<?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-8230338661163707640</id><updated>2012-01-29T02:28:41.635-08:00</updated><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Home Schooling - Math'/><category term='Daddy Time'/><category term='Home Schooling - Grammar'/><category term='Home Schooling'/><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='Tiger'/><title type='text'>Family Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3107790123431378801</id><published>2010-12-09T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:02:59.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Kids in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>I just recently decided to have the kids help in the kitchen. My hope was that they would want to eat more of what I was cooking. Guess what, it worked! What a blessing it was for me to have their help too! Thanks boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/TQEK2-ahXNI/AAAAAAAABcs/M6f9YFIreVE/s1600/Randon%2BKid%2BStuff%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728155480612050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/TQEK2-ahXNI/AAAAAAAABcs/M6f9YFIreVE/s400/Randon%2BKid%2BStuff%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/TQEJz1_O3rI/AAAAAAAABcU/3-63bCzbrn8/s1600/Randon%2BKid%2BStuff%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548727002167434930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/TQEJz1_O3rI/AAAAAAAABcU/3-63bCzbrn8/s400/Randon%2BKid%2BStuff%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3107790123431378801?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3107790123431378801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3107790123431378801' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3107790123431378801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3107790123431378801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2010/12/kids-in-kitchen.html' title='Kids in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/TQEK2-ahXNI/AAAAAAAABcs/M6f9YFIreVE/s72-c/Randon%2BKid%2BStuff%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1209092051954338277</id><published>2010-01-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:12:58.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went check on Cutie and her friend while they were playing and this is what I found. The girls had decided to "play" home school. Since the dolls are their "children," why not teach them up a little! Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1Jj0yVNJWI/AAAAAAAABcE/qQSmmbszkZY/s1600-h/IMG_4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427510259449931106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1Jj0yVNJWI/AAAAAAAABcE/qQSmmbszkZY/s400/IMG_4812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1Jj0vs4WLI/AAAAAAAABb8/vePBg4VWoog/s1600-h/IMG_4813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427510258743924914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1Jj0vs4WLI/AAAAAAAABb8/vePBg4VWoog/s400/IMG_4813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1JjYYrZmqI/AAAAAAAABb0/JZO5_LRJSQY/s1600-h/IMG_4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427509771527363234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1JjYYrZmqI/AAAAAAAABb0/JZO5_LRJSQY/s400/IMG_4811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1209092051954338277?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1209092051954338277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1209092051954338277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1209092051954338277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1209092051954338277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-girls.html' title='Sweet Girls'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S1Jj0yVNJWI/AAAAAAAABcE/qQSmmbszkZY/s72-c/IMG_4812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1168636130416225601</id><published>2010-01-05T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:46:53.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Shots</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe another year is gone already. I think as I get older, the years start going by faster. The kids are getting so big and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;! It really does seem like just yesterday I was pregnant with Cutie and now she is already 9! CRAZY! It doesn't help when we get our pictures taken! I just look at the pictures and start to feel older...at least I have my kids to keep me young! Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388209352939522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-15GGGAI/AAAAAAAABas/JjmDPHB72NI/s320/111509_5509-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-3HhnYxI/AAAAAAAABbE/tZVlitlXN3w/s1600-h/111509_5359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388230406333202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-3HhnYxI/AAAAAAAABbE/tZVlitlXN3w/s320/111509_5359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388215735634546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-2Q32SnI/AAAAAAAABa0/VhY837bVtOU/s320/111509_5313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-2wVbTLI/AAAAAAAABa8/uYT-7PAc2bA/s1600-h/111509_5341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388224181193906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-2wVbTLI/AAAAAAAABa8/uYT-7PAc2bA/s320/111509_5341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1168636130416225601?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1168636130416225601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1168636130416225601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1168636130416225601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1168636130416225601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-shots.html' title='Family Shots'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0O-15GGGAI/AAAAAAAABas/JjmDPHB72NI/s72-c/111509_5509-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-200499776648550159</id><published>2009-11-30T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:39:20.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little guy wasn't as tall as the light switch....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SxRXVoImn8I/AAAAAAAABak/cq_RZk7tvj8/s1600/IMG_4810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410045081441181634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SxRXVoImn8I/AAAAAAAABak/cq_RZk7tvj8/s400/IMG_4810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-200499776648550159?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/200499776648550159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=200499776648550159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/200499776648550159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/200499776648550159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-remember-when.html' title='I remember when...'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SxRXVoImn8I/AAAAAAAABak/cq_RZk7tvj8/s72-c/IMG_4810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6541759749040805763</id><published>2009-11-05T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:32:25.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SvNuZxtXsGI/AAAAAAAABac/7_DIKIuJU0o/s1600-h/IMG_4784.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words cannot descibe his feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SvNuCCcbVII/AAAAAAAABaE/sEobykScTkc/s1600-h/IMG_4807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400781359442252930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SvNuCCcbVII/AAAAAAAABaE/sEobykScTkc/s400/IMG_4807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SvNuBEy-0II/AAAAAAAABZ8/UGKGdY4Iwug/s1600-h/IMG_4811.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6541759749040805763?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6541759749040805763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6541759749040805763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6541759749040805763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6541759749040805763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/11/candy.html' title='Candy!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SvNuCCcbVII/AAAAAAAABaE/sEobykScTkc/s72-c/IMG_4807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1657481295135389708</id><published>2009-09-29T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:07:50.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy is reading!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy and I were cuddled up on the couch last Tuesday night reading his phonics book. (Phonics Pathways)  He had been reading three letter words for a few days.  He kept asking for more words.  So, I thought, why not try a BOB book.  The heartwarming thing was that he wanted to cuddle with Tiger and read!   Watching him sound out words with his brother there to guide him was amazing.  They both looked so proud and happy.  It was neat to watch them share this moment together. I just can't believe I didn't grab my camera!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures from the following week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy reading a BOB book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387012177588714130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SsKDCK3g-pI/AAAAAAAABZk/TSISWlihlFg/s320/IMG_4221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the kids were so proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387012183304098610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SsKDCgKK0zI/AAAAAAAABZs/rYD30G_j1u0/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy loved all the attention from the older kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SsKDC96K81I/AAAAAAAABZ0/T9oZj_LCVD0/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387012191290061650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SsKDC96K81I/AAAAAAAABZ0/T9oZj_LCVD0/s320/IMG_4219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1657481295135389708?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1657481295135389708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1657481295135389708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1657481295135389708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1657481295135389708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-guy-is-reading.html' title='Little Guy is reading!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SsKDCK3g-pI/AAAAAAAABZk/TSISWlihlFg/s72-c/IMG_4221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8184772003447636813</id><published>2009-09-17T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:42:11.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Schooling - Grammar'/><title type='text'>Hopscotch Grammar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need help remembering the 4 types of sentences?  Try playing Hopscotch Grammar!  Hubby drew this for me the night before our class!  Love hubby! Each square has the abbreviation for a type of sentence. The kids drew a card (with an abbreviation) and had to tell the name of the sentence. ex. D = declarative. Then they defined a declarative sentence and told me declarative sentence.  If they got it right...they were able to begin.  They enjoyed it much more than I thought they would! Happy Hopscotching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItOwNJ4TI/AAAAAAAABZU/wHJ2FiVVXIE/s1600-h/IMG_4182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382414236142657842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItOwNJ4TI/AAAAAAAABZU/wHJ2FiVVXIE/s320/IMG_4182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here the kids are giving Little Guy a "little" help. Oh, he had gotten a bloody nose during the game...thus, the tissue in his nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItOYXU-SI/AAAAAAAABZM/S8iwuEhUeiY/s1600-h/IMG_4185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382414229742876962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItOYXU-SI/AAAAAAAABZM/S8iwuEhUeiY/s320/IMG_4185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItNlDnm5I/AAAAAAAABZE/bIQcKEvMMUg/s1600-h/IMG_4184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382414215970003858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItNlDnm5I/AAAAAAAABZE/bIQcKEvMMUg/s320/IMG_4184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No pics of Tiger because he was bike riding with hubby all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItNKtAG1I/AAAAAAAABY8/uw376dp81eM/s1600-h/IMG_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382414208895818578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItNKtAG1I/AAAAAAAABY8/uw376dp81eM/s320/IMG_4183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8184772003447636813?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8184772003447636813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8184772003447636813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8184772003447636813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8184772003447636813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/hopscotch-grammar.html' title='Hopscotch Grammar'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrItOwNJ4TI/AAAAAAAABZU/wHJ2FiVVXIE/s72-c/IMG_4182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4264094690759502606</id><published>2009-09-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:01:03.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Schooling - Math'/><title type='text'>Starbucks + Math = Home School Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I made hot chocolate last Monday, the kids thought Mondays were going to be hot chocolate days! I had no idea how much they enjoyed drinking hot chocolate while studying the bible. So, today we packed up and went to Starbucks for the first hour of school! The kids memorized the next few catechisms and then studied their math facts! I am thinking Starbucks might get use to seeing us once a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhXVk4Z1I/AAAAAAAABY0/80jJwThdHC4/s1600-h/IMG_4177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381838239520286546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhXVk4Z1I/AAAAAAAABY0/80jJwThdHC4/s320/IMG_4177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing like being silly after working hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhW5wOwaI/AAAAAAAABYs/VZWdnfoSgog/s1600-h/IMG_4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381838232051696034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhW5wOwaI/AAAAAAAABYs/VZWdnfoSgog/s320/IMG_4176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't Little Guy getting good with the camera!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381838219654260178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhWLkc5dI/AAAAAAAABYk/Vzt2qL_dqzs/s320/IMG_4171.JPG" /&gt;Tiger and Cutie did very well on their timed math test today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhVtqOKRI/AAAAAAAABYc/V-J_C_CyfGg/s1600-h/IMG_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381838211625396498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhVtqOKRI/AAAAAAAABYc/V-J_C_CyfGg/s320/IMG_4172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhVMBQx4I/AAAAAAAABYU/kNS04RQ-MR0/s1600-h/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381838202595231618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhVMBQx4I/AAAAAAAABYU/kNS04RQ-MR0/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew that I would love home schooling. I just had no idea how rewarding it would be. I had taught in a private school the last four years and found it very rewarding. However, there is something more rewarding about home schooling. I love being with all my kids. It is so nice to have them all together. Watching the older ones teach the younger ones is truly amazing. I love how much more my children help one another...look out for another...encourage one another. Last night at the dinner table they couldn't say enough about our day. Hubby told me later in the evening how nice it is to&lt;strong&gt; hear&lt;/strong&gt; their happiness! They were happy before, but there is a different feel in our home now. I am sure that I will have days when I want to pull out my hair (at least that is what I am told), but for now I am just so thankful to have this time with my kids. They are truly a blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4264094690759502606?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4264094690759502606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4264094690759502606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4264094690759502606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4264094690759502606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/starbucks-math-home-school-fun.html' title='Starbucks + Math = Home School Fun'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SrAhXVk4Z1I/AAAAAAAABY0/80jJwThdHC4/s72-c/IMG_4177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6006121554955998085</id><published>2009-09-10T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:01:31.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Who needs chalk???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids wanted to draw a four square in the street last night. They went looking for chalk...but none was to be found. We decide to use flour instead! It worked wonderfully! The kids were so excited that a lot of the flour ended up on their cute little faces! What a fun evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379850801477002114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqkRzN6jI4I/AAAAAAAABYE/Q4sDpvF0WOQ/s320/IMG_4122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379850790032073730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqkRyjR3ZAI/AAAAAAAABX8/By90Cf0LxSw/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqkRzpyUbkI/AAAAAAAABYM/h1lzE5jtSeA/s1600-h/IMG_4127.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379850784415143442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqkRyOWr1hI/AAAAAAAABX0/U5OQECElFOY/s320/IMG_4125.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6006121554955998085?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6006121554955998085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6006121554955998085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6006121554955998085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6006121554955998085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-needs-chalk.html' title='Who needs chalk???'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqkRzN6jI4I/AAAAAAAABYE/Q4sDpvF0WOQ/s72-c/IMG_4122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3454248927418685117</id><published>2009-09-08T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:47:14.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Schooling'/><title type='text'>Our First Day of Home School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379224682759990258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYWT7sK_I/AAAAAAAABWc/Q-TD5ZYJqe8/s320/IMG_4105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbY1cSs3XI/AAAAAAAABXs/Zu0d5xfiRN8/s1600-h/IMG_4118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are on our first day! The kids all did a wonderful job. We started our morning with hot chocolate and Bible time in the kitchen. I am amazed at how much the kids wanted to learn! I knew they were excited...but not that excited! We all can't wait to start again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379225099212545074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYujVt3DI/AAAAAAAABXc/ppQNNqjX04Y/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" /&gt; Here is Little Guy working hard on some coloring. He finished his work early, but he didn't want to leave the school room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379225085230043794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYtvQB0pI/AAAAAAAABXM/pfhrpNUMEc8/s320/IMG_4114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy and Tiger had such determination today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379225074532518978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYtHZijEI/AAAAAAAABXE/910pY0M8ORI/s320/IMG_4113.JPG" /&gt; Tiger working hard on his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379224710948023218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYX88Pa7I/AAAAAAAABW0/FmHyDL-R_fI/s320/IMG_4110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still can't believe Cutie is in the fourth grade! She did a fabulous job today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379224694018634370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYW939coI/AAAAAAAABWk/mXqiemYVGGI/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" /&gt; Everyone working hard to finish! We were done and noon! How nice to finish early and then go to the pool! What a great day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3454248927418685117?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3454248927418685117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3454248927418685117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3454248927418685117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3454248927418685117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-first-day-of-home-school.html' title='Our First Day of Home School'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqbYWT7sK_I/AAAAAAAABWc/Q-TD5ZYJqe8/s72-c/IMG_4105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5797505001270151564</id><published>2009-09-07T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:05:54.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Schooling'/><title type='text'>Am I ready? Really?</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is because I am a teacher...or maybe because I feel so organized...but I really feel ready for Tuesday...our first day of "home school." The curriculum has all finally arrived. My yearly plans are complete. All weekly lessons plans are done. The room is ready...the kids are excited. My desk is finally complete! I don't think I have forgotten anything. WAIT! I don't know who is going to clean my house next week! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqUhBdMJ_uI/AAAAAAAABWU/0GvT7_R4-e8/s1600-h/IMG_4036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378741638863126242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqUhBdMJ_uI/AAAAAAAABWU/0GvT7_R4-e8/s320/IMG_4036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5797505001270151564?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5797505001270151564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5797505001270151564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5797505001270151564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5797505001270151564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-ready-really.html' title='Am I ready? Really?'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqUhBdMJ_uI/AAAAAAAABWU/0GvT7_R4-e8/s72-c/IMG_4036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7562389545536607824</id><published>2009-09-05T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:05:15.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Too Hot To Go Outside</title><content type='html'>What do you do when it it too hot to go outside? My kids and their friends like to slide down the stairs in a sleeping bag! I was thinking my poor kids have been a little neglected while I was getting things ready for school!  NOT! They have been enjoying trying to figure out how to entertain themselves!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMJ7oTscKI/AAAAAAAABWE/LaJyA2GVFKw/s1600-h/IMG_4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378153300047458466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMJ7oTscKI/AAAAAAAABWE/LaJyA2GVFKw/s320/IMG_4022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7562389545536607824?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7562389545536607824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7562389545536607824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7562389545536607824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7562389545536607824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-hot-to-go-outside.html' title='Too Hot To Go Outside'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMJ7oTscKI/AAAAAAAABWE/LaJyA2GVFKw/s72-c/IMG_4022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1182995279432604781</id><published>2009-09-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:33:19.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger'/><title type='text'>Tiger at the Skate Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiger can usually be found at the beach skim boarding or playing football at the park with Hubby. This week he has found a new hobby...skateboarding. We have gone to the skate park almost every morning. He is getting pretty good! As his Aunt Tami says, "he was born to have a board under those feet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMDI8SwfrI/AAAAAAAABV8/-9UcJZrdI0k/s1600-h/IMG_4031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378145832169143986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMDI8SwfrI/AAAAAAAABV8/-9UcJZrdI0k/s320/IMG_4031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMDITcv1kI/AAAAAAAABV0/fNfcSNxg7UY/s1600-h/IMG_4032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378145821205190210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMDITcv1kI/AAAAAAAABV0/fNfcSNxg7UY/s320/IMG_4032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ4VQJK_cI/AAAAAAAABVs/2bhcjCeqDYU/s1600-h/IMG_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377993211539815874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ4VQJK_cI/AAAAAAAABVs/2bhcjCeqDYU/s320/IMG_3996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love watching him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ3127B1AI/AAAAAAAABVk/EPDNE67fsxc/s1600-h/IMG_3990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992672193664002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ3127B1AI/AAAAAAAABVk/EPDNE67fsxc/s320/IMG_3990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ31WkUjsI/AAAAAAAABVc/HOPKykgTzQY/s1600-h/IMG_4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992663508487874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ31WkUjsI/AAAAAAAABVc/HOPKykgTzQY/s320/IMG_4001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's contemplating the "Volcano"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ30WvD9xI/AAAAAAAABVU/jS-OdLlUb7s/s1600-h/IMG_3998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992646373668626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqJ30WvD9xI/AAAAAAAABVU/jS-OdLlUb7s/s320/IMG_3998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1182995279432604781?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1182995279432604781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1182995279432604781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1182995279432604781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1182995279432604781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiger-at-skate-park.html' title='Tiger at the Skate Park'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SqMDI8SwfrI/AAAAAAAABV8/-9UcJZrdI0k/s72-c/IMG_4031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5814801641127450908</id><published>2009-08-31T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:46:33.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Schooling'/><title type='text'>Our Home School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SpxUOmmNnFI/AAAAAAAABVM/h_LlrVa1W3M/s1600-h/IMG_4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264665029254226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SpxUOmmNnFI/AAAAAAAABVM/h_LlrVa1W3M/s320/IMG_4019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been very busy ever since we found out our beloved school SACA had to close. (sorry for the lack of posts...it has been a little crazy around here.) Hubby and I tossed around the idea of putting our children into another private school, but none in the area can compare to the education our children received at SACA! (Not to mention how much I loved teaching at the school my children were attending!) We also wanted our children to continue being classically trained. So, we decided the best thing to do was home school our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SpxTZpDHjbI/AAAAAAAABU8/1SpQbh40_Y4/s1600-h/IMG_4021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376263755154296242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SpxTZpDHjbI/AAAAAAAABU8/1SpQbh40_Y4/s320/IMG_4021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thankfully, we have some friends who also wanted to have their children home schooled...and asked if I would teach their children right along with my own. My kids are thrilled to have one student each in their "class." (except Little Guy...he is our only Kindergartner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, we made our decision, we needed to figure out where we would teach the children. Tiger and Little Guy have missed being roommates. So, Hubby asked them if they would want to share a room again. Thankfully, they were thrilled to bunk back up together and I was thrilled to have a room dedicated for school!We start next week! I will be sure and keep you all posted on how we are doing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5814801641127450908?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5814801641127450908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5814801641127450908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5814801641127450908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5814801641127450908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-home-school.html' title='Our Home School'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SpxUOmmNnFI/AAAAAAAABVM/h_LlrVa1W3M/s72-c/IMG_4019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1600503438846374686</id><published>2009-07-11T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:47:05.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Dinner on the beach</title><content type='html'>There is nothing more "summer" than dinner on the beach! We love going and watching the sunset. The kids played in the ocean, ate dinner, and then went to the shake shack with the dads! It was a perfect evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our three beautiful beach bums!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357226291130440962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw7ZA2nQI/AAAAAAAABUM/-hi-UOu2hBM/s320/IMG_3833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sunset over our dinner table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw84oeZ3I/AAAAAAAABUs/U_xwA0-ur9E/s1600-h/IMG_3832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357226316797994866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw84oeZ3I/AAAAAAAABUs/U_xwA0-ur9E/s320/IMG_3832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw8VqGuaI/AAAAAAAABUk/GrwhRPzstOQ/s1600-h/IMG_3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357226307409590690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw8VqGuaI/AAAAAAAABUk/GrwhRPzstOQ/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys hanging in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw8PuMBLI/AAAAAAAABUc/y_Rflx9zuzI/s1600-h/IMG_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357226305816102066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw8PuMBLI/AAAAAAAABUc/y_Rflx9zuzI/s320/IMG_3814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfect sandcastle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw7jCbkXI/AAAAAAAABUU/QAfJpldFhxM/s1600-h/IMG_3805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357226293821411698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw7jCbkXI/AAAAAAAABUU/QAfJpldFhxM/s320/IMG_3805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1600503438846374686?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1600503438846374686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1600503438846374686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1600503438846374686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1600503438846374686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/07/dinner-on-beach.html' title='Dinner on the beach'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sliw7ZA2nQI/AAAAAAAABUM/-hi-UOu2hBM/s72-c/IMG_3833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8620174686038917510</id><published>2009-06-29T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:47:35.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>No Cable = More Smiles</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I decided to get rid of cable. It has been one of the best things we ever did. We have been talking about it for moths, but neither one of us took the initiative to do it. So, while hubby was in Nevada, I took back our cable boxes. (I called him to get his approval).&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how much more family time we have had now! The kids and I have made more trips to the library, pool and beach. We are reading together more, playing more board games, and hanging outside meeting our neighbors! It has been fabulous! Here are some pictures of the kids playing monkey in the middle with hubby. I am sure we would have been in front of the TV this night if it would have been available...how wonderful to have made this memory instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy was full of laughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352749314898987026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJJE5FCBI/AAAAAAAABTs/9Raopv-rryE/s320/IMG_3700.jpg" /&gt;Hey Tiger, get ready!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJKGhi4GI/AAAAAAAABUE/IEAL7jvIxXA/s1600-h/IMG_3710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352749332517019746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJKGhi4GI/AAAAAAAABUE/IEAL7jvIxXA/s320/IMG_3710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hurry Little Guy, daddy is going to tickle me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJJ9Ht4bI/AAAAAAAABT8/udHHV2qMGP4/s1600-h/IMG_3709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352749329992769970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJJ9Ht4bI/AAAAAAAABT8/udHHV2qMGP4/s320/IMG_3709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I got daddy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJJWbEmzI/AAAAAAAABT0/6hFzgfWIiGM/s1600-h/IMG_3701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352749319604968242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJJWbEmzI/AAAAAAAABT0/6hFzgfWIiGM/s320/IMG_3701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8620174686038917510?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8620174686038917510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8620174686038917510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8620174686038917510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8620174686038917510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-cable-more-smiles.html' title='No Cable = More Smiles'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SkjJJE5FCBI/AAAAAAAABTs/9Raopv-rryE/s72-c/IMG_3700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5432333420720390094</id><published>2009-06-06T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:48:03.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy Time'/><title type='text'>Helping Daddy</title><content type='html'>I am always so amazed at my hubby's patience with the boys. They asked him to hang a dry erase board in their room a few weeks ago. He took this time to teach them a little more about a drill and a hammer. Tiger wasn't as into as Little Guy, probably because he already knows how to use all those tools! Little Guy was in heaven. Tiger ended up teaching Little Guy right alongside Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiger, the pro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCjPakxZI/AAAAAAAABS4/LEkdLUFQqKk/s1600-h/IMG_3310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344227449773540754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCjPakxZI/AAAAAAAABS4/LEkdLUFQqKk/s320/IMG_3310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the concentration on Little Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCi44EeuI/AAAAAAAABSw/nst5h1gYlyM/s1600-h/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344227443723238114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCi44EeuI/AAAAAAAABSw/nst5h1gYlyM/s320/IMG_3306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby teaching Little Guy about drill bits.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344227111733367490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCPkHhEsI/AAAAAAAABSI/DF7SgpGucI8/s320/IMG_3303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing his hammering skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCQpzYaBI/AAAAAAAABSo/pPZd61lBCWM/s1600-h/IMG_3309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344227130439395346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCQpzYaBI/AAAAAAAABSo/pPZd61lBCWM/s320/IMG_3309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCQWKi2mI/AAAAAAAABSg/CM5PGGTjo6Y/s1600-h/IMG_3311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344227125167839842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCQWKi2mI/AAAAAAAABSg/CM5PGGTjo6Y/s320/IMG_3311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they both put that tongue out while concentrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCQCGJ_1I/AAAAAAAABSY/m1wfb5-Ho5M/s1600-h/IMG_3307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344227119780724562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCQCGJ_1I/AAAAAAAABSY/m1wfb5-Ho5M/s320/IMG_3307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5432333420720390094?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5432333420720390094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5432333420720390094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5432333420720390094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5432333420720390094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/06/helping-daddy.html' title='Helping Daddy'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiqCjPakxZI/AAAAAAAABS4/LEkdLUFQqKk/s72-c/IMG_3310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-752311723710542137</id><published>2009-06-04T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:27:56.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eggs for breakfast</title><content type='html'>I love reading to my little ones! Little Guy wanted me to read Green Eggs and Ham. I think I enjoy those Dr. Seuss books more than the kids! Anyway, after reading it to him I asked if he would like to try green eggs for breakfast. He said, "YES!" He was so cute! He had eaten green eggs before at school, but he didn't get to "make" them. So, he begged to "make" them with me. I promised he would be able to help prepare them in the am. So here are some pics of our green eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy adding the food  coloring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561040819859170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SigkdImvLuI/AAAAAAAABRo/bRxLPqmIDl4/s320/IMG_3604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping me  scramble  those green eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561044823279490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SigkdXhOh4I/AAAAAAAABRw/56EZyWOHqA4/s320/IMG_3606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy would eat green eggs here OR there! He'd eat them anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sigkd-ccZjI/AAAAAAAABSA/fEb2guHTwzc/s1600-h/IMG_3610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561055272199730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sigkd-ccZjI/AAAAAAAABSA/fEb2guHTwzc/s320/IMG_3610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Guy even talked the girls into it! He could not get Tiger to try them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SigkdhggkhI/AAAAAAAABR4/7W8XzM_0DKc/s1600-h/IMG_3608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343561047504622098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SigkdhggkhI/AAAAAAAABR4/7W8XzM_0DKc/s320/IMG_3608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-752311723710542137?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/752311723710542137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=752311723710542137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/752311723710542137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/752311723710542137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/06/green-eggs-for-breakfast.html' title='Green Eggs for breakfast'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SigkdImvLuI/AAAAAAAABRo/bRxLPqmIDl4/s72-c/IMG_3604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-2969635577994188698</id><published>2009-06-02T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:50:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe summer is finally here!  Our last day of school was May 22. I know, I am late posting...so what's new!  Maybe now that summer is here I will have some more time for blogging! &lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of our children!  They did a great job at the program!  Cutie is now a 4th grader, Tiger is a 2nd grader and Little Guy will go to Kindergarten!  Wow! Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Guy strutting his stuff after the program&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdoV6vL-I/AAAAAAAABRc/TR6CpprKqx4/s1600-h/IMG_3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342849849348796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdoV6vL-I/AAAAAAAABRc/TR6CpprKqx4/s320/IMG_3489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiger and Cutie with Ms. Howington...the principal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdoG3_mkI/AAAAAAAABRQ/5sRwk2Q88YA/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342849845310757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdoG3_mkI/AAAAAAAABRQ/5sRwk2Q88YA/s320/IMG_3487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie with her teacher, Ms. Imboden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdn1Lw-6I/AAAAAAAABRE/kF0khkoZVi4/s1600-h/IMG_3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342849840561847202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdn1Lw-6I/AAAAAAAABRE/kF0khkoZVi4/s320/IMG_3485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger with his teacher, Mrs. Holt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdnYhJKCI/AAAAAAAABQ4/hNqejxYpZDo/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342849832866883618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdnYhJKCI/AAAAAAAABQ4/hNqejxYpZDo/s320/IMG_3488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie and Tiger handing our  programs at the beginning of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdnALvhwI/AAAAAAAABQs/cnfcxuMb2xk/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342849826334672642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdnALvhwI/AAAAAAAABQs/cnfcxuMb2xk/s320/IMG_3470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-2969635577994188698?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/2969635577994188698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=2969635577994188698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2969635577994188698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2969635577994188698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='The Last Day of School'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiWdoV6vL-I/AAAAAAAABRc/TR6CpprKqx4/s72-c/IMG_3489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6582783168377348243</id><published>2009-05-30T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:38:33.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Girl Place</title><content type='html'>Cutie was so excited to go to AGP today to have lunch and buy Samantha and Nellie's pjs for herself.  