beans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpe8V0ZrI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Y2LeTnl7iQ8/s320/Beans.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567268807186343602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5777738707675187898?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5777738707675187898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/caden-loves-jelly-beans.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5777738707675187898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5777738707675187898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/caden-loves-jelly-beans.html' title='Caden Loves Jelly Beans!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TULpqiYcIfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KDv5tUoPPpg/s72-c/Beans8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4802437762690984958</id><published>2011-01-20T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:19:23.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden says</title><content type='html'>The other day I was looking up a recipe online and Caden was trying to get my attention.  Finally he said, "Honey?  Honey!  I need you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he calls Chad by name.  "Chad?  Where are you?"  "Chad-come here." "Chad, I need help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Caden was supposed to be taking a nap while I was gone.  He kept calling Chad-saying he was coughing so he couldn't sleep. Finally Chad let him come downstairs where they watched football together.  &lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Caden wouldn't lay down for a nap.  I went in to him and after a fake cough he said, "Dad say if I cough I can watch football game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find our portable heater and Caden and I wanted it while we ate breakfast.  I told him I'd call Chad to ask where it was and he said, "Wait! Stop! I know where it is."  He took my hand and led me to the corner of the garage where it was stored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also so good at finding my phone.  If it rings, he finds it and brings it to me.  Or if it rings while I'm in the shower, he tells me so as soon as I get out.  Considering I don't keep track of anything, it's nice to have him around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he talks on the phone to his grandparents, cousins, or especially Chad, when it's time to say good-bye he kisses the screen.  He thinks you can see things through the screen.  For example, when he was telling Morgan about his foot the other day, he kept putting the phone on his foot trying to show her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4802437762690984958?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4802437762690984958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/caden-says.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4802437762690984958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4802437762690984958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/caden-says.html' title='Caden says'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7954947908780048905</id><published>2011-01-16T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:10:00.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Eat Pete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41yDgNJVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hilYzDmLYyU/s1600/Pete1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41yDgNJVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hilYzDmLYyU/s320/Pete1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561441723899258194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41xwJLJGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ggrX74mbbmA/s1600/Pete4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41xwJLJGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ggrX74mbbmA/s320/Pete4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561441718702384226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41xtiF0DI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rRhdAZ-QI58/s1600/Pete3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41xtiF0DI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rRhdAZ-QI58/s320/Pete3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561441718001586226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41xfkGFYI/AAAAAAAAAxI/AQi66WVXV_o/s1600/Pete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41xfkGFYI/AAAAAAAAAxI/AQi66WVXV_o/s320/Pete.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561441714251896194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden's new favorite game is "Don't Eat Pete." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he can't stand the surprise!  As soon as Chad or I come back in to the room, he has to show us which one to pick.  No matter what we tell him, he can't keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to annunciate a little better, though.  Later that night, Caden told Chad, "Don't eat Pete...and don't eat Pooh Poohs!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7954947908780048905?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7954947908780048905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-eat-pete.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7954947908780048905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7954947908780048905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-eat-pete.html' title='Don&apos;t Eat Pete'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS41yDgNJVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/hilYzDmLYyU/s72-c/Pete1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6076649313706452673</id><published>2011-01-14T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:03:37.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40NR_klnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SCddCcfzeE4/s1600/Pumpkin7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40NR_klnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SCddCcfzeE4/s320/Pumpkin7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439992622126706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40M9eO1sI/AAAAAAAAAww/AKtJdeuNBcA/s1600/Pumpkin9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40M9eO1sI/AAAAAAAAAww/AKtJdeuNBcA/s320/Pumpkin9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439987113580226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids comparing their stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40MhxhLLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/9k1VhF6A3Rw/s1600/Pumpkin3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40MhxhLLI/AAAAAAAAAwo/9k1VhF6A3Rw/s320/Pumpkin3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439979678280882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40MlJl43I/AAAAAAAAAwg/H_a2-FU-j5U/s1600/Pumpkin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40MlJl43I/AAAAAAAAAwg/H_a2-FU-j5U/s320/Pumpkin1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439980584559474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were too cute not to post.  Even if it did happen last October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40NGmF_eI/AAAAAAAAAw4/YltfPCDJUJY/s1600/Pumpkin5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40NGmF_eI/AAAAAAAAAw4/YltfPCDJUJY/s320/Pumpkin5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439989562473954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden kept spinning and spinning on this ride. Sean wasn't too excited about it.  That night when I asked Caden, "Did you have fun at Pumpkin Patch today?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first response was, "Sean was crying."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no...why was he crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go too fast and not stop spinning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Sean!  We understand if you want to ride in another bucket next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6076649313706452673?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6076649313706452673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6076649313706452673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6076649313706452673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS40NR_klnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SCddCcfzeE4/s72-c/Pumpkin7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4243749149836313734</id><published>2011-01-12T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:06:12.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey and Sammy</title><content type='html'>When we very first moved in, Caden and I found ourselves having some lonely days unpacking in a big empty house.  One afternoon, we heard someone playing and went outside to meet some neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we met Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Caden was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he met her big sister Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he realized that he could love two darling girls at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained it to Chad like this: If Caden was watching Little Einsteins, eating a Spiderman popsicle, playing with his train set, and doing a paint project and Sammy or Audrey were outside...he'd drop everything and run to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday we heard them outside and Caden went running with no shoes or pants on to see them.  They always have something for him: a bouncy ball, fruit snacks, a silly band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey was the one who rescued us when Caden tipped over a jar that had a black widow in it that shattered all over our porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is about Sammy and Audrey.  If I tell Caden, "I have a surprise for you."  He'll ask me, "Sammy, Audrey coming?"  The other day he was pounding his hammer.  I asked him what he was making and he said, "A house for Sammy/Audrey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't be happier. Sammy and Audrey are polite, responsible, fun and SO kind to Caden.  As soon as I tell Caden it's time for dinner, they pick up all his toys and bring him home.  Chad tried to break the news to me the other day, "You know...Audrey might get older and not want to be such good friends with you and Caden."  I'm not sure we could face that day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a little brother Mitchell who is a year younger than Caden and I think as he gets older, he and Caden will become buddies.  Sammy and Audrey's parents are the kind of neighbors who invite us over for Sunday BBQs or an afternoon dessert when they have extra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zhOmO3eI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_n9AGFOBfKI/s1600/sami%2Baudrey3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zhOmO3eI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_n9AGFOBfKI/s320/sami%2Baudrey3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439235796295138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zgo2-5CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/iG8DloXzG5o/s1600/samiaudrey4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zgo2-5CI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/iG8DloXzG5o/s320/samiaudrey4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439225666004002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zgYCdDXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SMu9iJhaF0Y/s1600/sami%2Baudrey2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zgYCdDXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SMu9iJhaF0Y/s320/sami%2Baudrey2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439221150715250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zgHs9O1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/eU8tlF8LjH0/s1600/SamiAudrey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zgHs9O1I/AAAAAAAAAwA/eU8tlF8LjH0/s320/SamiAudrey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561439216765582162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4243749149836313734?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4243749149836313734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/audrey-and-sammy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4243749149836313734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4243749149836313734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2011/01/audrey-and-sammy.html' title='Audrey and Sammy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TS4zhOmO3eI/AAAAAAAAAwY/_n9AGFOBfKI/s72-c/sami%2Baudrey3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2986212816436398557</id><published>2010-11-28T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:54:00.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"studying"</title><content type='html'>One night I asked Chad to please sit on the porch and study while Caden played outside so I could get dinner made.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgpUPJd8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/2_f_h7x1-4A/s1600/Bike5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgpUPJd8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/2_f_h7x1-4A/s320/Bike5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540378229518989250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And upon further investigation this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgpYeoY6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/EQlo3eoUOGU/s1600/bike4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgpYeoY6I/AAAAAAAAAvc/EQlo3eoUOGU/s320/bike4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540378230657672098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgosr_QKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ONe4IjP4-aU/s1600/bike3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgosr_QKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ONe4IjP4-aU/s320/bike3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540378218902536354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgoufTnAI/AAAAAAAAAvM/InSIDlhzC5M/s1600/bike2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgoufTnAI/AAAAAAAAAvM/InSIDlhzC5M/s320/bike2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540378219386215426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgoQNqo1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/xMPeKcawDUA/s1600/bike1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgoQNqo1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/xMPeKcawDUA/s320/bike1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540378211259163474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight was burned by two boys who love to play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the books can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2986212816436398557?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2986212816436398557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/studying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2986212816436398557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2986212816436398557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/studying.html' title='&quot;studying&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONgpUPJd8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/2_f_h7x1-4A/s72-c/Bike5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-413184180890610703</id><published>2010-11-25T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:58:00.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>Caden has taken to asking me a hundred times a day, "Mom? What are you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the car and he asks this, I respond, "What do you think I'm doing?" And every time, he questions back hopefully, "Going to Colby's house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONhbmXka4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FwbF1NulXVI/s1600/colby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONhbmXka4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FwbF1NulXVI/s320/colby2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540379093379607426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONhbWfsHOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/m_nzd21Kpnw/s1600/colby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONhbWfsHOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/m_nzd21Kpnw/s320/colby1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540379089118698722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love having Colby (and his brother Ethan) over to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-413184180890610703?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/413184180890610703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/buddies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/413184180890610703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/413184180890610703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONhbmXka4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/FwbF1NulXVI/s72-c/colby2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7037759100021657124</id><published>2010-11-23T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:58:24.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden says</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Caden is sensitive.  Once he was helping me in the kitchen and dropped two eggs on the floor.  After they shattered, he cried for over an hour.  I could not get him to stop screaming.  Because of this we say around our house a lot, "Don't worry.  It's not a big deal."  &lt;br /&gt;This backfired on me the other day when I asked him to take off his dirty shoes as he was climbing up to sit by me on the couch.  "Don't worry, mom.  It's no big deal," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the car today Chad and I were teaching him "Who took the cookies from the cookie jar."  After going through daddy, mommy, we said, "Caden took the cookies from the cookie jar." Instead of the prompted, "Who me?"  He solemnly told us, "I made a bad choice."  Apparently he didn't get that we were pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he told me his first ever made up story.  It started when Caden and I were sitting on the couch and a spider crawled on the pillow.  Chad took the pillow to the hardwood floor, Caden brought him a tissue and Chad killed the spider.  Simple enough?  &lt;br /&gt;We have relived this story over and over.  Caden always wants to talk about it, retell it, or act it out.  One day we were going over it yet again when Caden added his own piece to the story, "The spider say, 'No! No mash me.  I a nice spider!'"  I loved his first ever piece of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while eating dinner I took a break to tell Chad a story.  Caden felt it his job to warn me, "Mom, the bad guys are going to come eat your dinner."  Where does he come up with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7037759100021657124?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7037759100021657124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/caden-says.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7037759100021657124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7037759100021657124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/caden-says.html' title='Caden says'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5052983415848235125</id><published>2010-11-21T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:35:22.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9748taI/AAAAAAAAAu8/CxyUaa3bNaA/s1600/cry3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9748taI/AAAAAAAAAu8/CxyUaa3bNaA/s320/cry3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540377484249052578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9xHAiEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/vPDiB6CGN6I/s1600/cry2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9xHAiEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/vPDiB6CGN6I/s320/cry2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540377481355233346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9vxfVGI/AAAAAAAAAus/YLbMzoeD_xk/s1600/Cry1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9vxfVGI/AAAAAAAAAus/YLbMzoeD_xk/s320/Cry1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540377480996541538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, he's two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5052983415848235125?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5052983415848235125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/tantrum.