Last year she had enough money to buy the pjs for the dolls and this year she had saved enough money to buy  one herself.  She was heartbroken when we arrived and were told that Samantha and Nellie have become collector dolls...they have been locked away in the vault!  You can no longer buy their accessories or the dolls!  She was so sad!  I was devastated for her! However, we were told that the dolls are now selling for $400-$500 on ebay!  I haven't checked that figure yet!  We won't be selling her dolls anyway!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854668036917234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUhKoaR_I/AAAAAAAABQc/Disj8k9o3zY/s400/IMG_3591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie decided to spend her money on Julie.  The doll she wanted last year, but didn't have enough money to buy. She was actually a little short this year too! So, we put a call into daddy. (we do that every year!)  How can hubby say no to her?!  He pitched in the rest...and the day was much brighter!  Happy Birthday Cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside the cafe waiting to be seated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854649569264594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUgF1YQ9I/AAAAAAAABQE/v2pDXBYlDOw/s400/IMG_3568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie chose the mini burger and hot dog again this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854663713530242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUg6hooYI/AAAAAAAABQU/lOThQsxo5_g/s400/IMG_3582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie with Nellie waiting for her pink lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854660823549730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUgvwnByI/AAAAAAAABQM/UYHltsiViJU/s400/IMG_3574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The drive home...they played the whole way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUhVHdIMI/AAAAAAAABQk/9FpWDbFy5sE/s1600-h/IMG_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341854670851481794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUhVHdIMI/AAAAAAAABQk/9FpWDbFy5sE/s400/IMG_3601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6582783168377348243?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6582783168377348243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6582783168377348243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6582783168377348243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6582783168377348243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-girl-place.html' title='American Girl Place'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiIUhKoaR_I/AAAAAAAABQc/Disj8k9o3zY/s72-c/IMG_3591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7822096143156713379</id><published>2009-05-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:37:06.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's 9th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cutie turned 9 this week. I can't believe it! She is getting so big! Her requests were simple this year! Melt-in-your-mouth pancakes and eggs for breakfast, hot tub with hot chocolate and marshmellows after breakfast, Disneyland with a friend AND lunch with mom at the American Girl Store with a friend. Here are some pictures from her special day. American Girl Store is scheduled for Saturday! I think she requested that more for me than her! I love going there with her! Happy Birthday Cutie! We love you and are so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie getting her birthday wish and Fun GiftCard from Mickey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341282994075768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMlXK4mII/AAAAAAAABPc/lWnbLDDIVi0/s400/IMG_3534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie and Hubby on Splash Mountain! I could never ride that!&lt;br /&gt;They had a blast together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283005114130850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMmASooaI/AAAAAAAABPs/6djL7la4pn0/s400/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutie brought a friend to Disney too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMl9FXT0I/AAAAAAAABPk/PtVg106SmHM/s1600-h/IMG_3541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283004253163330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMl9FXT0I/AAAAAAAABPk/PtVg106SmHM/s400/IMG_3541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger looks way too cool for this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMlONFZvI/AAAAAAAABPU/lRn05x5eUu8/s1600-h/IMG_3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341282991669077746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMlONFZvI/AAAAAAAABPU/lRn05x5eUu8/s400/IMG_3535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7822096143156713379?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7822096143156713379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7822096143156713379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7822096143156713379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7822096143156713379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/05/chloes-9th-birthday.html' title='Chloe&apos;s 9th Birthday'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SiAMlXK4mII/AAAAAAAABPc/lWnbLDDIVi0/s72-c/IMG_3534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6113248096182601097</id><published>2009-05-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:59:04.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Church Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiger with his friend minutes before they left to play football!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8ImyU9WpI/AAAAAAAABPM/P0QHHbFEsM0/s1600-h/IMG_3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340997145522428562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8ImyU9WpI/AAAAAAAABPM/P0QHHbFEsM0/s400/IMG_3493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Little Guy with his buddy! These two are so cute! Only three days apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8Hb5-P8lI/AAAAAAAABPE/by7q27TJNFw/s1600-h/IMG_3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340995859084472914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8Hb5-P8lI/AAAAAAAABPE/by7q27TJNFw/s400/IMG_3523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutie and a friend...love the face painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8HbkQZOSI/AAAAAAAABO8/X72Nk3v-kl8/s1600-h/IMG_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340995853254998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8HbkQZOSI/AAAAAAAABO8/X72Nk3v-kl8/s400/IMG_3519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and Little Guy enjoying some lunch before Little Guy was off to the bounce house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8HbNcufWI/AAAAAAAABOs/qVFKy3MN3yc/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340995847132708194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8HbNcufWI/AAAAAAAABOs/qVFKy3MN3yc/s400/IMG_3492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siena, Cutie and Alexa eating some yummy food before the snow cones!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8Hamw_wqI/AAAAAAAABOk/-JV8vRfdYrs/s1600-h/IMG_3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340995836748743330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8Hamw_wqI/AAAAAAAABOk/-JV8vRfdYrs/s400/IMG_3490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6113248096182601097?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6113248096182601097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6113248096182601097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6113248096182601097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6113248096182601097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-at-church-picnic.html' title='Fun at the Church Picnic'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sh8ImyU9WpI/AAAAAAAABPM/P0QHHbFEsM0/s72-c/IMG_3493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3477435684801390718</id><published>2009-05-13T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:23:51.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MjI2NDE3NzYyNSZwdD*xMjQyMjY*MjAxOTg*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*yMzZkYTgyMjcxYjE*ZTM4OGZlYWNiNWNmY2MzODgzNiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; 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They had such a great time together. Tiger ended up catching 6 fish! (Hubby caught 2...and Tiger is too sweet to rub that in!) The guide on the boat even cleaned and filleted the fish for Bryce...so tonight we are going to grill them up and have them for dinner. He is so excited that he brought home dinner for the family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3hovfJzDI/AAAAAAAABOc/ON83Vd2dpq0/s1600-h/IMG_3324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331665623934684210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3hovfJzDI/AAAAAAAABOc/ON83Vd2dpq0/s400/IMG_3324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiger caught two fish on one pole! What a stud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bWnwgPnI/AAAAAAAABOU/DbJW1FCxNX8/s1600-h/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331658715552562802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bWnwgPnI/AAAAAAAABOU/DbJW1FCxNX8/s400/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiger on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bWcRQg8I/AAAAAAAABOM/aQigaqYQUaM/s1600-h/IMG_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331658712468718530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bWcRQg8I/AAAAAAAABOM/aQigaqYQUaM/s400/IMG_3322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bWJbltMI/AAAAAAAABOE/ftVAISApC5w/s1600-h/IMG_3321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331658707411776706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bWJbltMI/AAAAAAAABOE/ftVAISApC5w/s400/IMG_3321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby is so proud of Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bV3pDnJI/AAAAAAAABN8/M3BVKsXA2yA/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331658702636424338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3bV3pDnJI/AAAAAAAABN8/M3BVKsXA2yA/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiger is such a tender-loving boy. The entire time they were fishing, Tiger kept turning to Hubby and saying, "Oh dad, it would be so cool if Little Guy was here with us! I wish Little Guy was here!" When they got home, Tiger told Little Guy all about it...and told him how much he missed him! It was precious. Little Guy has one more year until he is old to go fishing on this boat! What heaven that will be for hubby when he can take all his boys together. Although, it was very special to have some father/son time with just Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3420472865718520932?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3420472865718520932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3420472865718520932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3420472865718520932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3420472865718520932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/05/hubby-and-tiger-go-fishing.html' title='Hubby and Tiger Go Fishing'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sf3hovfJzDI/AAAAAAAABOc/ON83Vd2dpq0/s72-c/IMG_3324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6783810938912619470</id><published>2009-05-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:09:40.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother/Daughter Luncheon</title><content type='html'>Cutie and I were able to attend the Mother/Daughter Luncheon last weekend together. I still can't believe my baby is almost 9 years old! Where is the time going? She sang, "This is My Father's World" with the girls choir after lunch. So sweet to listen to them sing and have an afternoon just the two of us. I will always treasure each moment with her. She is such a fun, loving and super silly girl! I love you Cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255133520008514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfxsTDhwFUI/AAAAAAAABNs/99jt9I9YJok/s400/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6783810938912619470?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6783810938912619470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6783810938912619470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6783810938912619470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6783810938912619470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/05/motherdaughter-luncheon.html' title='Mother/Daughter Luncheon'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfxsTDhwFUI/AAAAAAAABNs/99jt9I9YJok/s72-c/IMG_3285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5158923337325926244</id><published>2009-04-27T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:01:48.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy Skateboarding</title><content type='html'>Here's Little Guy learning to skateboard...by himself.  He wanted no help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, I can do it...I just have to get my foot on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329354820570789042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfWr-SIjNLI/AAAAAAAABNU/6G7LVHSlWSo/s400/IMG_3296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, there...both feet are on now...and I am standing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329354825324460098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfWr-j16eEI/AAAAAAAABNc/kvbSAXciCYg/s400/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's rolling on down the driveway...making silly hand motions at all of us...because  he can do it all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfWr-3h431I/AAAAAAAABNk/zOcfbVm7S2Y/s1600-h/IMG_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329354830609178450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfWr-3h431I/AAAAAAAABNk/zOcfbVm7S2Y/s400/IMG_3298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5158923337325926244?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5158923337325926244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5158923337325926244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5158923337325926244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5158923337325926244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-guy-skateboarding.html' title='Little Guy Skateboarding'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SfWr-SIjNLI/AAAAAAAABNU/6G7LVHSlWSo/s72-c/IMG_3296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-226402845202326608</id><published>2009-04-22T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:45:28.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>I had to post this picture of the boys. Tiger woke up today and tucked in his shirt and put on a belt. He has decided to start tucking in his shirts like the older boys! At our school the boys don't have to do that until 3rd grade! I just loved the shirt tucked in...looks so grown up! Little Guy put on Tiger's old baseball pants after school. He came downstairs and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Mom, look at me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh how adorable you look! Just like a real baseball player.&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: I know! I looked in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my boys...such sweethearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Se-58pq1UAI/AAAAAAAABNM/9IKmtOvHT80/s1600-h/IMG_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327681335831384066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Se-58pq1UAI/AAAAAAAABNM/9IKmtOvHT80/s400/IMG_3282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-226402845202326608?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/226402845202326608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=226402845202326608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/226402845202326608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/226402845202326608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Se-58pq1UAI/AAAAAAAABNM/9IKmtOvHT80/s72-c/IMG_3282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5712315428451828240</id><published>2009-04-15T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:22:22.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Silliness</title><content type='html'>Cutie and her friends crack me up! I remember sleeping over at a friends home...we never tried to make ourselves look like this! They are so funny! Oh, to be young again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeayW0I9DII/AAAAAAAABNE/C8MCDAcJp2A/s1600-h/IMG_3263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325139714435255426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeayW0I9DII/AAAAAAAABNE/C8MCDAcJp2A/s400/IMG_3263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5712315428451828240?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5712315428451828240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5712315428451828240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5712315428451828240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5712315428451828240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/complete-silliness.html' title='Complete Silliness'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeayW0I9DII/AAAAAAAABNE/C8MCDAcJp2A/s72-c/IMG_3263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3635884623957247341</id><published>2009-04-15T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:40:36.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying our Break!</title><content type='html'>The kids and I are still on Spring Break...enjoying every minute! Today Cutie, Little Guy and I made breakfast for everyone. It was so yummy...pancakes, hash browns, fried eggs and bacon! Good thing I ran this am! While we cooked, Tiger and his friend played the Wii. I think we will do a little gardening and then just hang by the pool! Oooohhhh, I can't wait for summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958728643681410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeYNwDhsHII/AAAAAAAABM0/2wu4aIhKDy0/s400/IMG_3255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeYNwXlCOEI/AAAAAAAABM8/00WdslIYiIc/s1600-h/IMG_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958734026422338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeYNwXlCOEI/AAAAAAAABM8/00WdslIYiIc/s400/IMG_3256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3635884623957247341?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3635884623957247341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3635884623957247341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3635884623957247341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3635884623957247341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoying-our-break.html' title='Enjoying our Break!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeYNwDhsHII/AAAAAAAABM0/2wu4aIhKDy0/s72-c/IMG_3255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-885122976970833692</id><published>2009-04-13T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:30:46.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>1 Cor. 15:55-57&lt;br /&gt;Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.  But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197968560233058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeNZ1_XjmmI/AAAAAAAABMU/yYTerYCCQsA/s400/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-885122976970833692?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/885122976970833692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=885122976970833692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/885122976970833692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/885122976970833692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeNZ1_XjmmI/AAAAAAAABMU/yYTerYCCQsA/s72-c/IMG_3246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8414692207510685615</id><published>2009-04-11T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:39:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Fun Begins</title><content type='html'>Our Spring Break began on Friday! It was a cold day, so we took the kids for hot chocolate and to see "Hotel For Dogs" at the dollar theatre with friends. Little Guy wore his Superman suit all day. I think it may be the last time he wears it outside the home. When we arrived at the theatre he said, "mama, I am embarrassed...I want to change!" He was stuck in that suit all day because we didn't bring a change of clothes! He ended up being fine AND the center of attention...so it was a good day for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442674860132482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq6HExiII/AAAAAAAABL0/mq1kekNX6do/s400/IMG_3192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq63dMuSI/AAAAAAAABMM/eikcLmYcAHk/s1600-h/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442687847479586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq63dMuSI/AAAAAAAABMM/eikcLmYcAHk/s400/IMG_3193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq6tiuZmI/AAAAAAAABME/oAXmXl0Q3LM/s1600-h/IMG_3195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442685186303586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq6tiuZmI/AAAAAAAABME/oAXmXl0Q3LM/s400/IMG_3195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq6UJzb6I/AAAAAAAABL8/BPc1ZDhSuho/s1600-h/IMG_3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442678370889634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq6UJzb6I/AAAAAAAABL8/BPc1ZDhSuho/s400/IMG_3194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq51-qB7I/AAAAAAAABLs/TSuZhXZJcnA/s1600-h/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442670271072178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq51-qB7I/AAAAAAAABLs/TSuZhXZJcnA/s400/IMG_3200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8414692207510685615?