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5052983415848235125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5052983415848235125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/tantrum.html' title='Tantrum.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONf9748taI/AAAAAAAAAu8/CxyUaa3bNaA/s72-c/cry3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7088547033736082029</id><published>2010-11-16T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:14:52.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schow Halloween</title><content type='html'>When Caden and I went to UT during October, the Schow family Halloween party was at the top of our to-do list.  Norm and Cindy know how to throw a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe2N5X4gI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jU0aiXycoaA/s1600/Hallow9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe2N5X4gI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jU0aiXycoaA/s320/Hallow9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540376252132090370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe1x5rNtI/AAAAAAAAAuU/d-3DDHs2-8E/s1600/Hallow8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe1x5rNtI/AAAAAAAAAuU/d-3DDHs2-8E/s320/Hallow8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540376244617164498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe1i03yZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/LnaymAqoPyg/s1600/Hallow7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe1i03yZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/LnaymAqoPyg/s320/Hallow7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540376240570485138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the decorations were spooky and the food fabulous, I think Caden and my favorite times were getting to spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONedGz4T-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/_ukS9-LFUYM/s1600/Hallow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONedGz4T-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/_ukS9-LFUYM/s320/Hallow1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540375820733272034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONeeGs5N3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZWup_hiRZ-U/s1600/Hallow5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONeeGs5N3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZWup_hiRZ-U/s320/Hallow5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540375837883840370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONedTwTEVI/AAAAAAAAAts/KiLfHaW-uk4/s1600/Hallow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONedTwTEVI/AAAAAAAAAts/KiLfHaW-uk4/s320/Hallow3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540375824207909202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONedbLmYMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/xIPpMvy2-jQ/s1600/Hallow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONedbLmYMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/xIPpMvy2-jQ/s320/Hallow2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540375826201469122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Halloween village is like nothing I've ever seen.  The flying witches, dancing ghosts, full moon and vampires provide hours of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe2bP-i5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PHWy1xsii6o/s1600/Hallow10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe2bP-i5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PHWy1xsii6o/s320/Hallow10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540376255716559762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe1NGkeAI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sV5Crt6ybOI/s1600/Hallow6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe1NGkeAI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sV5Crt6ybOI/s320/Hallow6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540376234739136514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a troll. Or a Who.  Or just scary...depending on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONed88tewI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FnNwrk5ShZo/s1600/Hallow4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONed88tewI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FnNwrk5ShZo/s320/Hallow4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540375835265825538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7088547033736082029?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7088547033736082029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/schow-halloween.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7088547033736082029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7088547033736082029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/11/schow-halloween.html' title='Schow Halloween'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TONe2N5X4gI/AAAAAAAAAuc/jU0aiXycoaA/s72-c/Hallow9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-3918881879765673141</id><published>2010-09-27T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:01:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of Cade</title><content type='html'>One rainy, thunderstorm day this summer the cousins were going crazy at Grandma Gourley's house during a family BBQ.  The ever lenient grandma decided to let the kids out to play in the water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENhDP89II/AAAAAAAAAsQ/u4J9uEQZcAI/s1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENhDP89II/AAAAAAAAAsQ/u4J9uEQZcAI/s320/water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709479591998594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMiMX4w6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/U8DnCPwNlHw/s1600/Cade+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMiMX4w6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/U8DnCPwNlHw/s320/Cade+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708399709438882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMwU2LPuI/AAAAAAAAArI/B5XVTPknx0s/s1600/DSC01130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMwU2LPuI/AAAAAAAAArI/B5XVTPknx0s/s320/DSC01130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708642502131426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMwVqf6kI/AAAAAAAAArA/41tfpHgfIb8/s1600/DSC01128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMwVqf6kI/AAAAAAAAArA/41tfpHgfIb8/s320/DSC01128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708642721589826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...creating the memories that childhood summers are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN52c9DoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wSiIQYtjgKg/s1600/runn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN52c9DoI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wSiIQYtjgKg/s320/runn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709905653599874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEM6e5aeII/AAAAAAAAAro/GUzrP8wOhn0/s1600/DSC01157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEM6e5aeII/AAAAAAAAAro/GUzrP8wOhn0/s320/DSC01157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708816998758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN5mWx1qI/AAAAAAAAAsw/3wLexnaZPO0/s1600/running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN5mWx1qI/AAAAAAAAAsw/3wLexnaZPO0/s320/running.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709901332731554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tackling (Thank you so much, Uncle Chris for teaching my son this.  Myself, and his nursery friends' moms, will ever be grateful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENh-38KBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vs26TWGuSlk/s1600/tackling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENh-38KBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Vs26TWGuSlk/s320/tackling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709495597410322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENg7xWSuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/C2FSynrW4_8/s1600/tackling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENg7xWSuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/C2FSynrW4_8/s320/tackling2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709477584587490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENPYnsHHI/AAAAAAAAArw/po1O8c67sQY/s1600/DSC01174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENPYnsHHI/AAAAAAAAArw/po1O8c67sQY/s320/DSC01174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709176091057266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEM54xgVRI/AAAAAAAAArY/dus_3VOnzEs/s1600/DSC01149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEM54xgVRI/AAAAAAAAArY/dus_3VOnzEs/s320/DSC01149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708806765040914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while everyone else watched from the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMwhQ1QMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/sTum3k_IbEo/s1600/DSC01143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMwhQ1QMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/sTum3k_IbEo/s320/DSC01143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708645835161794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was chasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMimjpM-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/zGL0IFHc8Q8/s1600/cHASING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMimjpM-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/zGL0IFHc8Q8/s320/cHASING.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708406738072546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMiUC6NxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/L0vEAqOGMF8/s1600/chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEMiUC6NxI/AAAAAAAAAqw/L0vEAqOGMF8/s320/chase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708401768937234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some new tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN6ESWj_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/I8NI50xkE-I/s1600/tricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN6ESWj_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/I8NI50xkE-I/s320/tricks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709909367230450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and occasional short rests to catch one's breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN5omonUI/AAAAAAAAAso/g3Xu8cbI3RI/s1600/resting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEN5omonUI/AAAAAAAAAso/g3Xu8cbI3RI/s320/resting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709901936106818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENPjai3_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Vts6yMiZHSE/s1600/DSC01173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENPjai3_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Vts6yMiZHSE/s320/DSC01173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709178988716018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiasco was ended with loves all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENQKqZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZyizKC7Gxkk/s1600/loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENQKqZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ZyizKC7Gxkk/s320/loves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521709189524220258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEOJn9BZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/iTXcWx5ZPvw/s1600/loves2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEOJn9BZ3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/iTXcWx5ZPvw/s320/loves2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521710176639477618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in the midst of the fun, I snapped this photo of Caden--one of my very favorites I have of him.  It captures the very essence of my son.  A big smile, tousled sun-bleached hair, mischievous raised eyebrows (a trait he inherited from the Schow-Barker side), on the move, and just glancing, for one small second to make sure his mom is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEM6C1QFiI/AAAAAAAAArg/RQk_dXmMdeQ/s1600/DSC01156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKEM6C1QFiI/AAAAAAAAArg/RQk_dXmMdeQ/s320/DSC01156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708809465108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-3918881879765673141?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3918881879765673141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/09/essence-of-cade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3918881879765673141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3918881879765673141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/09/essence-of-cade.html' title='The Essence of Cade'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TKENhDP89II/AAAAAAAAAsQ/u4J9uEQZcAI/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7490516885428462725</id><published>2010-09-05T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:46:18.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight Squeeze</title><content type='html'>Caden's new thing is to give me a "tight squeeze."  He wraps his arms around my neck, laces his little fingers in my hair and squeezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to document it.  After all, it's not going to last forever. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQARlNk9EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/AgqbIMbysSA/s1600/DSC01395+fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQARlNk9EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/AgqbIMbysSA/s320/DSC01395+fix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532145855165506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQAQ2J8cnI/AAAAAAAAAns/PXN_FB45qMU/s1600/DSC01392+fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQAQ2J8cnI/AAAAAAAAAns/PXN_FB45qMU/s320/DSC01392+fix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532133223461490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIP_d6V5IQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RmkhuIag9Nk/s1600/DSC01374+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIP_d6V5IQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RmkhuIag9Nk/s320/DSC01374+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531258173989122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIP_eXo48sI/AAAAAAAAAnc/y-O2q8q6MLw/s1600/DSC01375+fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIP_eXo48sI/AAAAAAAAAnc/y-O2q8q6MLw/s320/DSC01375+fix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531266038297282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQAQp4MrXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/6nP2hI_Q4-8/s1600/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQAQp4MrXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/6nP2hI_Q4-8/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532129927802226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIP_dbFCK_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ri2FX1nrfZU/s1600/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIP_dbFCK_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ri2FX1nrfZU/s320/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513531249781779442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a camera timer with a 2 year old.  We race to push the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQASAlhiYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Ke2kYO_u0v4/s1600/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQASAlhiYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Ke2kYO_u0v4/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513532153203362178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think my 2 year old is adorable all the time, this is the meltdown and mess that occurred 30 seconds later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7490516885428462725?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7490516885428462725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/09/tight-squeeze.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7490516885428462725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7490516885428462725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/09/tight-squeeze.html' title='Tight Squeeze'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIQARlNk9EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/AgqbIMbysSA/s72-c/DSC01395+fix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8209868422633358152</id><published>2010-09-02T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:16:39.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day!</title><content type='html'>Today was Caden's first trip to the dentist!  His mouth has been hurting so we went to check things out. The dentist asked if I needed to hold Caden in the chair, but I assured him Caden would be fine.  Then I whipped out my camera as any proud first time to the dentist mom should.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0pYvj-rI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fW7DPcp6tv8/s1600/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0pYvj-rI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fW7DPcp6tv8/s320/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512534198266886834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist informed me Caden's teeth look great, but his top molars are coming in.  I thought they'd come in a few weeks ago with his bottoms.  No wonder he's been waking up at night and telling me all day his mouth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Caden was so somber about it.  The nurse and I kept encouraging him, "you're doing so good...what big alligator teeth...wow, what a great boy...you are so brave..." and he wouldn't say a thing.  Finally in the car I kept repeating those same things, and he'd answer every time, "Yes."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0o3GkhNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/vvzOo5ODczM/s1600/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0o3GkhNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/vvzOo5ODczM/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512534189236585682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we dropped by the park to see a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIBylSvHhNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/v_qPcxDGAGI/s1600/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIBylSvHhNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/v_qPcxDGAGI/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512531928911676626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0oHzTAmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2wYhrEVRB6E/s1600/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0oHzTAmI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2wYhrEVRB6E/s320/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512534176539279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisa, Finley, and Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisa is a friend we only know through playing at the park, and today her nanny brought tupperwares of fresh fruit for the kids.  Is it awful that I let Caden eat food from a stranger?  What about if I tell you I ate it too...does that make it better? or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun was far from over.  We picked Chad up from school and headed straight to Disneyland.  All week long we'd been talking about going back there and Caden was super excited. He kept asking me over and over all morning if it was time to go.  As usual, the happiest place on earth did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIByklsccUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/z6pHyff6UtQ/s1600/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIByklsccUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/z6pHyff6UtQ/s320/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512531916820869442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about having a season pass is that our trips our so relaxed.  Like today, we didn't get to ride Peter Pan, but no worries--we'll be back there Monday to take care of unfinished business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIBykBNDyMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/EVN25f8o0s0/s1600/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIBykBNDyMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/EVN25f8o0s0/s320/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512531907025553602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Caden sleeps, Chad studies, and I sit on the couch and eat ice cream.  To each his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8209868422633358152?