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8414692207510685615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8414692207510685615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8414692207510685615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8414692207510685615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-fun-begins.html' title='Spring Break Fun Begins'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SeCq6HExiII/AAAAAAAABL0/mq1kekNX6do/s72-c/IMG_3192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3431061928146020992</id><published>2009-04-08T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:30:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts from CO</title><content type='html'>Tom's parents often send the children big boxes of goodies in the mail. The kids love when we come home from school and see a box that has been sent from CO! We can't get the door open fast enough to get inside to open it! Today another box arrived! Little Guy had the hardest time waiting...you see, we had gotten home before the other two...so he had to wait...2.5 hours. Waiting is so difficult when you are only 4 ( I mean 4&amp;amp;3/4!) You probably guessed that the first thing out of his mouth when the older kids got in the car from school! "Guess what! There is a box at home from Grandma and Grandpa Crider!" Lots of excitement in our car on the way home!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Grandma and Grandpa! The kids are enjoying everything you sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322496617357080722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sd1OeUPJeJI/AAAAAAAABLU/ecq9oQqK99Q/s400/IMG_3187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322496625719276034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sd1OezY2cgI/AAAAAAAABLk/adHoAyYyzwc/s400/IMG_3191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Levi was a little upset when he was told that he had to wait (again with the waiting) until AFTER dinner to have another piece of candy! His mood quickly changed when I told him he could have no more candy if he didn't change his attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322496624010022738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sd1OetBVT1I/AAAAAAAABLc/-L09kBOu9Ho/s400/IMG_3190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3431061928146020992?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3431061928146020992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3431061928146020992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3431061928146020992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3431061928146020992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/care-packages-from-grandmpand-grandpa.html' title='Gifts from CO'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sd1OeUPJeJI/AAAAAAAABLU/ecq9oQqK99Q/s72-c/IMG_3187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4390057793525937737</id><published>2009-04-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:42:39.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy Time</title><content type='html'>Little Guy and I love going to the park together to swing, just the two of  us. He  loves to spider swing with mama!  I love it too.   I can't believe he is going  to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;  in  less than a month.  (sigh) time is really flying.  I guess, he really isn't "little" anymore...but he will always be my Little Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdvwF-2mY9I/AAAAAAAABLM/cOy0ILlHzHo/s1600-h/IMG_3182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322111370230391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdvwF-2mY9I/AAAAAAAABLM/cOy0ILlHzHo/s400/IMG_3182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdvvfZpWbHI/AAAAAAAABK0/r4HYmuDQY88/s1600-h/IMG_3185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4390057793525937737?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4390057793525937737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4390057793525937737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4390057793525937737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4390057793525937737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-guy-time.html' title='Little Guy Time'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdvwF-2mY9I/AAAAAAAABLM/cOy0ILlHzHo/s72-c/IMG_3182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1933772252643256805</id><published>2009-04-06T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:15:39.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick the picture</title><content type='html'>Cutie wants a picture of the dogs blown up in her room. She loves her dogs so much! I can always find them on her lap. Her plan is to be a vet some day. I think she will be a great vet!&lt;br /&gt;So, which one should we choose?#1,2,3 or 4? Oh, I'm thinking of turning the picture into black/white?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_lZdxK3I/AAAAAAAABKk/8TdoXnTDHpM/s1600-h/IMG_3177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565452670937970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_lZdxK3I/AAAAAAAABKk/8TdoXnTDHpM/s400/IMG_3177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_ldJb-TI/AAAAAAAABKc/rcRFLlBXz_s/s1600-h/IMG_3179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565453659404594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_ldJb-TI/AAAAAAAABKc/rcRFLlBXz_s/s400/IMG_3179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_lLC_CUI/AAAAAAAABKU/U380EANF1Lo/s1600-h/IMG_3171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565448800504130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_lLC_CUI/AAAAAAAABKU/U380EANF1Lo/s400/IMG_3171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_kvIk1XI/AAAAAAAABKM/MpZDXJUh1XY/s1600-h/IMG_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565441307759986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_kvIk1XI/AAAAAAAABKM/MpZDXJUh1XY/s400/IMG_3170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1933772252643256805?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1933772252643256805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1933772252643256805' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1933772252643256805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1933772252643256805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/pick-picture.html' title='Pick the picture'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sdn_lZdxK3I/AAAAAAAABKk/8TdoXnTDHpM/s72-c/IMG_3177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4232521814375390131</id><published>2009-04-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:30:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up way too fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBca3Ua2I/AAAAAAAABJk/DDeBpvH3Njc/s1600-h/IMG_3126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321074916241730402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBca3Ua2I/AAAAAAAABJk/DDeBpvH3Njc/s400/IMG_3126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBcQjOOXI/AAAAAAAABJc/BYhgqfUinyM/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321074913473083762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBcQjOOXI/AAAAAAAABJc/BYhgqfUinyM/s400/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBcAsm2FI/AAAAAAAABJU/_nemdK6K088/s1600-h/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321074909217478738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBcAsm2FI/AAAAAAAABJU/_nemdK6K088/s400/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took these pictures of Tiger after church the other day. I cannot believe how big he is getting. Where did the time go? He is suppose to be 3 not 71/2! He is growing up so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4232521814375390131?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4232521814375390131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4232521814375390131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4232521814375390131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4232521814375390131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-took-these-pictures-of-tiger-after.html' title='Growing up way too fast'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdhBca3Ua2I/AAAAAAAABJk/DDeBpvH3Njc/s72-c/IMG_3126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6972613949152175557</id><published>2009-04-01T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:53:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This calls for celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9uG12t8I/AAAAAAAABJM/zoTctRwzXEA/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874553406994370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9uG12t8I/AAAAAAAABJM/zoTctRwzXEA/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9eVr3CMI/AAAAAAAABJE/BhFhSZZo6fI/s1600-h/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874282513696962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9eVr3CMI/AAAAAAAABJE/BhFhSZZo6fI/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9d7_QFKI/AAAAAAAABI8/bjDqdQVzy2Y/s1600-h/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874275615708322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9d7_QFKI/AAAAAAAABI8/bjDqdQVzy2Y/s400/IMG_3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9d0ruSeI/AAAAAAAABI0/mS3G6BFs12w/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874273654753762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9d0ruSeI/AAAAAAAABI0/mS3G6BFs12w/s400/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Guy is feeling much better this afternoon. (he wore his pjs all day) So, after we picked up Tiger from school, Tiger suggested we go to their favorite frozen yogurt place! Golden Spoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiger: "Since Levi is feeling better, we should celebrate with ice cream!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am raising such smart boys!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6972613949152175557?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6972613949152175557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6972613949152175557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6972613949152175557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6972613949152175557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-calls-for-celebration.html' title='This calls for celebration!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdP9uG12t8I/AAAAAAAABJM/zoTctRwzXEA/s72-c/IMG_3156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6979213724002121452</id><published>2009-04-01T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:19:06.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime = Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdOT6dOMi_I/AAAAAAAABIs/QDLjQhCYMFE/s1600-h/nkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319758217340554226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdOT6dOMi_I/AAAAAAAABIs/QDLjQhCYMFE/s400/nkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby likes to tease the kids about bedtime. He told them a few weeks ago that after they go to bed, mom and dad party! We have ice cream, watch tv, listen to music and dance. So on our way home from dinner the other night, here was our conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby: Kids, when we get home, you need to get ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: NO FAIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby: (has forgotten what he told the kids) Little Guy, what is no fair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: You and mom are going to stay up and dance and watch movies and kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all started laughing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked the kids a few weeks ago, "If mommy was famous, what would mommy be famous for?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutie: Singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiger: Singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: Kissing Dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6979213724002121452?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6979213724002121452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6979213724002121452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6979213724002121452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6979213724002121452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedtime-party-time.html' title='Bedtime = Party Time'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SdOT6dOMi_I/AAAAAAAABIs/QDLjQhCYMFE/s72-c/nkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3885335106636066169</id><published>2009-03-07T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:41:21.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy is faster!</title><content type='html'>We bought this bike last year for Little Guy. Hubby is always the one that rides with Little Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SbKTUdJlAXI/AAAAAAAABIk/Lr9GbeUPbiQ/s1600-h/bike"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310468890254705010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SbKTUdJlAXI/AAAAAAAABIk/Lr9GbeUPbiQ/s400/bike" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, last night Little Guy didn't want to be in the jogger while hubby and I went for our run. So, we had this great idea! I would ride the bike while hubby ran...and then we would switch after 3 miles. So, I started with the bike. Here is my conversation while riding with Little Guy:&lt;br /&gt;Me: How you doing back there Little Guy?&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Good! Mom, why don't you go fast like daddy? Daddy goes fast!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dad is pretty cool huh! Mom isn't as comfortable with the bike yet...I am still getting use to riding it.&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Oh, how come you didn't ride on that bump? Daddy rides on that bump and it is really fun!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, Little Guy, mommy is still a little nervous...I will get it soon!&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Mom. I like riding with you, but daddy is fast and not afraid!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, daddy is pretty fast and not afraid of anything! I am glad you don't mind riding with me though!&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: How much longer before daddy stops running?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Soon baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3885335106636066169?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3885335106636066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3885335106636066169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3885335106636066169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3885335106636066169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-bought-this-bike-last-year-for.html' title='Daddy is faster!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SbKTUdJlAXI/AAAAAAAABIk/Lr9GbeUPbiQ/s72-c/bike' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6300321797346957787</id><published>2009-03-04T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:25:17.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy and Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sa9UCLWVfgI/AAAAAAAABIc/hJoohz8Oy44/s1600-h/cweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309554882076048898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sa9UCLWVfgI/AAAAAAAABIc/hJoohz8Oy44/s400/cweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy and I have been reading a chapter or two in Charlotte's Web every night before bed. Tonight our conversation was so sweet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: Mama, Why is Charlotte going to help Wilbur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Why do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: umm...because they are friends?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes. How do you think Charlotte will help Wilbur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: I know! He could hide in a hole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Would the hole be in the barn or outside of the barn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: It would be outside the barn. Then when Mr. Zuckman (Zuckerman) is done looking for him, Wilbur could come out of the hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Where would Wilbur go after he climbs out of the hole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: He would go back and wait with Charlotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What would they be waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: They would wait for Mrs. Zuckman (Zuckerman) to look for Wilbur...and then Wilbur would go back into his hole again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Wow! That is so creative...should we keep reading and see what happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy: YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love reading together with the kids. They have the best imaginations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6300321797346957787?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6300321797346957787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6300321797346957787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6300321797346957787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6300321797346957787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-guy-and-charlottes-web.html' title='Little Guy and Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/Sa9UCLWVfgI/AAAAAAAABIc/hJoohz8Oy44/s72-c/cweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3881787507486047831</id><published>2009-02-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:55:37.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket full of books, books and more books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SaR6YRCAplI/AAAAAAAABH0/X3UMB9pzwe4/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306500818256569938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SaR6YRCAplI/AAAAAAAABH0/X3UMB9pzwe4/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutie, Tiger, Little Guy and I have been making many trips to the library these past couple of weeks. I can't seem to have enough books around for them! We even have books on tape in the car! It is so nice to get somewhere and hear the kids say, "Mom, wait! We want to hear what happens before we go in!" I feel it is so important to fill your children's mind with language at a young age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a great tip from the book "A Well Trained Mind." Take a basket with you to the library. Allow your child (ren) to fill the basket with all kinds of books...then pick a few for them that have to do with art, science and history. (if you have older kids, they can do this themselves) Did you know that you can check out 30 picture books at a time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another tip from my wonderful friend,&lt;a href="http://www.flipflopsandapplesauce.com/"&gt; Chrissie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clip a reminder card to your basket so you know when your books are due! Then you don't have to pay all the late fees! Or wonder when your books are actually due!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more tip from me:&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel like you can read to your child every night, rent some books on tape and pop one in after you kiss them goodnight! I do this about once a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3881787507486047831?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3881787507486047831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3881787507486047831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3881787507486047831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3881787507486047831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/02/basket-full-of-books-books-and-more.html' title='Basket full of books, books and more books'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SaR6YRCAplI/AAAAAAAABH0/X3UMB9pzwe4/s72-c/IMG_3110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8660284013025627838</id><published>2009-02-18T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:57:56.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter V-Day Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZytt_10MPI/AAAAAAAABHk/bxIIrusrfL8/s1600-h/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304305466878472434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZytt_10MPI/AAAAAAAABHk/bxIIrusrfL8/s400/IMG_3101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZyttpTZnYI/AAAAAAAABHc/lGSt8QrnOgU/s1600-h/IMG_3093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304305460828544386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZyttpTZnYI/AAAAAAAABHc/lGSt8QrnOgU/s400/IMG_3093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZytte2uXvI/AAAAAAAABHU/CX9EyCqbR0c/s1600-h/IMG_3095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304305458023915250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZytte2uXvI/AAAAAAAABHU/CX9EyCqbR0c/s400/IMG_3095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbytook Cutie to the daddy/daughter dance last weekend. They had a wonderful time! This is the fourth year they have attended this dance.  It is so nice for her to have this time with her father...to show her and teach her how to be treated like a lady! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8660284013025627838?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8660284013025627838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8660284013025627838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8660284013025627838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8660284013025627838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddy-daughter-v-day-dance.html' title='Daddy Daughter V-Day Dance'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZytt_10MPI/AAAAAAAABHk/bxIIrusrfL8/s72-c/IMG_3101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5015423669862523218</id><published>2009-02-16T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:25:20.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe and Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NlsSyAI/AAAAAAAABHM/nn5qrRiuaVg/s1600-h/IMG_3074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303478077359310850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NlsSyAI/AAAAAAAABHM/nn5qrRiuaVg/s400/IMG_3074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe is loving gymnastics.  She placed 5th at her last meet.  Her events were floor, beam and trampoline.  We are so proud of her! Check her out doing  a front roll on the beam!  She never stops amazing us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NcfijYI/AAAAAAAABHE/uYmiUpf-22Q/s1600-h/IMG_3069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303478074889899394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NcfijYI/AAAAAAAABHE/uYmiUpf-22Q/s400/IMG_3069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NM0N7DI/AAAAAAAABG8/4QTKJHHNTE4/s1600-h/IMG_3072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303478070681660466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NM0N7DI/AAAAAAAABG8/4QTKJHHNTE4/s400/IMG_3072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5015423669862523218?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5015423669862523218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5015423669862523218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5015423669862523218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5015423669862523218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/02/chloe-and-gymnastics.html' title='Chloe and Gymnastics'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SZm9NlsSyAI/AAAAAAAABHM/nn5qrRiuaVg/s72-c/IMG_3074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4064386470720596286</id><published>2009-01-30T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:34:25.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target and the boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SYMB2hrC5QI/AAAAAAAABG0/4fHhUOLVIE8/s1600-h/IMG_3036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297079622981313794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SYMB2hrC5QI/AAAAAAAABG0/4fHhUOLVIE8/s400/IMG_3036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the boys with me to Target last night. I had to take their picture. How cute are they?! They both wanted to sit in the cart and read! Tiger had brought his joke book from the library (one that is so overdue I am afraid to take it back today! I may end up buying it!) Little Guy crawled up on his lap and snuggled into him! Good thing I just needed a few post-it notes for school! There was no other room in our cart for anything! What a great trip though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4064386470720596286?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4064386470720596286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4064386470720596286' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4064386470720596286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4064386470720596286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/target-and-boys.html' title='Target and the boys'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SYMB2hrC5QI/AAAAAAAABG0/4fHhUOLVIE8/s72-c/IMG_3036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3900107887040094426</id><published>2009-01-17T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:52:09.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy's Chair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SXJghjpMtvI/AAAAAAAABGU/M3i-z8qZEEo/s1600-h/IMG_3032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292398641733744370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SXJghjpMtvI/AAAAAAAABGU/M3i-z8qZEEo/s400/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Guy has been a little territorial when it comes to where he sits at dinner. Every night he wants to sit at the same spot...right by daddy! The kids usually rotate who gets to sit next to dad. Every other night they all get a turn! Anyway, I guess that wasn't enough for Little Guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I was setting the table for dinner, when I noticed Little Guy had written his name on the chair in Black SHARPIE! I have to admit that when I saw it, I smiled! Only because we have been working on his letters...and I was happy to see that he had done a better job forming each letter! He really tried to do his best printing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Little Guy, did you write your name on this chair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; YES! (smiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Honey, did you realize that you used a sharpie? Mommy isn't going to be able to wipe it off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; I know! I don't want it to come off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; (sighing...and looking at me like DUH!) because now, it is MY chair. I get to sit by daddy EVERY day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! You did this because you want to make sure that you get to sit by your dad every night at dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly was speechless...part of me was irritated that he ruined the chair. The other part of me felt it wasn't ruined...every time I look at the chair, I will remember how much he loves his daddy.  We talked it through with him. He understands why he shouldn't have done it. AND Tom was able to clean it off with Simple Green. I have to say though that I actually miss seeing his name written on the chair! Who knew!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad Little Guy loves his dad so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3900107887040094426?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3900107887040094426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3900107887040094426' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3900107887040094426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3900107887040094426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-guys-chair.html' title='Little Guy&apos;s Chair!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SXJghjpMtvI/AAAAAAAABGU/M3i-z8qZEEo/s72-c/IMG_3032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-199638810646666627</id><published>2009-01-15T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:41:42.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SXAdfLXiDFI/AAAAAAAABGM/lULR-fNMLxo/s1600-h/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291761983624973394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SXAdfLXiDFI/AAAAAAAABGM/lULR-fNMLxo/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some cute conversations we had with our boys today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a believer in teaching your kids how to say words correctly. BUT, sometimes I just can't do it! I think it is so cute! I packed spaghetti in Tiger's lunch today. When I picked him up from school today he said, "Mom thanks for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pssgetee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so good!" I smiled and told him he was welcome. I know, I should have corrected him...maybe I just want to hang onto as much of the "young" Tiger as I can?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this evening when we went to run an errand, the boys decided to take their arms out of their sleeves. I asked them why? They said they wanted to know what it was like to have no arms. They tucked their arms in the back of their pants and started walking around. While walking around the store, a little boy noticed my armless kids. He kept looking at them strangely. I said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think that boy thinks you don't have any arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know! Isn't it so cool! We should do this all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later this evening, Hubby gave the boys some candy. I told them if they got all their chores done quickly, they could have more tomorrow after dinner. Levi then said, "Oh, mom...candy is so much better than dinner!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys are so cute and fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-199638810646666627?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/199638810646666627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=199638810646666627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/199638810646666627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/199638810646666627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-stories.html' title='Boy Stories'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SXAdfLXiDFI/AAAAAAAABGM/lULR-fNMLxo/s72-c/IMG_2609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3505665022363583715</id><published>2009-01-11T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:31:47.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWqrPUMTC9I/AAAAAAAABGE/B2zp9usFilU/s1600-h/IMG_2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290228991906745298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWqrPUMTC9I/AAAAAAAABGE/B2zp9usFilU/s400/IMG_2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this on&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/kentandjen.blogspot.com"&gt; Jen's&lt;/a&gt; blog and loved the idea...so I thought I would do it too! I have been slacking at this whole blog thing lately...so thanks Jen for the motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Things That Make Me Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Knowing that God loves me even though I do not deserve it. I am so happy to know His love and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My husband's dedication to our family. I am so happy that I have a husband who puts the family's needs before his own. Did you know that he recently stopped working on Saturday mornings so he can spend more time with us?! He knows we only have a few more years with our children before they are grown and gone...and doesn't want to miss a minute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My Saturday morning run with three of my amazing friends. We meet at 6:30 and run the beach trail. Afterwards we get on the beach for sit ups and push ups and lunges! Love it. Then we grab coffee and chat for a while. (We are also meeting for hard core work out on Wed afternoons...love that too)We are all home by 9...and I come home to a breakfast made by hubby and the kids. It is so nice to have time to myself and then come home to a loving hubby and children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When the house is all clean and organized. Lately, this hasn't been happening as often as I would like...but I love the feeling of a clean house. It helps me to relax and enjoy whatever comes my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Reading with all my kids...but especially Cutie. Cutie and I like to curl up together on the couch and read. She reads her book and I read mine. We each sit on one side of the couch and stretch our legs out onto the other's lap! The best is when we read and eat chocolate together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Eating dinner as a family. We have a tradition of sharing our high/low for the day during dinner time. It is a great way to keep conversation going with the kids and hear what is important to them. I love to listen to them talk and laugh with one another! Meal times are always a big priority for our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3505665022363583715?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3505665022363583715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3505665022363583715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3505665022363583715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3505665022363583715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='6 Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWqrPUMTC9I/AAAAAAAABGE/B2zp9usFilU/s72-c/IMG_2376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-143763155064343306</id><published>2009-01-06T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:58:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgNA-LneI/AAAAAAAABF8/EhSrWnMzlFw/s1600-h/2003-04+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288316901666823650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgNA-LneI/AAAAAAAABF8/EhSrWnMzlFw/s400/2003-04+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Tiger and Cutie...wonder what Cutie just saw?!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgM5aPvYI/AAAAAAAABF0/pI1dOoNctuA/s1600-h/2003-04+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288316899637050754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgM5aPvYI/AAAAAAAABF0/pI1dOoNctuA/s400/2003-04+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger asleep after Trick or Treating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgMD33D9I/AAAAAAAABFs/3ceDIUih_do/s1600-h/IMGP0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288316885265747922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgMD33D9I/AAAAAAAABFs/3ceDIUih_do/s400/IMGP0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys trying to help dad fix my rocking chair...I gave that chair up...so hard to part with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgLG1W9dI/AAAAAAAABFk/PIbTDxsUhnk/s1600-h/IMGP0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288316868880692690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgLG1W9dI/AAAAAAAABFk/PIbTDxsUhnk/s400/IMGP0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy sneaking some Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPfVdDh84I/AAAAAAAABFU/OLlkG5sHi78/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288315947132777346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPfVdDh84I/AAAAAAAABFU/OLlkG5sHi78/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Guy playing with Cutie's hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPfU7n20pI/AAAAAAAABFM/_L8BCR06m18/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288315938158334610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPfU7n20pI/AAAAAAAABFM/_L8BCR06m18/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy...couldn't even sit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPfUIyXO_I/AAAAAAAABFE/t0GE6qIgFOw/s1600-h/IMGP0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288315924512193522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPfUIyXO_I/AAAAAAAABFE/t0GE6qIgFOw/s400/IMGP0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I always knew they would grow up...but does it have to happen so fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-143763155064343306?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/143763155064343306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=143763155064343306' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/143763155064343306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/143763155064343306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWPgNA-LneI/AAAAAAAABF8/EhSrWnMzlFw/s72-c/2003-04+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8475633124101823132</id><published>2009-01-04T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:17:08.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cute Little Guy talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWF7ZnkTCCI/AAAAAAAABE8/now-V_X02OA/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287643117557844002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWF7ZnkTCCI/AAAAAAAABE8/now-V_X02OA/s400/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Little Guy woke up on Saturday he came to snuggle with daddy. After a few minutes he looked up at Hubby and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Daddy, do you have to go to work today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby&lt;/span&gt;: Nope...not today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Are you still doing that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby&lt;/span&gt;: Yes Little Guy, it has just been a holiday...so daddy took some time off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really been enjoying all the cute things he has been saying lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8475633124101823132?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8475633124101823132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8475633124101823132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8475633124101823132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8475633124101823132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-cute-little-guy-talk.html' title='Another cute Little Guy talk...'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SWF7ZnkTCCI/AAAAAAAABE8/now-V_X02OA/s72-c/IMG_0265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7542286851343736410</id><published>2009-01-02T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:09:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy and Hubby's conversation</title><content type='html'>I am reading on the couch in front of the fire my hubby started for me. Hubby and Little Guy are on the other couch playing their DS game together, when I hear Little Guy say to Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Daddy, why does mommy read a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Oh mommy loves to read...and it is so good for you!&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Mommy LOVES reading?!?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yes, mommy loves to read.&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy: Oh. (Pauses) But she loves you more daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yes, Little Guy, Mommy loves Daddy very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7542286851343736410?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7542286851343736410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7542286851343736410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7542286851343736410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7542286851343736410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-reading-on-couch-in-front-of-fire.html' title='Little Guy and Hubby&apos;s conversation'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6299491320619745545</id><published>2009-01-01T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:57:12.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286385319091048402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SV0DcHJDD9I/AAAAAAAABEs/cyX92j0whOI/s400/IMG_3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Levi tried to stay awake with all of us...but he was too tired from all the playing at the park earlier!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SV0DdoonWYI/AAAAAAAABE0/Wh1kCv8mac4/s1600-h/IMG_3021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286385345261689218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SV0DdoonWYI/AAAAAAAABE0/Wh1kCv8mac4/s400/IMG_3021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rang in the New Year with some friends and their family. It was a great time. We played the Wii and lots of card games. We are so thankful for our many friends and wish them all a wonderful New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6299491320619745545?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6299491320619745545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6299491320619745545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6299491320619745545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6299491320619745545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SV0DcHJDD9I/AAAAAAAABEs/cyX92j0whOI/s72-c/IMG_3014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5949565844665621320</id><published>2008-12-29T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:13:00.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285399661509303090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVmC_Sg7WzI/AAAAAAAABEc/2r6ayYzWugc/s400/IMG_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVmDAEAb8eI/AAAAAAAABEk/ip2SPL9xcPc/s1600-h/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285399674794799586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVmDAEAb8eI/AAAAAAAABEk/ip2SPL9xcPc/s400/IMG_2993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I had a great day today. The weather is finally warmer. Honestly, I don't know how I ever lived in the Midwest! I don't think I could ever go back! Anyway, the kids and I walked to Barnes and Noble and bought books (thanks to Aunt Dena's gift cards) and sipped hot chocolate. We had a lot of fun. On our way home, the kids asked to go to the park...and so we did that too! We are enjoying our vacation from school. Actually, I am not looking forward to next week at all! I love being with the kids...love having no structure! We stayed in our jammies until 12 today! (that alone can make it a perfect day) I wish it were summer! I have to post these pictures! They are completely unrelated to my post...but they are so funny! I made a turkey on Sunday...the legs of this turkey were huge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5949565844665621320?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5949565844665621320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5949565844665621320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5949565844665621320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5949565844665621320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-day.html' title='A Perfect Day'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVmC_Sg7WzI/AAAAAAAABEc/2r6ayYzWugc/s72-c/IMG_2992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3057694925228196102</id><published>2008-12-26T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:59:51.