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8209868422633358152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8209868422633358152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8209868422633358152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-day.html' title='Busy day!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TIB0pYvj-rI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fW7DPcp6tv8/s72-c/DSC01330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-9012329545794645929</id><published>2010-08-29T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:50:15.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Ps of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjBTNIXzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LF_Fdx6umUw/s1600/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjBTNIXzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LF_Fdx6umUw/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966705515945778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I told you we were getting a puppy?  We had one show up all on his own.  This puppy also appears at Home Depot, the grocery store, in church, at the park, or anywhere else we go.  Our new puppy crawls around and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plays fetch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjAyCoxZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iQeLNfRn5dM/s1600/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjAyCoxZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iQeLNfRn5dM/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966696613561746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses a leash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjAcos_mI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gsrHWowKKfY/s1600/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjAcos_mI/AAAAAAAAAl4/gsrHWowKKfY/s320/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510966690867641954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;licks your toes (or cheek if you ask for a kiss!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhwc16gJI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Z1wM7o9yFME/s1600/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhwc16gJI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Z1wM7o9yFME/s320/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965316533518482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the little puppy, but miss our little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening before bathtime, Caden and I enjoy popsicles on the porch together.  We're more than happy to have our friend Colby join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhv2D3RFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fOjwL8m7POw/s1600/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhv2D3RFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fOjwL8m7POw/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965306123043922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhvGoGW5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VjlX9mQSf5M/s1600/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhvGoGW5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/VjlX9mQSf5M/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965293390125970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Potty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhulxZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KX5N9qPCngI/s1600/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrhulxZ9rI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KX5N9qPCngI/s320/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510965284570789554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-9012329545794645929?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9012329545794645929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-ps-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/9012329545794645929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/9012329545794645929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-ps-of-summer.html' title='The 3 Ps of Summer'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/THrjBTNIXzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LF_Fdx6umUw/s72-c/DSC01072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-855626324145031434</id><published>2010-08-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:50:08.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It only took 60 shots using the camera timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to sit down when this one took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvVG0_TEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kAKqBCMsHjE/s1600/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvVG0_TEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kAKqBCMsHjE/s320/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124796582120514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a trick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmw6OndFHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GaEaJS1ldZs/s1600/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmw6OndFHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GaEaJS1ldZs/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506126533839623282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmw47RP-RI/AAAAAAAAAko/EoiHeXlKKiA/s1600/DSC01270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmw47RP-RI/AAAAAAAAAko/EoiHeXlKKiA/s320/DSC01270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506126511466346770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad taking a breather during the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmw3mo2UmI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YBnSiponmbk/s1600/DSC01288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmw3mo2UmI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YBnSiponmbk/s320/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506126488748315234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we came up with a few we both like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvT_OWjpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/E8Z2M6E97i4/s1600/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvT_OWjpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/E8Z2M6E97i4/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124777361149586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvSrndO-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ndinj67RQow/s1600/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvSrndO-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Ndinj67RQow/s320/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124754917866466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-855626324145031434?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/855626324145031434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-only-took-60-shots-using-camera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/855626324145031434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/855626324145031434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-only-took-60-shots-using-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGmvVG0_TEI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kAKqBCMsHjE/s72-c/DSC01289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2354246835507077080</id><published>2010-08-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:53:00.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story</title><content type='html'>My mom has recently been into series of pictures that tell a story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story I titled, "How Cade "helps" a reluctant Morgan into the pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKu7NGAcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s1Iyui8PmcE/s1600/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKu7NGAcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s1Iyui8PmcE/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504747552068993474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKvrkmGMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/I_xbezjclmE/s1600/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKvrkmGMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/I_xbezjclmE/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504747565052467394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKuSAAvXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/j0EuNZAyS5c/s1600/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKuSAAvXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/j0EuNZAyS5c/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504747541008268658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTJCy1uNwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iAlfW2mig8M/s1600/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTJCy1uNwI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iAlfW2mig8M/s320/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504745694397609730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTJCbPlApI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZbgLK50ahNI/s1600/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTJCbPlApI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ZbgLK50ahNI/s320/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504745688063607442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Morgan didn't seem to mind being pushed into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTH1oMeZDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XX1CxgFlvZE/s1600/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTH1oMeZDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XX1CxgFlvZE/s320/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504744368690324530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2354246835507077080?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2354246835507077080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2354246835507077080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2354246835507077080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/story.html' title='A story'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTKu7NGAcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s1Iyui8PmcE/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6571378945562620410</id><published>2010-08-12T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:52:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA8mqgOtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cCtfvaoTXfA/s1600/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA8mqgOtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cCtfvaoTXfA/s320/DSC01041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504736791957093074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA8Fx8c1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Bl9k7C2T6Vc/s1600/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA8Fx8c1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Bl9k7C2T6Vc/s320/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504736783129932626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA9HDvJkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/jy_X3nWJtwI/s1600/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA9HDvJkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/jy_X3nWJtwI/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504736800652863042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA9R2wzsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/QWt6pQVCqy8/s1600/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA9R2wzsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/QWt6pQVCqy8/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504736803551235778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mom who loves her little boy's kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6571378945562620410?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6571378945562620410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/romeo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6571378945562620410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6571378945562620410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/romeo.html' title='Romeo'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TGTA8mqgOtI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cCtfvaoTXfA/s72-c/DSC01041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4164582931176851043</id><published>2010-08-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:12:00.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming at Grandma's House</title><content type='html'>When the cousins get together, it's sure to be a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZQqH0yOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lvptu37X1Os/s1600/685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZQqH0yOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lvptu37X1Os/s320/685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501033981320415458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZQCmhAJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PoH1XRTUbYA/s1600/682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZQCmhAJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PoH1XRTUbYA/s320/682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501033970711724178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZPszbYMI/AAAAAAAAAho/0-WfXme33Ik/s1600/677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZPszbYMI/AAAAAAAAAho/0-WfXme33Ik/s320/677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501033964860301506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFebjjiGxrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VrKuKKwZ39o/s1600/687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFebjjiGxrI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VrKuKKwZ39o/s320/687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501036504992368306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long after everyone else was dried off, cleaned up and down for a nap, Caden was still swimming.  He was the first one in and the last one to be pulled (crying and begging for more) out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZRBxgIgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vPW8ZSRzS2s/s1600/697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZRBxgIgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vPW8ZSRzS2s/s320/697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501033987669238274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFebisOkxnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s7Rj5N36GfA/s1600/698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFebisOkxnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s7Rj5N36GfA/s320/698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501036490146498162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4164582931176851043?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4164582931176851043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/swimming-at-grandmas-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4164582931176851043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4164582931176851043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/swimming-at-grandmas-house.html' title='Swimming at Grandma&apos;s House'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeZQqH0yOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lvptu37X1Os/s72-c/685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5871520641724188761</id><published>2010-08-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:21:00.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payson Lakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeUFJ30P8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/4wV7ClrHBzc/s1600/662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeUFJ30P8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/4wV7ClrHBzc/s320/662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501028286126636994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeUEmzlaoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8mfmX5ozGfw/s1600/668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeUEmzlaoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8mfmX5ozGfw/s320/668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501028276713646722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeUEKQlvMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/puZy6BfwDQQ/s1600/661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePmpWTGJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iF0ogQhz17A/s320/633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501023363953531026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePmCuOoFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yJf-92IfY3M/s1600/620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePmCuOoFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yJf-92IfY3M/s320/620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501023353584918610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePljerf7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4GZ0OgBq6IU/s1600/608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePljerf7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4GZ0OgBq6IU/s320/608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501023345198202802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePlCRNQII/AAAAAAAAAgI/0fokFbkgdNY/s1600/607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFePlCRNQII/AAAAAAAAAgI/0fokFbkgdNY/s320/607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501023336283324546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNU8qYVEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o5u-8A7AKJw/s1600/602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNU8qYVEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o5u-8A7AKJw/s320/602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501020860877132866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNUKWMLLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Dzak3xU96zo/s1600/600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNUKWMLLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Dzak3xU96zo/s320/600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501020847370677426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNTgT5mHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hb52DuaUDW0/s1600/597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNTgT5mHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hb52DuaUDW0/s320/597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501020836086782066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNTLDHVhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/l_PdHSsX-Jk/s1600/596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeNTLDHVhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/l_PdHSsX-Jk/s320/596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501020830379234834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad once told me that I would have been lucky to cross the plains with him.  These are some of my favorite pictures of Chad because it is him in his element--building fires, cooking outside, and taking care of Caden and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5871520641724188761?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5871520641724188761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/payson-lakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5871520641724188761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5871520641724188761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/payson-lakes.html' title='Payson Lakes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeUFJ30P8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/4wV7ClrHBzc/s72-c/662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7937091359987909964</id><published>2010-08-03T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:06:00.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeKXFvLaoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WN-BZOeOFZA/s1600/593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeKXFvLaoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WN-BZOeOFZA/s320/593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501017599138032258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeKXgw22bI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wrFperBlgVg/s1600/637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeKXgw22bI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wrFperBlgVg/s320/637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501017606392830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7937091359987909964?