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father/Son Flag Football</title><content type='html'>Hubby and Tiger had a fun time playing Flag Football again this month. It is so fun to watch them play together...what a great day of making memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiger took a flag! That's my boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVY0irzzCzI/AAAAAAAABEU/BUZLnc_spG0/s1600-h/ffffball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284468983246031666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVY0irzzCzI/AAAAAAAABEU/BUZLnc_spG0/s400/ffffball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVY0iG9PYMI/AAAAAAAABEM/u0uZvkPxddQ/s1600-h/fbball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284468973353525442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVY0iG9PYMI/AAAAAAAABEM/u0uZvkPxddQ/s400/fbball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284350361383801554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIp-79EtI/AAAAAAAABDs/MMSnHKHyHQI/s400/IMG_2989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom, stop asking us to pose...this is serious stuff!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIqrRQ_1I/AAAAAAAABEE/EzaAiu4gfBA/s1600-h/IMG_2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284350373284347730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIqrRQ_1I/AAAAAAAABEE/EzaAiu4gfBA/s400/IMG_2990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIqT5z_EI/AAAAAAAABD8/Wua3RD93H-A/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284350367011961922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIqT5z_EI/AAAAAAAABD8/Wua3RD93H-A/s400/IMG_2986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun with daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIqKDGqkI/AAAAAAAABD0/ZkJHx4rdFJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284350364366580290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVXIqKDGqkI/AAAAAAAABD0/ZkJHx4rdFJ4/s400/IMG_2982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3057694925228196102?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3057694925228196102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3057694925228196102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3057694925228196102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3057694925228196102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/fatherson-flag-football.html' title='Father/Son Flag Football'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVY0irzzCzI/AAAAAAAABEU/BUZLnc_spG0/s72-c/ffffball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-819353847790008264</id><published>2008-12-25T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:08:37.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w285.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/nyla96/9f3b1a11.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/nyla96/?action=view&amp;current=9f3b1a11.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-819353847790008264?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/819353847790008264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=819353847790008264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/819353847790008264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/819353847790008264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-2414292089986644759</id><published>2008-12-22T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:47:37.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVBfQWbCo8I/AAAAAAAABDk/jIVlOvMz7Us/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282827097407136706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVBfQWbCo8I/AAAAAAAABDk/jIVlOvMz7Us/s400/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the day at a friends house making gingerbread houses and decorating sugar cookies. It was so fun and relaxing. I am so glad that I am done with my shopping and wrapping...otherwise, it probably would have been stressful! Here is a picture from our day. I took a few more, but they aren't worth posting! We hope you are enjoying your Christmas vacation too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-2414292089986644759?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/2414292089986644759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=2414292089986644759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2414292089986644759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2414292089986644759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-fun.html' title='Holiday Fun'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SVBfQWbCo8I/AAAAAAAABDk/jIVlOvMz7Us/s72-c/IMG_2823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4306059643734993801</id><published>2008-12-20T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:29:38.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it Get Better Than this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SU1VZ_VdX_I/AAAAAAAABDc/Hm76fu5TfIs/s1600-h/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281971842961989618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SU1VZ_VdX_I/AAAAAAAABDc/Hm76fu5TfIs/s400/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say how thrilled I am that I have two weeks off from work to spend with my wonderful kids. I look forward to every minute with them! How refreshing it is to not have to wake any kids up in the am, no packing lunches, no time commitments, no hurried breakfasts eaten in the car on the way to school, NO STRESS! Just us...being lazy and having fun enjoying one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Financial times seem to be hitting us all pretty hard right now. It is easy at times, to start to stress about things that are really not in our control. When I start to feel my thoughts drifting to the economy, I stop and begin to count my blessings. Thanking God for all the wonderful things has provided for me. I am so thankful to know a loving Father...one who knows all my needs and will take care of everything. I have a wonderful hubby and three precious children. We live in a nice house, have cars to get us where we need to go. There is always food on the table and a warm bed to snuggle into at night. We have amazing friends...live in a beautiful climate...really, Does It Get Any Better Than This? We are truly blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4306059643734993801?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4306059643734993801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4306059643734993801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4306059643734993801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4306059643734993801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-it-get-better-than-this.html' title='Does it Get Better Than this???'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SU1VZ_VdX_I/AAAAAAAABDc/Hm76fu5TfIs/s72-c/IMG_2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6678992303128957600</id><published>2008-12-13T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:24:57.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Hubby and Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I went for my usual jog and workout with friends...and then we grabbed coffee and chatted for a little while. I usually get home by 8:30 and start breakfast for the family. Today however, was very different. When I arrived home, this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys making sausage gravy...supervised by hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_ 5279339778777840386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SUP7jsKkewI/AAAAAAAABDE/hhOYWeZmFC4/s400/IMG_2783.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and Cutie making biscuits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279339767525217842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SUP7jCPvFjI/AAAAAAAABC8/oqvsza4rfQ8/s400/IMG_2780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279339761849662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SUP7itGk-1I/AAAAAAAABC0/KX8FJ9x2LXg/s400/IMG_2778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279339790115720066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SUP7kWZuy4I/AAAAAAAABDM/AmGl3O3vuiM/s400/IMG_2785.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a pleasant surprise to an already wonderful morning. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful hubby. He loves spending time with the family. The kids were thrilled to help cook with dad AND get a very unhealthy breakfast! Did I mention that he took them all to the store to get all the ingredients and juice. He even googled a recipe for gravy! What an amazing hubby! What a great example for my children. Love you honey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6678992303128957600?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6678992303128957600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6678992303128957600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6678992303128957600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6678992303128957600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-hubby-and-morning.html' title='A Wonderful Hubby and Morning'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SUP7jsKkewI/AAAAAAAABDE/hhOYWeZmFC4/s72-c/IMG_2783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3918425382762487175</id><published>2008-12-09T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:24.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy and PreK</title><content type='html'>We went to Little Guy's Open House last night. He was so excited to show daddy, Tiger and Cutie everything he was doing at school...however, once we were there...he froze. He didn't want me to put him down. His teacher (he likes to call her Aunt Carrie...because she is such a great friend of mine) finally had to tickle him for a few pictures! Hard to believe this little comedian is actually quiet at school! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/ST7eXXW2QJI/AAAAAAAABCs/FlqWvcCKerc/s1600-h/IMG_2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277900291986592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/ST7eWh_KkkI/AAAAAAAABCc/SWAqU7oQIgM/s400/IMG_2758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277900306313003154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/ST7eXXW2QJI/AAAAAAAABCs/FlqWvcCKerc/s400/IMG_2761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3918425382762487175?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3918425382762487175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3918425382762487175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3918425382762487175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3918425382762487175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-guy-and-prek.html' title='Little Guy and PreK'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/ST7eWh_KkkI/AAAAAAAABCc/SWAqU7oQIgM/s72-c/IMG_2758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6533108789351609945</id><published>2008-12-04T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:28:38.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter and the Beach</title><content type='html'>I love winter in CA! We had some friends come visit us for Thanksgiving and we took them to a private beach, thanks to my fabulous friend, Beth (and her brother-in-law). Here are a few pictures of our fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiger sharing his lunch with Little Guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049012878475506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKn54sAPI/AAAAAAAABB0/sdAvxu0S16o/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKp55-MKI/AAAAAAAABCU/qIadCJuQCAA/s1600-h/IMG_2630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049047243600034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKp55-MKI/AAAAAAAABCU/qIadCJuQCAA/s400/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKplvyk5I/AAAAAAAABCM/TpsBm5o_BAc/s1600-h/IMG_2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049041832186770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKplvyk5I/AAAAAAAABCM/TpsBm5o_BAc/s400/IMG_2718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exploring...they found hermit crabs and little crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKpLMXTpI/AAAAAAAABCE/vH6pLDJbc9c/s1600-h/IMG_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049034704277138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKpLMXTpI/AAAAAAAABCE/vH6pLDJbc9c/s400/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKom0-qbI/AAAAAAAABB8/8FIUo-SYqzw/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276049024942516658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKom0-qbI/AAAAAAAABB8/8FIUo-SYqzw/s400/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6533108789351609945?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6533108789351609945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6533108789351609945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6533108789351609945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6533108789351609945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-and-beach.html' title='Winter and the Beach'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SThKn54sAPI/AAAAAAAABB0/sdAvxu0S16o/s72-c/IMG_2609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6092713354932951649</id><published>2008-11-30T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:45:34.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dena and I the night of our high school graduation &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274692245638433090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/STN4pqDJSUI/AAAAAAAABBk/PdW_mTVgtxM/s400/802037_Scan2_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I lived in NJ and worked at the Gap. I was BFFs with Dena. She was an amazing friend to me. You see, I had moved to NJ in the middle of my senior year of high school. I remember feeling like it was the worst thing my parents had ever done to me. I had a boyfriend that I thought I was going to marry (Ha! I thought I knew everything at the age of 17!) Anyway, I got a job at the Gap and met Dena. She was my BFF! When I met hubby, she flew out to IL to be a bridesmaid. Then somehow we lost contact. I have thought of her often...and always wondered what happened to her! THEN, I got addicted to Facebook and FOUND her! The crazy thing is that she lives in LA! So close to me! We met up for dinner last night and tried to catch up on the last 12 years! It was so fun! Here a few pictures she brought from our high school and Gap days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me modeling for the Gap fashion show! Check out the plaid!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274692238161867410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/STN4pOMl8pI/AAAAAAAABBc/mRLBZFb2F9E/s400/802037_Scan1_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Backstage, changing for the show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274692257180758450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/STN4qVDDMbI/AAAAAAAABBs/HwP5Hd0-s6E/s400/802037_Scan3_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6092713354932951649?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6092713354932951649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6092713354932951649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6092713354932951649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6092713354932951649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-years-ago.html' title='17 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/STN4pqDJSUI/AAAAAAAABBk/PdW_mTVgtxM/s72-c/802037_Scan2_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8348236205377493923</id><published>2008-11-26T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:14:19.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have had such an eventful day! So tonight I thought it would be a good idea to put Little Guy in front of the TV (SpongeBob)while I did a little more preparing for Turkey Day. When I was finished making a pumpkin roll, I found this little pumpkin with his puppies! What more is there to be thankful for???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SS5LcQGC7cI/AAAAAAAABAE/BRr7ddtMHw8/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273235162426174914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SS5LcQGC7cI/AAAAAAAABAE/BRr7ddtMHw8/s400/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8348236205377493923?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8348236205377493923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8348236205377493923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8348236205377493923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8348236205377493923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-have-had-such-eventful-day-so.html' title='Precious Sleep'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SS5LcQGC7cI/AAAAAAAABAE/BRr7ddtMHw8/s72-c/IMG_2443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-2894780278506180805</id><published>2008-11-25T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:19:01.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy &amp; Tylenol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSwzZpVP3RI/AAAAAAAAA_8/GZE1W5LjcgQ/s1600-h/IMG_2434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272645779428728082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSwzZpVP3RI/AAAAAAAAA_8/GZE1W5LjcgQ/s400/IMG_2434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spoonful of sugar does help the medicine go down! In our home, our children are always given ONE piece of candy after they take all the medicine. I know, it sounds awful...but it really helps them to drink that nasty stuff if they know there is a reward at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was flipping pancakes and noticed something on the sour patch bag. It read, "to be enjoyed as part of a healthy, active lifestyle." So I then flipped the bag around and read the front. It said, "Be treat wise, Get to know what's inside." I have to say I was impressed with the candy company. I am a big reader of labels...so I already knew that 15 pieces = 25g of sugar! Did you know that? It was amazing to me that the manufactures of this candy are trying to get people to read their labels! WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-2894780278506180805?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/2894780278506180805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=2894780278506180805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2894780278506180805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2894780278506180805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/candy-tylenol.html' title='Candy &amp; Tylenol'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSwzZpVP3RI/AAAAAAAAA_8/GZE1W5LjcgQ/s72-c/IMG_2434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4007356012460102488</id><published>2008-11-24T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:12:40.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie's new desk</title><content type='html'>Cutie and I had so fun making this garage sale desk look new! Once we finished the desk, we painted the letters of her name and hung them with ribbon! Thanks to Beth for the idea and to Chrissie for helping us hang the letters! Thanks to hubby for repainting the stripes on the letters!  You are amazing! &lt;div&gt;Cost of desk: $75(four years ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost of paint: $8&lt;br /&gt;Cost of knobs: $9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious time with Cutie: Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX1vetUSI/AAAAAAAAA_k/nZINvoH7JNs/s1600-h/IMG_2431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272334000813068578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX1vetUSI/AAAAAAAAA_k/nZINvoH7JNs/s400/IMG_2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX1P6swmI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Fbwf5vcyu2w/s1600-h/IMG_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272333992340537954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX1P6swmI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Fbwf5vcyu2w/s400/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX02jPYyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/jE74kVtQmf0/s1600-h/IMG_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272333985531257634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX02jPYyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/jE74kVtQmf0/s400/IMG_2425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX0OMzooI/AAAAAAAAA_M/nJK2FVFkSNY/s1600-h/IMG_2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272333974699745922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX0OMzooI/AAAAAAAAA_M/nJK2FVFkSNY/s400/IMG_2422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4007356012460102488?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4007356012460102488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4007356012460102488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4007356012460102488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4007356012460102488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/cuties-new-desk.html' title='Cutie&apos;s new desk'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSsX1vetUSI/AAAAAAAAA_k/nZINvoH7JNs/s72-c/IMG_2431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3471715776142000484</id><published>2008-11-21T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:27:33.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My BOYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271333421172672930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSeJ0V2kSaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/sqNZt4z8Iu8/s400/IMG_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271333431991564658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSeJ0-J_eXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/uUmJy5bWiE0/s400/IMG_2413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys and I had a night out together! We went to the movies and saw Madagascar 2 and then came home and colored fun stickers! Hubby took these shots before we left! They are holding their movie passes and Baskin Robins gift certificates.  (I just realized we forgot all about the ice cream!) It was so nice to hang with my boys...wish they could stay little forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3471715776142000484?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3471715776142000484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3471715776142000484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3471715776142000484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3471715776142000484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-my-boys.html' title='Me and My BOYS!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSeJ0V2kSaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/sqNZt4z8Iu8/s72-c/IMG_2414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7243378513615033601</id><published>2008-11-21T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:46:44.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for my fabulous Second Grade Class. We had so much fun baking Apple Jack Cookies today in Math! How nice to be able to bake in our school! So Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271230034231191746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SScrybe4aMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XyUIw4Qg2Mw/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271230023795568466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SScrx0m1b1I/AAAAAAAAA-k/QwPVhbQXlRQ/s320/IMG_2412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SScryqIJpdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/-Yic1sHpHWs/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271230038162384338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SScryqIJpdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/-Yic1sHpHWs/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7243378513615033601?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7243378513615033601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7243378513615033601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7243378513615033601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7243378513615033601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-thankful.html' title='So Thankful'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SScrybe4aMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XyUIw4Qg2Mw/s72-c/IMG_2403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3277522359763709121</id><published>2008-11-19T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:46:46.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went against all the advice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSTPYTW3VQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LDBrf1STayA/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565480350307586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSTPYTW3VQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LDBrf1STayA/s400/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSTPX5o3-SI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uOvr21azMDU/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565473446525218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSTPX5o3-SI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uOvr21azMDU/s400/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe that?! Actually my fabulous friend, Beth came over today to help with the arrangement of furniture. She also agreed with all of you that the leather couch should be moved back into this room. However, once she saw the room in person, she changed her mind. The leather couch is actually too big for the wall...so she came up with this arrangement. I really like it. You have to see the other living space to see the flow...but I don't have all the wall hangings up yet...so more to come soon! Thanks Beth and all you readers for all your help! I will post the other room soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3277522359763709121?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3277522359763709121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3277522359763709121' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3277522359763709121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3277522359763709121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-against-all-advice.html' title='I went against all the advice!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSTPYTW3VQI/AAAAAAAAA-c/LDBrf1STayA/s72-c/IMG_2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8604915091320334546</id><published>2008-11-16T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:54:33.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSDcvM3BjCI/AAAAAAAAA98/ExzzJ6P41Wo/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269454267487456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSDcvM3BjCI/AAAAAAAAA98/ExzzJ6P41Wo/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSDcSjzYDoI/AAAAAAAAA90/TaD0BOhroHY/s1600-h/IMG_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269453775429963394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSDcSjzYDoI/AAAAAAAAA90/TaD0BOhroHY/s400/IMG_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby and I did a little moving of furniture today. We are not sure which couch looks better in this room. Please give us your thoughts...should the leather couch go here OR the taupe couch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8604915091320334546?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8604915091320334546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8604915091320334546' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8604915091320334546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8604915091320334546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SSDcvM3BjCI/AAAAAAAAA98/ExzzJ6P41Wo/s72-c/IMG_2392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7065055548868382378</id><published>2008-11-12T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:12:58.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SRtw-U5DlcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IfG6Y9tYLiM/s1600-h/IMG_2382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267928405202146754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SRtw-U5DlcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IfG6Y9tYLiM/s400/IMG_2382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, a few people have suggested we use this picture as our Christmas card! What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7065055548868382378?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7065055548868382378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7065055548868382378' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7065055548868382378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7065055548868382378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-card.html' title='Christmas Card???'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SRtw-U5DlcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IfG6Y9tYLiM/s72-c/IMG_2382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-40266435718866937</id><published>2008-11-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:19:20.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SRn1Rp6kGDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ISwxWHyQ2Q0/s1600-h/IMG_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267510922844575794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SRn1Rp6kGDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ISwxWHyQ2Q0/s400/IMG_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you have asked me to post pictures of our new home. Here is a picture of our living room. It is my favorite room right now. Mainly because it is the most "done." I still have a lot to do...but am happy with our progression so far. The garage is coming along really nicely. The kids love having their own play room! We are thankful the Lord has provided us with a nice place to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Hubby loves his new tv too!  Nothing like watching football on the wall!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-40266435718866937?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/40266435718866937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=40266435718866937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/40266435718866937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/40266435718866937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-room.html' title='My Favorite Room'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SRn1Rp6kGDI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ISwxWHyQ2Q0/s72-c/IMG_2388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3665504579827704311</id><published>2008-11-09T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:50:34.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRONY</title><content type='html'>We were at Barnes and Noble this weekend buying our two older kids new bibles.  They  were thrilled to buy "real" bibles...no more baby stuff for them!  It was fun to do it just the four of us.  Little Guy stayed with Jess.  I still can't believe that Tiger can read a bible now! Crazy how fast they are growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were purchasing their bibles, my hubby said, "Honey, look?! Turn around!"  So, I did.  I was amazed  at the irony! Don't you think it ironic that the gay/lesbian section is right next to the Christianity section. What irony!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3665504579827704311?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3665504579827704311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3665504579827704311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3665504579827704311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3665504579827704311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/irony.html' title='IRONY'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8600847775736898529</id><published>2008-11-09T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:57:34.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>I have been so bad about posting lately! I am feeling more settled into the home now though! Tom and I are taking a break from hanging pictures right now! Here are some pics from the kids recital last week. They both did an amazing job! I will try and get their video up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266841524785788114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SReUdj0iNNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/0ZXZ0ZAH9fs/s320/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cutie and Tiger&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266841523529137522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SReUdfI7PXI/AAAAAAAAA9E/SoxUOP0P7dk/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cutie and Tiger with Julianne (their fabulous teacher)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SReUeOxIQUI/AAAAAAAAA9U/7cK3Sbrh5v8/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266841536314229058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SReUeOxIQUI/AAAAAAAAA9U/7cK3Sbrh5v8/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of Julieanne's  students after the recital&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8600847775736898529?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8600847775736898529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8600847775736898529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8600847775736898529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8600847775736898529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/piano-recital.html' title='Piano Recital'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SReUdj0iNNI/AAAAAAAAA9M/0ZXZ0ZAH9fs/s72-c/IMG_2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8150128358474463647</id><published>2008-11-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:03:03.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The EXTRA Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I got up, took my shower and was all ready for church before I realized we needed to set our clocks back an hour! LOVE IT! I always enjoy feeling like I have an extra hour in the day. So, I woke up hubby and said, "Do you want to sleep another hour? It's daylight savings!" He rolled over and said, "No, let's continue our date and get some breakfast...just the two of us." That sounded wonderful, but the boys were awake. (Remember we have Jayka living here for two weeks...so we can steal little minutes together!) Hubby had an even better idea! Let's take just the boys to get bagels! We rarely get time alone with the boys. So we loaded them up and were off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of how we spent our extra hour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090207851171298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQ3OJ1iUzeI/AAAAAAAAA80/TnGk_znJmsU/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090214407120642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQ3OKN9YpwI/AAAAAAAAA88/v9XMxv11Iec/s320/IMG_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night before we went on our date &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8150128358474463647?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8150128358474463647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8150128358474463647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8150128358474463647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8150128358474463647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/11/extra-hour.html' title='The EXTRA Hour'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQ3OJ1iUzeI/AAAAAAAAA80/TnGk_znJmsU/s72-c/IMG_2347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1588333514330465081</id><published>2008-10-31T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:12:28.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w285.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/nyla96/8cd5eda6.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/nyla96/?action=view&amp;current=8cd5eda6.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1588333514330465081?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1588333514330465081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1588333514330465081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1588333514330465081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1588333514330465081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8683002217752513131</id><published>2008-10-31T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:36:55.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The family had so much fun pumpkin carving last night. Cutie wanted to carve a pumpkin and the boys didn't! So, Jayka (friend from IL that is visiting) found these cute Mr. Potato Head pieces to use on their pumpkins! What a great idea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356846908992818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQszKnIhbTI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Zx14UFJpxt4/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356839028955474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQszKJxxmVI/AAAAAAAAA8c/oBLwCo0wKbw/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQsza76Ga5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/RNebCq-F__w/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263357127363554194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQsza76Ga5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/RNebCq-F__w/s320/IMG_2299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356831480052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQszJtp-egI/AAAAAAAAA8U/wpBefmA-BGY/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356819080374898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQszI_dqanI/AAAAAAAAA8M/E2vNubWZ6rc/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356812658392898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQszIniiv0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/HPDiKsMMB5Q/s320/IMG_2264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8683002217752513131?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8683002217752513131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8683002217752513131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8683002217752513131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8683002217752513131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQszKnIhbTI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Zx14UFJpxt4/s72-c/IMG_2284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6723915356669042180</id><published>2008-10-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:13:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Questioning About it! This IS Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQfGKmRVNiI/AAAAAAAAA78/kpz1b47KNI0/s1600-h/IMG_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262392574979946018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQfGKmRVNiI/AAAAAAAAA78/kpz1b47KNI0/s400/IMG_2255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQfGKHisTpI/AAAAAAAAA70/ozl2RPZzJZ4/s1600-h/IMG_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262392566731263634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQfGKHisTpI/AAAAAAAAA70/ozl2RPZzJZ4/s400/IMG_2254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the kids to Golden Spoon last night. You will never guess who we saw! SANTA! Levi couldn't believe it! He spotted him first and came running over to me. I couldn't believe my eyes! This man really looks like Santa! Little Guy wanted to sit on his lap...and I wasn't sure if this complete stranger was up to the challenge! (I hadn't read his shirt...so I wasn't sure if he would mind) As I was walking over to him, he knew what I was going to ask. So, he told Little Guy to come right over. Little Guy was so excited AND not the least bit shy! Santa told Little Guy that he was on vacation in CA! Levi wasn't sure what he wanted yet, but just enjoyed sitting there with googly eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out this man rents himself out for parties...if you ever need a Santa, this is your man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! Remember the post about Santa? How Cutie wasn't sure if she believed anymore? Well, Tom had a wonderful way of breaking the truth to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Dad, is Santa real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, he is really real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Are you sure? We learned in history about St. Nick and I don't think he could still be living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby:&lt;/span&gt; Sweetheart...your mother and I AND now YOU are Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby:&lt;/span&gt; Well, your mom and I are Santa...and we have been waiting for you to realize that Santa couldn't be just one person. You see, now that you know the truth...you get to be Santa too! There is a lot of work to be done when you are Santa.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then told her about choosing gifts for everyone, wrapping presents, putting toys together, eating cookies when everyone is asleep, and putting all the gifts under the tree. She was thrilled that she now gets to help us. She is also going to keep it a big secret from her brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she almost started to believe after last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6723915356669042180?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6723915356669042180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6723915356669042180' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6723915356669042180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6723915356669042180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-questioning-about-it-this-is-santa.html' title='No Questioning About it! This IS Santa!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQfGKmRVNiI/AAAAAAAAA78/kpz1b47KNI0/s72-c/IMG_2255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-507063298013771249</id><published>2008-10-28T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:34:38.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w285.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/nyla96/d42a5946.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll76/nyla96/?action=view&amp;current=d42a5946.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-507063298013771249?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/507063298013771249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=507063298013771249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/507063298013771249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/507063298013771249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8335123031189132823</id><published>2008-10-28T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:20:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Family Bike Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQByzIFV4tI/AAAAAAAAA7s/JwG4npbxHew/s400/IMGP0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I copied this idea from Chrissie! You are suppose to look at the sixth picture in your sixth file. Oh my goodness! My two oldest kids look like they are the age of Little Guy in this picture! We took this picture at Legoland a few months after we moved here. This makes me a little sad to see how much my sweet babies have grown up! Life is short! Cherish every moment with your little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8827135976637155909?