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7937091359987909964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/bookworm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7937091359987909964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7937091359987909964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/08/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TFeKXFvLaoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WN-BZOeOFZA/s72-c/593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4427654599589455159</id><published>2010-07-10T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:44:00.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska: Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWgWXSHKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WdBY7sW22p4/s1600/July+4+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWgWXSHKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WdBY7sW22p4/s320/July+4+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491742278128114850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWhtc9xwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gJoB_FUgRV4/s1600/410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWhtc9xwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gJoB_FUgRV4/s320/410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491742301505832706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWhERui4I/AAAAAAAAAew/tXJB5__O9Bs/s1600/July+4+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWhERui4I/AAAAAAAAAew/tXJB5__O9Bs/s320/July+4+203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491742290452843394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVBUNZJSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8gWm6Tvv6Ow/s1600/July+4+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVBUNZJSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8gWm6Tvv6Ow/s320/July+4+193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491740645462189346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVA4FDJDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3jwh8gHTPNw/s1600/July+4+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVA4FDJDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/3jwh8gHTPNw/s320/July+4+133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491740637911000114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVAg5YUtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/x3kIw223IW4/s1600/July+4+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVAg5YUtI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/x3kIw223IW4/s320/July+4+124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491740631688041170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVAFYFODI/AAAAAAAAAeI/C6gGSPVJlWA/s1600/July+4+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaVAFYFODI/AAAAAAAAAeI/C6gGSPVJlWA/s320/July+4+120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491740624300619826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUG2pmnRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WsSzqYkhGPU/s1600/310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUG2pmnRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WsSzqYkhGPU/s320/310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491739641095036178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUGR2cuoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FmAHr0dE_KM/s1600/302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUGR2cuoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FmAHr0dE_KM/s320/302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491739631216802434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUF7DBPqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/HHxo5nvay8s/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUF7DBPqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/HHxo5nvay8s/s320/244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491739625095511714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUFLjYvJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jui1IcsynW8/s1600/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaUFLjYvJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jui1IcsynW8/s320/228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491739612346367122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaPjcxYyFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PImD_8OZo9c/s1600/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaPjcxYyFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PImD_8OZo9c/s320/212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491734634806429778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaPiyEGPxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/iSr9SRWwO38/s1600/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaPiyEGPxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/iSr9SRWwO38/s320/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491734623342182162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaPie91zQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1tcVfWXyE7Q/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaPie91zQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1tcVfWXyE7Q/s320/161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491734618215664898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaOfn23XdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6JWAY_8j9NU/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaOfn23XdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6JWAY_8j9NU/s320/149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491733469551091154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaOfWRkaGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/r6atMgHKAmY/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaOfWRkaGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/r6atMgHKAmY/s320/071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491733464831256674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaOe_oh5dI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2BWH5W_g7Qg/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaOe_oh5dI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2BWH5W_g7Qg/s320/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491733458753545682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking all afternoon about words to describe the scenery in Alaska.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4427654599589455159?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4427654599589455159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-scenery.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4427654599589455159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4427654599589455159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-scenery.html' title='Alaska: Scenery'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDaWgWXSHKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WdBY7sW22p4/s72-c/July+4+202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7639701987083438961</id><published>2010-07-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:18:00.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska: Wildlife</title><content type='html'>So many hours spent doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFZP88BdoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KEnfLisNOug/s1600/July+4+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFZP88BdoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KEnfLisNOug/s320/July+4+086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267551332136578"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFZPKWDPvI/AAAAAAAAAck/BsbrRUnS2ZI/s1600/July+4+084-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFZPKWDPvI/AAAAAAAAAck/BsbrRUnS2ZI/s320/July+4+084-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267537751097074"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing Chad, my vet student husband, was most excited for was seeing the wildlife. We were not disappointed.  By the last day, we'd barely look twice at the bald eagles.  Can you believe that??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our excursion in Juneau, we went whale watching.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFT4I6mC2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/wsYEfEEZlaI/s1600/July+4+183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFT4I6mC2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/wsYEfEEZlaI/s320/July+4+183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490261644672371554"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFT3bjhVsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/w4V9vr5saEY/s1600/July+4+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFT3bjhVsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/w4V9vr5saEY/s320/July+4+171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490261632495998658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFT2zvkWyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pp2xYY4B9cE/s1600/July+4+157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFT2zvkWyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pp2xYY4B9cE/s320/July+4+157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490261621809109794"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw an amazing sight called "Bubblenet Feeding" where the whales work together to feed.  Whoever had the camera at the time only got shots of blurry, grey water (oops!) But you can learn about it from this video from YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJvfjiCTvq4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJvfjiCTvq4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whales were beautiful.  We didn't see whales just on this tour, we saw them almost every day from our ship, but this was the only time we saw bubble netting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video Chad took from my parent's deck.  Watch the end when the whale jumps out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oilhBGbyZsw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oilhBGbyZsw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFWzj-Z4aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/BkzDktdGRC8/s1600/July+4+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFWzj-Z4aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/BkzDktdGRC8/s320/July+4+167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490264864571646370"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFWzAtwToI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mRmk9jB4nVY/s1600/330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFWzAtwToI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mRmk9jB4nVY/s320/330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490264855106571906"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFWyZjIv9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TBQtLtj-uF4/s1600/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFWyZjIv9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TBQtLtj-uF4/s320/318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490264844593053650"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true the animals were amazing, but they weren't the most beautiful thing I saw.  Next up...the scenery that took up 3 of my memory cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7639701987083438961?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7639701987083438961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-wildlife.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7639701987083438961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7639701987083438961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-wildlife.html' title='Alaska: Wildlife'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDFZP88BdoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/KEnfLisNOug/s72-c/July+4+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6634342891799344279</id><published>2010-07-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:38:00.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska: Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEBNeIcDxI/AAAAAAAAAas/IkEclvEgNm8/s1600/July+4+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEBNeIcDxI/AAAAAAAAAas/IkEclvEgNm8/s320/July+4+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490170751679729426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken within 20 minutes of us getting on the ship.  That's right...the first thing we did was find the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk cruise!  My parents took Chad and I on the Inside Passage Alaskan cruise. I'm going to do a series of posts about the trip. &lt;br /&gt;It seems like whenever anyone talks about their cruise, food always comes up.  Let's go ahead and get this out of the way so we can discuss the more important aspects of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the food I'd use two words: weight gain.  And plenty of it. I would show before/after pictures, but my pride will not allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our server would bring us two entree's each, and was always showing up with multiple desserts to try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was NOT so sure about the escargot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDkhqhhPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2zuERJA4fzA/s1600/281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDkhqhhPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2zuERJA4fzA/s320/281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490173346788246770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the two thumbs up were sincere.  She was humoring the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDldym66I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ojyk0ynjfpQ/s1600/285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDldym66I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ojyk0ynjfpQ/s320/285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490173362928282530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite was the night they served crab.  After eating two servings for a main course, I went ahead and ordered it again for dessert as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDjKTufeI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iUxd0D6r7N0/s1600/July+4+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDjKTufeI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iUxd0D6r7N0/s320/July+4+098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490173323338743266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking snazzy for formal night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDj1lrlmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LlSeASiVPuQ/s1600/260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEDj1lrlmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/LlSeASiVPuQ/s320/260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490173334956775010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEGnpT8RvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/S49UTuWiY3g/s1600/265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEGnpT8RvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/S49UTuWiY3g/s320/265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490176698915505906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite was the dessert extravaganza. Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEBONvi12I/AAAAAAAAAa0/LyVXH_vx4t0/s1600/345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEBONvi12I/AAAAAAAAAa0/LyVXH_vx4t0/s320/345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490170764460218210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEFMgHGnTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SMamzhODCIg/s1600/350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEFMgHGnTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/SMamzhODCIg/s320/350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490175133077642546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEFL4IHxnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/auzcw9i2FAE/s1600/349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEFL4IHxnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/auzcw9i2FAE/s320/349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490175122344494706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...the entire reason we bought a new camera for the trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6634342891799344279?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6634342891799344279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6634342891799344279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6634342891799344279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/alaska-food.html' title='Alaska: Food'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDEBNeIcDxI/AAAAAAAAAas/IkEclvEgNm8/s72-c/July+4+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2042819414775795845</id><published>2010-07-06T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:56:46.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the trenches</title><content type='html'>Last night when we were laying in bed, Chad and I had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What was the best part of your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: When Caden went pooh poohs in the potty....you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells you two things. 1, We are potty training, and it is actually going quite well.  And 2, we need to get out more!  The problem is I don't know how!  How do I teach Caden to go to the bathroom in a toilet (as opposed to his little plastic frog potty) so he can use a public restroom and we can stay away from home for longer than 20 minutes at a time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty trainers...any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2042819414775795845?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2042819414775795845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-trenches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2042819414775795845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2042819414775795845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-trenches.html' title='In the trenches'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2018234563641095888</id><published>2010-07-04T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:38:26.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hatch Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD830lWElI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lGsMYmNbm6s/s1600/July+4+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD830lWElI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lGsMYmNbm6s/s320/July+4+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490165981702918738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Utah, my baby boy turned 2.  We celebrated by having a party with both families.  We had to move it to an elementary school gym at the last minute because of weather, which turned out to be perfect because there's no way we could have played "Kick Basket Ball" anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden loved his fish cake ("Happy Hatch Day, Dear Dude..." ala Caden's favorite Crush)  He'd had plenty of practice blowing out candles.  Just that morning, my mom, Chad and I tried to give him a haircut.  We took turns holding the clippers, scissors, and sitting in front to entertain.  The thing I finally pulled out to get him to sit still was candles and matches, letting him blow them out over and over for almost 20 minutes. He was all ready for his big moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden is always watched out and taken care of by his girl cousins.  They were all too happy to help him unwrap the gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD-w778H4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/BN2zveNuyy4/s1600/July+4+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD-w778H4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/BN2zveNuyy4/s320/July+4+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168062440906626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD84lGUV7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/lWUjrrG1JSY/s1600/July+4+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD84lGUV7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/lWUjrrG1JSY/s320/July+4+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490165994726119346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD-yAlCSNI/AAAAAAAAAak/q7eQkTiljBc/s1600/July+4+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD-yAlCSNI/AAAAAAAAAak/q7eQkTiljBc/s320/July+4+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168080866887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD-xoY6OrI/AAAAAAAAAac/-vAHTbu2K4c/s1600/July+4+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD-xoY6OrI/AAAAAAAAAac/-vAHTbu2K4c/s320/July+4+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490168074373577394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden,&lt;br /&gt;You are the best little boy!  Your dad and I are grateful every day for the joy you bring to our lives.  You make me smile and laugh with all of your quirks, sound effects, and funny sayings.  I couldn't ask for a better son. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2018234563641095888?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2018234563641095888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-hatch-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2018234563641095888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2018234563641095888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-hatch-day.html' title='Happy Hatch Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/TDD830lWElI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lGsMYmNbm6s/s72-c/July+4+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-716318770674812505</id><published>2010-05-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:10:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As soon as Chad got home from taking his last final, we celebrated by going for a swim.  Chad and Caden went ahead of me, and by the time I was out there, Caden was doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-144173738361d880" 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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D144173738361d880%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505321%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37A0710F656688C872FAAFEEF203B129C0C08DAE.3EBA15502C89AC70FB3E9C60ADB53FB12B8212A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D144173738361d880%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7C6zr27Z0XRIKlOqE2CIBWfj5LM&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://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D144173738361d880%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505321%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37A0710F656688C872FAAFEEF203B129C0C08DAE.3EBA15502C89AC70FB3E9C60ADB53FB12B8212A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D144173738361d880%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7C6zr27Z0XRIKlOqE2CIBWfj5LM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me saying, "Help him!  He's too little!  He's just my baby." And Chad "Nah, he's good.  Look at my boy go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d272b904f97efe59" 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://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd272b904f97efe59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D583C6D39B61F7D0135E538CECB45B3ED27C0A4AF.7F9211ECC73C688686E536CBF71FDD2EF08B4897%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd272b904f97efe59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSY3cIJf_8q-aF4s7XGNskfkFTjY&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://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd272b904f97efe59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D583C6D39B61F7D0135E538CECB45B3ED27C0A4AF.7F9211ECC73C688686E536CBF71FDD2EF08B4897%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd272b904f97efe59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSY3cIJf_8q-aF4s7XGNskfkFTjY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mercy in the big pool, even:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa81aaaaf324c6cc" 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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa81aaaaf324c6cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78440F185F177AC702A0707177CFF7CDEE3ACA57.1DE88172BB666EBD3EDC9B2F9A12009872CA8A7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa81aaaaf324c6cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA1JMdWwdCi9MHIDY7nx-cWNxOmE&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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa81aaaaf324c6cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78440F185F177AC702A0707177CFF7CDEE3ACA57.1DE88172BB666EBD3EDC9B2F9A12009872CA8A7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa81aaaaf324c6cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA1JMdWwdCi9MHIDY7nx-cWNxOmE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Chad's finals are over, the real party that is life begins.  I'll update soon with pictures on where we've been the last few months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-716318770674812505?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/716318770674812505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-soon-as-chad-got-home-from-taking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/716318770674812505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/716318770674812505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-soon-as-chad-got-home-from-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6037326087835060864</id><published>2010-05-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:28:50.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93Z6jN8zlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eJRygS-UZpA/s1600/Family+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93Z6jN8zlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eJRygS-UZpA/s320/Family+edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466765122607042130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93ZuZq2wuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/vMZMet98CD8/s1600/Caden+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93ZuZq2wuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/vMZMet98CD8/s320/Caden+edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466764913885496034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93Zg-vXp3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/VShbPj-1kDQ/s1600/Caden+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93Zg-vXp3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/VShbPj-1kDQ/s320/Caden+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466764683318372210" &lt;br /&gt;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93gNvls6rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TClJbtWBa9E/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93gNvls6rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TClJbtWBa9E/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466772049415170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93e4HrFRjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/-1KCCRbXOY8/s1600/grandkids+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93e4HrFRjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/-1KCCRbXOY8/s320/grandkids+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466770578411439666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6037326087835060864?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6037326087835060864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6037326087835060864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6037326087835060864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S93Z6jN8zlI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eJRygS-UZpA/s72-c/Family+edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5520800026104255295</id><published>2010-04-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:09:25.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S9nmyET0MuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CBA2bF19EhE/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S9nmyET0MuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CBA2bF19EhE/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653370615509730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From recent family pictures.  More to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5520800026104255295?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5520800026104255295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/04/caden.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5520800026104255295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5520800026104255295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/04/caden.html' title='Caden'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S9nmyET0MuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CBA2bF19EhE/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6430029671094813066</id><published>2010-03-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:13:00.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankie.  The tale of a best friend</title><content type='html'>This is blankie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmSUtvo0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/yDfgZp4R8pk/s1600-h/HPIM0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmSUtvo0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/yDfgZp4R8pk/s320/HPIM0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446019945637847874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden, five days old, and Blankie in his brighter days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden became very attached to Blankie about the time he started watching Elmo, who goes to Grounchland in search of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blankie goes everywhere with Caden.  The other day Caden was insistent on taking Blankie to the store so I tied Blankie around his neck like a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a trip to the store, and a visit to the park, Blankie had to be washed.  Caden was all brave about putting Blankie into the washed until it was time to shut the door-which sent the boy into hysterics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the next hour waiting by the garage door, diligently worrying about his best blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmUBRM54I/AAAAAAAAAYc/1g1ZNs2dE9U/s1600-h/march+7,+10+464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmUBRM54I/AAAAAAAAAYc/1g1ZNs2dE9U/s320/march+7,+10+464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446019974777595778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmTGRV8KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/s6G04lg9H5g/s1600-h/march+7,+10+461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmTGRV8KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/s6G04lg9H5g/s320/march+7,+10+461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446019958940496034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmTuMMGcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PkVEZdmv5pg/s1600-h/march+7,+10+462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmTuMMGcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PkVEZdmv5pg/s320/march+7,+10+462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446019969656297922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Blankie was ready by bedtime, clean and ready to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmUl8Y6WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wnB-7kf19P0/s1600-h/blankie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmUl8Y6WI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wnB-7kf19P0/s320/blankie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446019984622414178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6430029671094813066?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6430029671094813066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/blankie-tale-of-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6430029671094813066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6430029671094813066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/blankie-tale-of-best-friend.html' title='Blankie.  The tale of a best friend'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QmSUtvo0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/yDfgZp4R8pk/s72-c/HPIM0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8467872879331330947</id><published>2010-03-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:09:00.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 months</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Was it really 20 months ago that I took this picture and emailed it to all friends and family announcing the birth of my son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qkp8c-GoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0MhlMZ_Yy9E/s1600-h/HPIM0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qkp8c-GoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0MhlMZ_Yy9E/s320/HPIM0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446018152418646658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QkqCFdbgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9A5DCTqlVVM/s1600-h/march+7,+10+460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QkqCFdbgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9A5DCTqlVVM/s320/march+7,+10+460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446018153930649090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty months goes way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8467872879331330947?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8467872879331330947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/20-months.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8467872879331330947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8467872879331330947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/20-months.html' title='20 months'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qkp8c-GoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/0MhlMZ_Yy9E/s72-c/HPIM0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4041488748735219520</id><published>2010-03-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:04:00.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-confidence</title><content type='html'>It takes a boy who is really comfortable in his skin to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give himself kisses in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjxmpnFoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6xd-lyPuRK4/s1600-h/march+7,+10+424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjxmpnFoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6xd-lyPuRK4/s320/march+7,+10+424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017184493409922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull off these shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjzHUtThI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hQcolPfr8DI/s1600-h/march+7,+10+429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjzHUtThI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hQcolPfr8DI/s320/march+7,+10+429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017210443976210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjyTAsI5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/fWVMhFH5oao/s1600-h/march+7,+10+428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjyTAsI5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/fWVMhFH5oao/s320/march+7,+10+428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017196401370002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4041488748735219520?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4041488748735219520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-confidence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4041488748735219520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4041488748735219520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-confidence.html' title='Self-confidence'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QjxmpnFoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6xd-lyPuRK4/s72-c/march+7,+10+424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-8208339975161783075</id><published>2010-03-11T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:02:00.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Done!</title><content type='html'>My son has a neat streak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qi17dCa9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Fbn4iqJuvn4/s1600-h/march+7,+10+482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qi17dCa9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Fbn4iqJuvn4/s320/march+7,+10+482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016159285668818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qi1dKTTwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Hfx3Po-_uHQ/s1600-h/march+7,+10+481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qi1dKTTwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Hfx3Po-_uHQ/s320/march+7,+10+481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446016151154020098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is done with eating, he has to carefully place all items back on the tray for me to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now if he can just learn to fold laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-8208339975161783075?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8208339975161783075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8208339975161783075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/8208339975161783075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-done.html' title='All Done!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5Qi17dCa9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Fbn4iqJuvn4/s72-c/march+7,+10+482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7828873369163972085</id><published>2010-03-09T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:52:00.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister Kat and my dear friend Nicole have both requested video of Caden. And since I'd do anything for either of them, I bribed Caden with tootsie rolls until I got him to do this. My favorite is his face when he says "mom" like, "Duh. That's an easy one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c08583cbe5bf0517" 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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc08583cbe5bf0517%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C9C2889E346EF49601F350861E812B19F556464.257BE7D78426941321B8500108817FDBAC140EC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc08583cbe5bf0517%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbWdvGtmBBM1YXpX_O7NrKnGSEwk&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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc08583cbe5bf0517%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C9C2889E346EF49601F350861E812B19F556464.257BE7D78426941321B8500108817FDBAC140EC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc08583cbe5bf0517%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbWdvGtmBBM1YXpX_O7NrKnGSEwk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7828873369163972085?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7828873369163972085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sister-kat-and-my-dear-friend-nicole.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7828873369163972085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7828873369163972085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sister-kat-and-my-dear-friend-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1732209016703449786</id><published>2010-03-07T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:52:10.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's here!</title><content type='html'>This weekend my mom came to visit. Everytime my mom sees Caden, she's afraid he will have forgotten her. And every time, he responds to his grandma like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b58c8e153b45938" 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://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b58c8e153b45938%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D460DC456C23682FAB9297B5C6515E6FAAB65881B.26EB609F3351C690D4A588101C27875CF0FD5143%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b58c8e153b45938%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DettuLRWPz5tI0O2_F8YIQtJWW4w&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://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b58c8e153b45938%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D460DC456C23682FAB9297B5C6515E6FAAB65881B.26EB609F3351C690D4A588101C27875CF0FD5143%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b58c8e153b45938%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DettuLRWPz5tI0O2_F8YIQtJWW4w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QfPVKirgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/E6tX-fzlSWc/s1600-h/grandma+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QfPVKirgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/E6tX-fzlSWc/s320/grandma+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446012197637631490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden LOVED the sweatshirt my mom brought.  He would not take it off the entire weekend.  We had to hide it to get him dressed for church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QfP9cb72I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LZ0EF65T1-8/s1600-h/Grandma+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QfP9cb72I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LZ0EF65T1-8/s320/Grandma+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446012208450105186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Disneyland, Caden wanted no one but my mom.  She carried him all over the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming to visit!  It was a sad little boy who cried all the way home from the airport after dropping Grandma off.  Good thing you're coming back in a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1732209016703449786?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1732209016703449786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandmas-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1732209016703449786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1732209016703449786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandmas-here.html' title='Grandma&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S5QfPVKirgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/E6tX-fzlSWc/s72-c/grandma+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1510727656847430316</id><published>2010-02-02T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:06:00.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies!!!</title><content type='html'>Since Caden's mom won't let him get a real puppy, he has to settle for the ones that Grandma Schow sent him in the mail.  These puppies go every where with him. He can't go to sleep at night without all three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTWETlZ5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/8AXuZwpQXMU/s1600-h/sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTWETlZ5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/8AXuZwpQXMU/s320/sleeping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430447626768443282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTV_wsiQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pKil0X_8BQM/s1600-h/Puppies2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTV_wsiQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/pKil0X_8BQM/s320/Puppies2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430447625548368130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTVXjT5ZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bn2Lzdw1IxI/s1600-h/Puppies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTVXjT5ZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bn2Lzdw1IxI/s320/Puppies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430447614754809234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we go to the park, Caden chases every dog that walks by.  After beggings from Chad, and seeing Cade's love for his puppies--I finally consented to a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting a fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1510727656847430316?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1510727656847430316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/puppies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1510727656847430316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1510727656847430316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/puppies.html' title='Puppies!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zTWETlZ5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/8AXuZwpQXMU/s72-c/sleeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5469495659907930179</id><published>2010-02-01T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:57:28.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>We loved spending time in Utah for a snowy Christmas.  While we were sad to leave our families, we were more than happy to return home to 75 degree weather, which brought us doing this on New Year's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPx1AE4uI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mGti3Zb_vjQ/s1600-h/Popcicle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPx1AE4uI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mGti3Zb_vjQ/s320/Popcicle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430443705649914594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to UT, we had our own Christmas in CA to avoid having to load all of our presents.  On that day, Caden opened one present and was done.  He played with it for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after being spoiled by all his grandparents, he fully understood the concept of presents when we got home.  He was thrilled to find a little pile under the tree, still waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPy3AHC5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/oA7HXht-hg0/s1600-h/Train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPy3AHC5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/oA7HXht-hg0/s320/Train.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430443723366796178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPybnAxlI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NmMQJJc30eE/s1600-h/Christmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPybnAxlI/AAAAAAAAAVs/NmMQJJc30eE/s320/Christmas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430443716013770322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5469495659907930179?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5469495659907930179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5469495659907930179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5469495659907930179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zPx1AE4uI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mGti3Zb_vjQ/s72-c/Popcicle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1528597332293310556</id><published>2010-01-30T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:20:00.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little snowman</title><content type='html'>Caden played in the snow for the first time over Christmas break.  Putting on the whole snow get up proved to be a tramautic experience, but luckily we all lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK1EOiaFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kTgf-GF6qKk/s1600-h/Snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK1EOiaFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kTgf-GF6qKk/s320/Snow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430438263718570066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK2UAipeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gdB1Pe_Ivws/s1600-h/Snow+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK2UAipeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gdB1Pe_Ivws/s320/Snow+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430438285134702050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK1mTWqJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DSEa8CQ6s98/s1600-h/Snow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK1mTWqJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/DSEa8CQ6s98/s320/Snow1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430438272865577106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was less than thrilled about the sledding.  Maybe because it was actually a knee board we found with my parent's boating gear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK3MApr2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/DHShyQpgy4s/s1600-h/Sled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK3MApr2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/DHShyQpgy4s/s320/Sled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430438300167548770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such look of disappointment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK27RnpbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iv7vNY1e-vc/s1600-h/Sled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK27RnpbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iv7vNY1e-vc/s320/Sled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430438295675315634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swing is always his favorite.   When we talk to my parents over video chat, sometimes my mom takes the computer outside so Caden can see his beloved swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zL5ZkKcdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2hcSm4duuDk/s1600-h/Swingsnow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zL5ZkKcdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2hcSm4duuDk/s320/Swingsnow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430439437677523410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1528597332293310556?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1528597332293310556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-snowman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1528597332293310556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1528597332293310556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-snowman.html' title='My little snowman'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zK1EOiaFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kTgf-GF6qKk/s72-c/Snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5570102482785732889</id><published>2010-01-26T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:41:00.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armstrongs</title><content type='html'>Because we had a long weekend, our friends from Vegas came to visit us last week. Chad and Josh met in cell biology class. We spent the weekend talking, playing games, and eating more than enough chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their little girl Avery is so darling.  I think Caden was smitten.  Though, he had odd ways of showing it, like taking her toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNeW4jugI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9pGv3an-pKQ/s1600-h/Armstrongs3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNeW4jugI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9pGv3an-pKQ/s320/Armstrongs3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430441172124547586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Griffith Observatory.  While Hilary and I were always ready to go on to the next exhibit-Chad and Josh were soaking in all of the science facts and displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNePZENMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WgJTWxwLnaU/s1600-h/Armstrongs2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNePZENMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WgJTWxwLnaU/s320/Armstrongs2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430441170113410242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNdudkZDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xwiBIuPL6rU/s1600-h/Armostrongs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNdudkZDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xwiBIuPL6rU/s320/Armostrongs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430441161273926706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNfMWtvMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/J6Ovts832VQ/s1600-h/Armstrongs4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNfMWtvMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/J6Ovts832VQ/s320/Armstrongs4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430441186478111938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They devoted an entire morning trying to fix Chad's X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Hilary and Avery: come back soon!  We miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5570102482785732889?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5570102482785732889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/armstrongs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5570102482785732889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5570102482785732889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/armstrongs.html' title='Armstrongs'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zNeW4jugI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9pGv3an-pKQ/s72-c/Armstrongs3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6812486368156662698</id><published>2010-01-25T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:57:00.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Caden got a visit from the flu bug this weekend.  Which means we've been doing a lot of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ7hjoZFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rExnZ-MNYn0/s1600-h/Sick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ7hjoZFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rExnZ-MNYn0/s320/Sick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444971740652626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing a lot of this grumpy face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ7IrppkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QKpZ7-J79Wc/s1600-h/Grumpy+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ7IrppkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QKpZ7-J79Wc/s320/Grumpy+face.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444965063403074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ8scJ-FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RtFyG_olK_c/s1600-h/headache.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ8scJ-FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RtFyG_olK_c/s320/headache.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444991841957970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And luckily for both of us, daddy always comes home to save us with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ8fR93qI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rqVGlmBw2p4/s1600-h/books.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ8fR93qI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rqVGlmBw2p4/s320/books.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444988309560994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melts my heart.  Every single time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6812486368156662698?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6812486368156662698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6812486368156662698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6812486368156662698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zQ7hjoZFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rExnZ-MNYn0/s72-c/Sick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4041386256438612328</id><published>2010-01-24T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:51:36.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rains came down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zOud9L0lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Osrsf05q22Q/s1600-h/Rain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zOud9L0lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Osrsf05q22Q/s320/Rain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430442548412535378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably read about the So. Cal rain in the news.  Here is our swimming pool area under 3 inches of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4041386256438612328?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4041386256438612328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/rains-came-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4041386256438612328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4041386256438612328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/rains-came-down.html' title='The rains came down'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/S1zOud9L0lI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Osrsf05q22Q/s72-c/Rain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-3914998334136154205</id><published>2010-01-03T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:41:00.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes he does hold still.</title><content type='html'>My dad claims that he has never seen Caden stop moving, except when asleep.  Caden does have a little chill in him--I think he gets it from Chad. I came downstairs recently to find he'd settled himself in with a good episode of Sesame Street looking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylw19ZJppI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iaEf0WwZebs/s1600-h/Chill+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylw19ZJppI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iaEf0WwZebs/s320/Chill+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415984099205162642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the leg over the arm of the chair crack you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylw1dvew7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/dNV3UsDWaYU/s1600-h/Chill+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylw1dvew7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/dNV3UsDWaYU/s320/Chill+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415984090708886450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also dragged his chair over to the window to watch the kids playing outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-3914998334136154205?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3914998334136154205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-he-does-hold-still.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3914998334136154205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3914998334136154205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-he-does-hold-still.html' title='Sometimes he does hold still.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylw19ZJppI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iaEf0WwZebs/s72-c/Chill+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7267368329019334625</id><published>2010-01-01T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:39:00.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylv7lEDu5I/AAAAAAAAATs/ZqeHcPcsCWk/s1600-h/little+buddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylv7lEDu5I/AAAAAAAAATs/ZqeHcPcsCWk/s320/little+buddy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415983096241830802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mine will be.  I have these two handsome boys in my life every day.  Lucky girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7267368329019334625?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7267368329019334625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7267368329019334625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7267368329019334625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylv7lEDu5I/AAAAAAAAATs/ZqeHcPcsCWk/s72-c/little+buddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4558464992382449269</id><published>2009-12-31T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:31:00.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never (part 2/2)</title><content type='html'>We went with several other kids from our stake to the pumpkin patch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden cried on the blow-up toys and loved the rides, but his favorite part by far was the petting zoo.  He chased those chickens around and around the pen, and even tried to pet the crazy sheep.  I think he was excited to see real animals from the books we've read together.  I could see him thinking, "So my mom wasn't lying--these sheep really do baa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvP256D-I/AAAAAAAAATk/UYhvHGx3dj4/s1600-h/PP4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvP256D-I/AAAAAAAAATk/UYhvHGx3dj4/s320/PP4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415982345116848098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvPdUmIYI/AAAAAAAAATc/TLMhgt4Pdlc/s1600-h/PP3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvPdUmIYI/AAAAAAAAATc/TLMhgt4Pdlc/s320/PP3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415982338249466242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvOwAkmqI/AAAAAAAAATU/DlAlhunvuMk/s1600-h/PP2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvOwAkmqI/AAAAAAAAATU/DlAlhunvuMk/s320/PP2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415982326085884578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvOkOdkfI/AAAAAAAAATM/87btwPXusyQ/s1600-h/PP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvOkOdkfI/AAAAAAAAATM/87btwPXusyQ/s320/PP.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415982322922918386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden and Angela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4558464992382449269?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4558464992382449269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-late-than-never-part-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4558464992382449269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4558464992382449269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-late-than-never-part-22.html' title='Better Late Than Never (part 2/2)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylvP256D-I/AAAAAAAAATk/UYhvHGx3dj4/s72-c/PP4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7833753563218134152</id><published>2009-12-30T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:27:00.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never  (part 1/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SyltgN9fgYI/AAAAAAAAATE/l8SCfGo1KBo/s1600-h/Halloween2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SyltgN9fgYI/AAAAAAAAATE/l8SCfGo1KBo/s320/Halloween2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415980427160551810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Syltfo32VcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4FsEU1E6fv8/s1600-h/Halloween1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Syltfo32VcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/4FsEU1E6fv8/s320/Halloween1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415980417204770242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden was a turtle for Halloween.  Thanks to his friend Colby for letting us borrow a costume.  Colby and Caden went trick or treating at the Bass Pro Shop together.  I think they were more excited about seeing the animals and the fish than getting 6 pieces of taffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7833753563218134152?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7833753563218134152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-late-than-never-part-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7833753563218134152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7833753563218134152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/better-late-than-never-part-12.html' title='Better Late Than Never  (part 1/2)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SyltgN9fgYI/AAAAAAAAATE/l8SCfGo1KBo/s72-c/Halloween2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-2345068975266204419</id><published>2009-12-27T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:20:00.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylsNCqRXlI/AAAAAAAAASs/r17_NUt8QF8/s1600-h/park+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylsNCqRXlI/AAAAAAAAASs/r17_NUt8QF8/s320/park+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415978998198001234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden and I look forward to Park Day when we both get to see all of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mom and I joked that we would never take away park day as a punishment because it'd be more punishing for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love this December weather?  Come visit sunny Southern California anytime you'd like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylsNkHqtiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0u8qOtsqGok/s1600-h/park+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylsNkHqtiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0u8qOtsqGok/s320/park+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415979007179666978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-2345068975266204419?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2345068975266204419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/park-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2345068975266204419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/2345068975266204419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/park-day.html' title='Park Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylsNCqRXlI/AAAAAAAAASs/r17_NUt8QF8/s72-c/park+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-898581354350448276</id><published>2009-12-24T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:16:00.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manger</title><content type='html'>I was pretty low-key on Christmas decorations this year, since we won't be home for most of the holiday.  Besides our tree, I only set up this homemade manger, which my sister brought me from Zambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden loves to play and rearrange the pieces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylq8y5U88I/AAAAAAAAASk/hZZu8BfTKTE/s1600-h/Manger2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylq8y5U88I/AAAAAAAAASk/hZZu8BfTKTE/s320/Manger2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415977619576648642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylq8SYlJfI/AAAAAAAAASc/dZ0acSSCNEk/s1600-h/Manger1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylq8SYlJfI/AAAAAAAAASc/dZ0acSSCNEk/s320/Manger1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415977610849363442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also carries baby Jesus with him all over the house, telling us to "Ssshhh!" for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-898581354350448276?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/898581354350448276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/manger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/898581354350448276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/898581354350448276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/manger.html' title='Manger'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylq8y5U88I/AAAAAAAAASk/hZZu8BfTKTE/s72-c/Manger2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4292168718473121322</id><published>2009-12-20T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:09:00.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing week</title><content type='html'>Just today Chad finished his last final.  Yea!  We have a husband and a dad again.  One morning this week, after Caden hadn't seen Chad at all the day before, he ran into our room and yelled, "Da, da, da, da" over and over.  I lost count when he'd said it 60 times.  We were laughing so hard at how excited he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October, Chad's testing week came during conference weekend.  So on Saturday, while Chad was on campus, Caden and I were at home alone.  Being alone with Caden for that long, I sort of run out of tricks and entertainment.  I say this as a precursor to the fact that I let him play with a roll of ceran wrap for most of the afternoon.  Judge me all you want--it kept him busy for a good 2 hours.  And yes, those are his pajamas at 4:00 in the afternoon.  A conference weekend/midterm week combo calls for all sorts of rule breaking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylqARDAjHI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlPm-FtUDRo/s1600-h/CW+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylqARDAjHI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlPm-FtUDRo/s320/CW+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976579698297970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylp_ydkPLI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZYlRYR_ocB0/s1600-h/CW+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylp_ydkPLI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZYlRYR_ocB0/s320/CW+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976571488189618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylp_eicesI/AAAAAAAAASE/FjzUDDMCnJM/s1600-h/CW+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylp_eicesI/AAAAAAAAASE/FjzUDDMCnJM/s320/CW+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415976566139943618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4292168718473121322?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4292168718473121322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/testing-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4292168718473121322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4292168718473121322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/testing-week.html' title='Testing week'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylqARDAjHI/AAAAAAAAASU/AlPm-FtUDRo/s72-c/CW+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-3092985512964499392</id><published>2009-12-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:00:12.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylnjBico0I/AAAAAAAAARs/pmeqxwG9iss/s1600-h/run+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylnjBico0I/AAAAAAAAARs/pmeqxwG9iss/s320/run+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415973878295733058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylniW_HzmI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z1Tte_rJN0I/s1600-h/run+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylniW_HzmI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z1Tte_rJN0I/s320/run+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415973866873278050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning Caden and I go for a jog together.  He loves seeing the dogs, the birds, and the kids on their way to school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home he always signs, "More, more, more"  Yeah, if I was the one riding in the stroller, I'd want to go more, more, more, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-3092985512964499392?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3092985512964499392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-buddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3092985512964499392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3092985512964499392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/running-buddy.html' title='Running Buddy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylnjBico0I/AAAAAAAAARs/pmeqxwG9iss/s72-c/run+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-1444025203842281881</id><published>2009-12-16T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:09:27.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylojvx6WsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IB9HedQmW38/s1600-h/breakfast+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylojvx6WsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IB9HedQmW38/s320/breakfast+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415974990220253890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylojEvkFEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KBNjuQhJui4/s1600-h/breakfast+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylojEvkFEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KBNjuQhJui4/s320/breakfast+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415974978667680834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite new traditions around our house is Caden eating breakfast on Chad's lap.  They have toast and cereal together.  I love coming downstairs to see these two chowing down together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-1444025203842281881?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1444025203842281881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/breakfast-buddies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1444025203842281881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/1444025203842281881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/breakfast-buddies.html' title='Breakfast Buddies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylojvx6WsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IB9HedQmW38/s72-c/breakfast+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7130824607591382989</id><published>2009-12-16T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:02:50.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we can send him to Scout camp</title><content type='html'>Ever since Caden was a little baby, we swaddled him to sleep.  We liked it because it got him to sleep longer at a younger age.  And he liked it, too, see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylmefHxFaI/AAAAAAAAARM/OmcqoCeAEe0/s1600-h/HPIM1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylmefHxFaI/AAAAAAAAARM/OmcqoCeAEe0/s320/HPIM1118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972700825916834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his first birthday rolled around and he started growing out of the size L SwaddleMe, Chad and I started asking each other questions such as, "Do they make these any size bigger?" and, "How is he going to expain this thing to his mission companion?"  The biggest reason I kept swaddling him for so long is because I was the one who wasn't ready to give it up.  Swaddling him meant I rocked him to sleep.  Some times I would hold him his entire nap and we'd just snuggle and be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylme4Fs4YI/AAAAAAAAARU/eZoCF14Fd6w/s1600-h/swaddled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sylme4Fs4YI/AAAAAAAAARU/eZoCF14Fd6w/s320/swaddled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972707528139138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, the time came for both of us to grow up.  My big boy no longer needed his mom as my baby had.  Sometime between then and now, he talked me into just laying him down, blowing kisses, turning off the light and shutting the door. So now, instead of a swaddled little burrito, when I peak in on my best little buddy, I find something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylmfFmDncI/AAAAAAAAARc/QVoFnEJL1nE/s1600-h/Caden+crib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylmfFmDncI/AAAAAAAAARc/QVoFnEJL1nE/s320/Caden+crib.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415972711153507778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a huge pile of drool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7130824607591382989?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7130824607591382989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-we-can-send-him-to-scout-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7130824607591382989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7130824607591382989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-we-can-send-him-to-scout-camp.html' title='Now we can send him to Scout camp'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SylmefHxFaI/AAAAAAAAARM/OmcqoCeAEe0/s72-c/HPIM1118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7284775001120252173</id><published>2009-10-27T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:29:54.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue59et4l4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/QO0fjDUMl3Q/s1600-h/CadeCanyon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue59et4l4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/QO0fjDUMl3Q/s320/CadeCanyon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397487144295503746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue58mmfDNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/btntp6V0mVU/s1600-h/Cade+in+field2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue58mmfDNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/btntp6V0mVU/s320/Cade+in+field2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397487129232084178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue58AbboRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7B-wBBaZpow/s1600-h/Cade+in+field.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue58AbboRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7B-wBBaZpow/s320/Cade+in+field.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397487118985175314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he is as cute as I think he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thanks to my cousin Jenn for taking all these pictures!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7284775001120252173?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7284775001120252173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/caden.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7284775001120252173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7284775001120252173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/caden.html' title='Caden'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Sue59et4l4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/QO0fjDUMl3Q/s72-c/CadeCanyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-690990087219178434</id><published>2009-10-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:41:19.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad's White Coat Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;August 2009&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once described the White Coat Ceremony to me as the opposite of graduation. The program was all about the importance of beginning a profession in the health care field.  My favorite quote was something the Dean said, "You spent months convincing us how special and important you are in deserving to be here.  Now we are going to hold you to that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SuIDZLCYz_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/e0MzRroSdbs/s1600-h/Caden+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SuIDZLCYz_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/e0MzRroSdbs/s320/Caden+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879034537693170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SuIDYy5g3jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bI9kh2JcEVk/s1600-h/Caden+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SuIDYy5g3jI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bI9kh2JcEVk/s320/Caden+083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879028058021426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-690990087219178434?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/690990087219178434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/chads-white-coat-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/690990087219178434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/690990087219178434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/chads-white-coat-ceremony.html' title='Chad&apos;s White Coat Ceremony'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SuIDZLCYz_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/e0MzRroSdbs/s72-c/Caden+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-3803118275932750420</id><published>2009-10-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:11:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PQjBqHGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9w995xdyMwg/s1600-h/HPIM2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PQjBqHGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9w995xdyMwg/s320/HPIM2307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390755162172824674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday before Labor Day, my mother-in-law called to ask me if it was OK for her to bring us a surprise--new porch furniture!  She knew Chad and I had been looking for awhile, and saw a set she really liked.  This is how Cindy is: she actually checks to make sure it's OK to bring you new furniture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OnOa9gVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RME6Xt9aqZg/s1600-h/Porch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OnOa9gVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/RME6Xt9aqZg/s320/Porch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390754452267172178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the beginning of a weekend full of two IKEA runs, three trips to Home Depot, four loaves of sour dough bread, six gallons of paint, one late night dip in the hot tub, three hours to fix my toilet lid, a house full of clean windows, four artichokes at dinner, six new vegetable and herb plants, one delighted little boy to see his grandma and grandpa, and one delighted husband to see his mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OorAj2FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZkT1jken42c/s1600-h/Mark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OorAj2FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZkT1jken42c/s320/Mark.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390754477120936018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PQPJxobI/AAAAAAAAAPc/agrHBJahK_k/s1600-h/windows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PQPJxobI/AAAAAAAAAPc/agrHBJahK_k/s320/windows.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390755156838162866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OnvrPGgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Kz00SOjYFQA/s1600-h/Cade+watching.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OnvrPGgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Kz00SOjYFQA/s320/Cade+watching.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390754461193804290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the toilet lid was quite the trick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OpSdRXUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d3vIRBnCLGM/s1600-h/Norm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OpSdRXUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d3vIRBnCLGM/s320/Norm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390754487710342466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OoJs2BcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jLGDIQV2lz8/s1600-h/Chad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_OoJs2BcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jLGDIQV2lz8/s320/Chad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390754468179871170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-Want to get in with this good family?  You'd better act fast.  Mark proposed to Chelsea (at sunset on the beach...romantic...who helped plan that one?!) while they were here.  So only Casey is left on the market!  They are now accepting applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PRGAHUJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/kz71obkU38E/s1600-h/Engaged.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PRGAHUJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/kz71obkU38E/s320/Engaged.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390755171561590930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-3803118275932750420?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3803118275932750420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/schows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3803118275932750420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/3803118275932750420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/schows.html' title='Schows'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Ss_PQjBqHGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9w995xdyMwg/s72-c/HPIM2307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-5188865864426456706</id><published>2009-09-24T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:52:55.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cade's 1st birthday party (a month late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Yes, this should have been posted in July!  I didn't have a blog then, remember?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 13, 2009 was technically the day Caden turned one.  Chad, being sick with the Swine Flu, watched the "celebration" over video-chat, while Caden and I took residence at my parents.  The party consisted of me going to get a flu test myself and later, Caden eating a doughnut while his Uncle Chris and I ate nachos for dinner, watching him make a powdery mess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than ideal and not at all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my sister-in-law Deanna, who is way more on the ball than I, invited Cade to join his cousin Grace in celebrating a joint birthday three weeks later. We partied at Mutual Dale. (Oh, how I miss you, American Fork Canyon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvooIPMKvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RpCTs4euTpA/s1600-h/Gracie+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvooIPMKvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RpCTs4euTpA/s320/Gracie+Girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385153555555166962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvonZRvQCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VyEMWJCt8pU/s1600-h/Caden+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvonZRvQCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VyEMWJCt8pU/s320/Caden+Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385153542949388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srvp0IZCT9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/wP3axLyfDz4/s1600-h/Caden+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srvp0IZCT9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/wP3axLyfDz4/s320/Caden+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385154861266522066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvopXBI7PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AQo9ah32qWs/s1600-h/With+moms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvopXBI7PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AQo9ah32qWs/s320/With+moms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385153576702635250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srvoo1HthRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ipTqp07yVZE/s1600-h/Grandparents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srvoo1HthRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ipTqp07yVZE/s320/Grandparents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385153567603393810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sets of Cade's grandparents were there.  Neither Chad nor I ever knew all four of our grandparents. Caden is one lucky boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-5188865864426456706?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5188865864426456706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/cades-1st-birthday-party-month-late.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5188865864426456706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/5188865864426456706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/cades-1st-birthday-party-month-late.html' title='Cade&apos;s 1st birthday party (a month late)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrvooIPMKvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RpCTs4euTpA/s72-c/Gracie+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-7414231503849595655</id><published>2009-09-20T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:03:49.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Gardens</title><content type='html'>"What do you want to do today?"  Chad asked me last Saturday morning.  Knowing the temperature would be at least 90 degrees, I suggested Victoria Gardens.  I explained to Chad that there are fountains, water, kids, running, playing--try as he might, he could only picture the fountain at University Mall--the one you throw a penny into and make a wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grabbed Cade's swim suit, he seriously doubted, "Won't people look at us funny if our kid is in the fountain?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIohDUdSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rtW9CZGi-fw/s1600-h/HPIM2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIohDUdSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rtW9CZGi-fw/s320/HPIM2328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383781371704800546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIoHwkAPI/AAAAAAAAANw/xD_P8Iy9Sqw/s1600-h/HPIM2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIoHwkAPI/AAAAAAAAANw/xD_P8Iy9Sqw/s320/HPIM2322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383781364915241202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcInV8HqXI/AAAAAAAAANo/Rs8UeY1w4hI/s1600-h/HPIM2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcInV8HqXI/AAAAAAAAANo/Rs8UeY1w4hI/s320/HPIM2320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383781351541942642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Cade is up to his armpit in doritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIpKYy6mI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2XhtjBfvtVw/s1600-h/HPIM2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIpKYy6mI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2XhtjBfvtVw/s320/HPIM2332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383781382800730722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-7414231503849595655?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7414231503849595655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/victoria-gardens.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7414231503849595655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/7414231503849595655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/victoria-gardens.html' title='Victoria Gardens'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcIohDUdSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rtW9CZGi-fw/s72-c/HPIM2328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-4298567364735497236</id><published>2009-09-20T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:39:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. T</title><content type='html'>T as in Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear quiet for a long time...I'm sure to be greeted by a face like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC3Smw_JI/AAAAAAAAANg/K4NCBDgfaDo/s1600-h/HPIM2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC3Smw_JI/AAAAAAAAANg/K4NCBDgfaDo/s320/HPIM2358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775028455210130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this chocolate he found is from 2003, which is the last time I used the scripture bag that he found it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC24mH2aI/AAAAAAAAANY/hPSuXLIL0ME/s1600-h/Trouble!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC24mH2aI/AAAAAAAAANY/hPSuXLIL0ME/s320/Trouble!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775021473192354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caden loves my toothbrush.  Never mind that he has 11 of his own (including ones he stole from an uncle and a cousin).  He is now tall enough that if he holds on to the bathroom counter and goes on his very tiptoes...he can reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC2fOXnaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lnMwzRqWTis/s1600-h/HPIM2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC2fOXnaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lnMwzRqWTis/s320/HPIM2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383775014662675874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-4298567364735497236?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4298567364735497236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-t.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4298567364735497236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/4298567364735497236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-t.html' title='Mr. T'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrcC3Smw_JI/AAAAAAAAANg/K4NCBDgfaDo/s72-c/HPIM2358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-6576107230386835558</id><published>2009-09-20T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:18:13.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life On Arrow Road</title><content type='html'>What does Life On Arrow Road look like you might wonder?  Come on in, let me give you a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first walk in the door, you enter our living room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0H7nGNMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/v5CxfTI6aGQ/s1600-h/Caden+chillin+on+landing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0H7nGNMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/v5CxfTI6aGQ/s320/Caden+chillin+on+landing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758821665944770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the openness of this room.  And the fireplace that we hide behind the couch (who needs a fire place in So. Cal?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the view when I am sitting on the stairs, looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrbzLatKVOI/AAAAAAAAALw/fN9bNrU_FCk/s1600-h/Aerial_front+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrbzLatKVOI/AAAAAAAAALw/fN9bNrU_FCk/s320/Aerial_front+room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383757782040859874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off of our front room, we have a mud/coat area with two closests and this bathroom.  I post this picture so you will see that the toilet lid fits on the toilet tank.  It didn't when we first moved in.  Chad and his dad invested a good amount of elbow grease to make it the way it is now.  Be grateful for the little things in life, I learned, like a toilet tank lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1LupWZsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zk43V6wFbqk/s1600-h/half_bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1LupWZsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zk43V6wFbqk/s320/half_bath.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759986416838338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge improvement to our lives has come in the form of the garage.  Chad said I shouldn't post this picture, since the garage is messy.  I had to show our brand new washer and dryer. We got such a great deal on them, considering they retail for 2500 (if you want to know how much, call me.  Or, call my sister cause she got the same set!)thanks to Jon at RC Willey.  Go see him, and tell him you're my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrbEHNHRlxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LUpJCErUWOk/s1600-h/garage_chad+at+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrbEHNHRlxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LUpJCErUWOk/s320/garage_chad+at+school.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383706032626308882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going upstairs, you'll see Cade's bathroom (not shown) and his bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0IYAeJEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fqcfHeKgKyk/s1600-h/Caden%27s+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0IYAeJEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fqcfHeKgKyk/s320/Caden%27s+room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758829288563778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come to stay with us, you'll probably sleep in the craft/guest/library/storage/toy room.  After uploading the pictures, I realized I should have cleared off my craft desk.  I was in the middle of a project this day.  Oh well.  You wanted to see life in it's true form here, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0IzI-mTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AbRdiRgXams/s1600-h/library+full+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0IzI-mTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AbRdiRgXams/s320/library+full+view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758836572002610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the master bathroom (with Cade playing in the toilet.) Notice the double sink.  It creates problems because Chad wants to assign "his" and "her" (i.e. yours and mine) sides, but I prefer to use whichever is closest, clear, clean or convenient. We've bought the paint for this bathroom to be a sage green.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1MDE-ZXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YFFEUNRtBNo/s1600-h/masterbath_w_me+in+mirrorand+caden+going+for+toilet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1MDE-ZXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YFFEUNRtBNo/s320/masterbath_w_me+in+mirrorand+caden+going+for+toilet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383759991901414770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our bedroom.  I took a picture of our walk in closet, but decided to bypass it since my running clothes were on the floor, and Chad's pajamas on the shelf.  Use your imagination for the closet.  It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0JbSndzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tRUPK_3GWXM/s1600-h/Master+bedroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0JbSndzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tRUPK_3GWXM/s320/Master+bedroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758847349847858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb6PX4LcvI/AAAAAAAAANI/LyxRPWmwC7Y/s1600-h/Aerial+view+of+master+bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb6PX4LcvI/AAAAAAAAANI/LyxRPWmwC7Y/s320/Aerial+view+of+master+bed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383765546582635250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the foot of my bed, off of our bedroom is an extra room. (You can see our bathroom down the hall, as well as the door to the hallway and the door to our closet on the left.  It's like our own little suite up there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1MvK7vDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wIAk3OOXrUU/s1600-h/Stairway+to+loft.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1MvK7vDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wIAk3OOXrUU/s320/Stairway+to+loft.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760003737566258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad's loft is where he spends most of his time studying.  It has a huge whiteboard for him to diagram animals, and posters of dog breeds on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrbEdoR8o9I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZoQaFmkvSbU/s1600-h/Chad+Study+HAll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/SrbEdoR8o9I/AAAAAAAAALY/ZoQaFmkvSbU/s320/Chad+Study+HAll.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383706417875952594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're almost done with the tour.  Here is our kitchen.  I didn't take a picture of our "dining area" off our our kithen.  I love everything about my kitchen: the countertops, the wood floor, the sink, the dishwasher (it's greatly improved my quality of life), the tree outside, the large window, and the glass cabinets that will one day show off my fine china.  Right now, they show off matching Target dishes and a selection of my favorite cookbooks.  I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1Nh1ZRaI/AAAAAAAAANA/jfwFJZUOfmA/s1600-h/Kitchen+floors.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1Nh1ZRaI/AAAAAAAAANA/jfwFJZUOfmA/s320/Kitchen+floors.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760017337435554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1NIRqTtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R7VS8w7_6II/s1600-h/Kitchen+length.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb1NIRqTtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R7VS8w7_6II/s320/Kitchen+length.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760010476670674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, does anyone know where to take Blogger lessons?  I want to enroll Chad.  I asked him to upload some pictures of our house, so I could edit and caption them (wasn't that enjoyable), and by the time I caught him, he'd posted several different posts with 1 picture each.  The titles started out as "garage" and "nice kitchen" but evolved into "Chad is the best" and "Chad loves Michelle".  I have to agree about both statements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5396937618483249186-6576107230386835558?l=lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6576107230386835558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-on-arrow-road.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6576107230386835558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5396937618483249186/posts/default/6576107230386835558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonarrowroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-on-arrow-road.html' title='Life On Arrow Road'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-zvaH_hFkY/Tzg5dR_PEUI/AAAAAAAABNI/GUFmhYZhqh0/s220/Michelle-BYUI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJJfEopsm_Q/Srb0H7nGNMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/v5CxfTI6aGQ/s72-c/Caden+chillin+on+landing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396937618483249186.post-3893805110910671121</id><published>2009-09-08T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:47:40.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I am posting a bunch of videos, mainly for Cade's grandmas and grandpas who are missing him! Disclaimer: I rarely watch videos on other people's blogs. Sorry! If you don't want to be a blogger friend anymore, I understand. I am only posting them for family. So don't feel obligated to watch them all. Unless you're related. In that case, I expect you to feel completely obligated, and I will be asking about it next time I see you. &lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out what order these videos are in, so I can't provide any commentary on each one.  They are just snippets taken here and there over the last few weeks.  One of my favorites is of the day I was making my couch pillows, he found a piece of stuffing and sat at our coffee table and blew it for an hour! 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