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8827135976637155909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8827135976637155909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8827135976637155909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8827135976637155909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/sixth-file-sixth-picture.html' title='Sixth File, Sixth Picture'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SQByzIFV4tI/AAAAAAAAA7s/JwG4npbxHew/s72-c/IMGP0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5064554621217113746</id><published>2008-10-15T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:58:07.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Democrat, Republican OR David Cook?</title><content type='html'>Here's the conversation in the van this morning on our way to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Obama is a demoCrap, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (chuckling a little) You mean democrat honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; yeah a democrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (laughing a little still) honey it is a T on the end, not a P. DemocraT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; oh! democrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; What are you guys talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Dah, Cutie the democraPs and republicans...you know the people we have to vote for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; I know who I am going to vote for...DAVID COOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; No Little Guy, David Cook is from American Idol.  We are talking about the president and the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, okay. Then I vote for SIMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Mom can you tell him we are not talking about American Idol AND you have to be 18 to vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5064554621217113746?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5064554621217113746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5064554621217113746' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5064554621217113746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5064554621217113746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/democrat-republican-or-david-cook.html' title='Democrat, Republican OR David Cook?'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5476159315101706517</id><published>2008-10-14T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:37:30.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**Quick Update!  Costco took the camera back! :)  I am going to buy another one tomorrow! I am so happy!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having problems with my Canon Powershot(back in September) so I took it to Costco to exchange it again. I really liked the software on this camera...so I wanted to get the same one. After waiting in the return line forever, I was informed that I had missed the return time by one month. They told me to call the 800 warranty number and they would tell me what to do. So I called and they tried to help me fix the camera over the phone...but couldn't. So, I was told to mail it in to Canon. Today I received my camera back in the mail NOT FIXED. They wrote that there was water found inside my camera...so they were unable to fix it. I am so upset! I called Canon again...they informed me that the water could have been from the humidity or if my hands were wet while handling the camera! I told them the whole story of having this problem before...but they wouldn't hear it! "Sorry, mam, but there is nothing we can do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I could take it back to Costco and tell them the whole story AGAIN! This is the 4th camera I had received that had this lens issue. I do not believe that it had water in each time! I just am not sure that they will care...or take it back! (I would like to add here how stupid I feel for exchanging it each time...I should have just gotten use to new software...Oh, I didn't even have this camera a year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Suck it up, count it as a loss and buy another camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5476159315101706517?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5476159315101706517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5476159315101706517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5476159315101706517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5476159315101706517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-9164624741705492966</id><published>2008-10-06T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:12:51.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SOqa3JX3CfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/0M6a-SoeW7M/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254182187480582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SOqa3JX3CfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/0M6a-SoeW7M/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have no time right now...because we are trying to get this house all packed up to move...but I just have to post and get some ideas from all of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were driving home for school today and here is how the conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, is Christmas going to be here soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; In a few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; December, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, is Santa real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; YES! He is real! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; No, mom...seriously, is he real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; He is as real as you think he is. (I know, so lame...but I didn't want to ruin it for Little Guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Mom you aren't answering the question. (she is so smart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; Cutie! He is real. He lives right by Cheesecake Factory. (He is referring to the Santa at the mall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; No, Little Guy, that is Santa's helper...the real Santa lives at the North Pole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; MOM! Is he real? We learned about St. Nick in history...and it doesn't seem like he is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Cutie, why don't we talk about Santa when dad is home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; I knew he wasn't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy:&lt;/span&gt; YES HE IS...HE LIVES BY THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY!(hard not to laugh each time he says that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie:&lt;/span&gt; Okay! Mom, when will dad be home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is a little sad that the fairy tale we have allowed her to believe in is over. However, I am just hoping that she isn't upset or disappointed in me for allowing her to believe. Although, I don't remember how old I was when I learned the truth...so wish me luck as I break the news every so gently to my eight year old! Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(side note: my children do know the true meaning of Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-9164624741705492966?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/9164624741705492966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=9164624741705492966' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/9164624741705492966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/9164624741705492966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas.html' title='Santa and Christmas'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SOqa3JX3CfI/AAAAAAAAA7k/0M6a-SoeW7M/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6401212474104229773</id><published>2008-10-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:54:45.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We found our new home today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT66ca9OI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GuN_A5U1aA4/s1600-h/house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415337006822626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT66ca9OI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GuN_A5U1aA4/s320/house1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT6-mZamI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6Ek_gxsJ6hg/s1600-h/house4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415338122406498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT6-mZamI/AAAAAAAAA7M/6Ek_gxsJ6hg/s320/house4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT69PnrNI/AAAAAAAAA7U/viDWq5G9_eM/s1600-h/house3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415337758436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT69PnrNI/AAAAAAAAA7U/viDWq5G9_eM/s320/house3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT7IdOasI/AAAAAAAAA7c/f0w1J4OOg1s/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415340768291522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT7IdOasI/AAAAAAAAA7c/f0w1J4OOg1s/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the stress of finding a new home is finally over! Here are some pics! We are moving on the 18th of this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6401212474104229773?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6401212474104229773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6401212474104229773' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6401212474104229773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6401212474104229773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-found-our-new-home-today.html' title='We found our new home today!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SORT66ca9OI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GuN_A5U1aA4/s72-c/house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6611210459083040097</id><published>2008-09-30T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:19:27.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce is such a sweet boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SOKNwdlCt0I/AAAAAAAAA68/_V0zv3Higmo/s1600-h/Kids_Play_27_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251915979180652354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SOKNwdlCt0I/AAAAAAAAA68/_V0zv3Higmo/s320/Kids_Play_27_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad to say that Tiger is loving school this year. I am sure it helps that he has a wonderful teacher! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our school the kids do not have homework like most schools. They only have to read every day. They keep track of their reading on a little chart and after they have read for 20 days...they get a reward. We decide on the reward before they start their chart...and then they work towards it for the next 20 days. Well, last month Tiger wanted his reward to be dinner with his teacher and her family at our home! (I am smiling as I write this). His teacher is a dear friend of ours...so I was thrilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished our chart on Sunday, and wrote her an invitation to our home. He was so excited to give it to her...but VERY shy about it! If you know Tiger...you know that he is a little shy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once home from school, he told me he gave Mrs. Holt her invitation and that he knew what we should make her for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Mom, I asked Mrs. Holt what kinds of things she likes to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Fabulous! What shall we make her for dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; She said she likes chicken and fish. Mom, I have a great idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Lets surprise her and make her chicken for dinner and fish for dessert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute is that! I suggested that maybe we are make her cookies shaped like fish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Tiger...such a sweet boy! He takes after his father!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6611210459083040097?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6611210459083040097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6611210459083040097' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6611210459083040097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6611210459083040097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/bryce-is-such-sweet-boy.html' title='Bryce is such a sweet boy'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SOKNwdlCt0I/AAAAAAAAA68/_V0zv3Higmo/s72-c/Kids_Play_27_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5357412034980847270</id><published>2008-09-25T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:17:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Rule...NO LONGER A MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNwqFvaONrI/AAAAAAAAA60/Z4BBvxKoOXU/s1600-h/starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250117543721318066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNwqFvaONrI/AAAAAAAAA60/Z4BBvxKoOXU/s320/starbucks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Starbucks received my question...and sent me an email to call them. I told them the story...and then she told me the refill rule. (Drum Role Please...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you order an iced coffee, coffee, or iced tea and you are still in the lobby after you drink it, you may refill it for .50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOWEVER, If you ask any Starbucks to refill your drink, even if you did not drink it in their store, they may go ahead and give it to you...it is up to the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND, if you purchase a gift card and register it online, then you may refill that drink for FREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are also going to send me a few vouchers for free Starbucks drinks! I guess I will be going there when the vouchers arrive! (see earlier post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that clears it up for all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5357412034980847270?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5357412034980847270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5357412034980847270' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5357412034980847270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5357412034980847270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/starbucks-ruleno-longer-mystery.html' title='Starbucks Rule...NO LONGER A MYSTERY'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNwqFvaONrI/AAAAAAAAA60/Z4BBvxKoOXU/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5244183272647678520</id><published>2008-09-25T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:01:07.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking the habit = Savings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNuZOq8amTI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Yg-nPYhNxlE/s1600-h/04_13_10---Starbucks-Coffee--York_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249958267955353906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNuZOq8amTI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Yg-nPYhNxlE/s320/04_13_10---Starbucks-Coffee--York_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to kick my Starbucks habit! I spend $5.60 there everyday...and think that is crazy. We need to tighten up our budget. This looks like the easiest (slight painful) way to do it. Not to mention my recent anger with their lack of customer service. (I did write to them on their site) So wish me luck! I really am going to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brewed my own coffee this am...very proud of myself! I will keep you updated on how I do! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5244183272647678520?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5244183272647678520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5244183272647678520' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5244183272647678520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5244183272647678520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/kicking-habit-savings.html' title='Kicking the habit = Savings'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNuZOq8amTI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Yg-nPYhNxlE/s72-c/04_13_10---Starbucks-Coffee--York_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-2461871155213665793</id><published>2008-09-22T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:01:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a perfect day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNg_NPyKMLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mrChY35eX5s/s1600-h/IMG_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249014862508077234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNg_NPyKMLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mrChY35eX5s/s320/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was a great day with my Little Guy. We packed a fun lunch last night and he wore his swim trunks to preschool today. We both were giddy all weekend about our special time that we had planned for today. I was very excited to take him to the beach...just us...with his friend and his friend's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up at 11:05 and we headed down to the beach. We began to get settled into the beach atmosphere when my cell phone rang! It was one of the aids from school calling to tell me that she "thinks" Cutie is sick. So I ask if she has a fever (no) is throwing up (no)...and then ask to talk to her. She sounded a little sick...but I really wasn't sure. So, my friend kept Little Guy while I went back to the school to get Cutie. Once Cutie was in the car, I gave her some Motrin...and brought her to the beach. She was doing cartwheels and eating her lunch after 20 minutes of being there. She is fine now too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but wonder if she just wanted to do the beach too! I guess I will never know. BUT, she is going to bed very early tonight! AND,Little Guy didn't seem to mind that sissy was there planning in her school uniform with him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we will have to try again next Monday...but maybe we will keep it a secret from the rest of the family! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-2461871155213665793?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/2461871155213665793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=2461871155213665793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2461871155213665793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2461871155213665793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/almost-perfect-day-at-beach.html' title='Almost a perfect day at the beach'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNg_NPyKMLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mrChY35eX5s/s72-c/IMG_2176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8529328290421274114</id><published>2008-09-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:10:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think you can refill your Starbucks at the drive thru? Think again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNLDszjWS-I/AAAAAAAAA6U/mBm4P4kYI08/s1600-h/starbucks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247471690360179682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNLDszjWS-I/AAAAAAAAA6U/mBm4P4kYI08/s400/starbucks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so irritated today at the drive thru of Starbucks. I first have to mention that I give so much of my money to Starbucks! I go there every Mon-Friday and order a latte and sometimes a green ice tea...then after I get off from work, I go back and refill my tea. I know most of the Batista's by name...and I think they can recognize the sound of my car in the drive thru line. SO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pull up after work today and order a tea for Little Guy and a refill for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I would like a refill of my Green Iced tea with three splenda and a tall passion tea please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Barista:&lt;/span&gt; I am sorry mam, we don't refill drinks in the drive thru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Since when? I always come through...just did it yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Barista:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, but it has ALWAYS been our policy. You are going to have to come inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I am ordering a drink too...so can't I get a refill since I am purchasing another drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barista: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I pull the car over and go inside. I very politely ask the cashier (not the same person from drive thru) when they changed this rule? He says, what rule are you talking about...you can refill your tea in the drive thru...let me guess Venti with 3 Splenda and shaken, right?! I said yes, but the person at the drive thru just told me I had to come inside. At this point the lovely lady from drive thru appears....she doesn't look to happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Barista:&lt;/span&gt; Mam, (I hate being called mam...I am not old) it has always been our rule. We have new management and they are enforcing all the rules. You will no longer be able to refill the tea in the drive thru. We have no way of knowing that you were here today. (Okay now I was getting mad...is she calling me a liar?) We only offer our guests that are in our lobby refills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I have my receipt if you would like me to prove that I was here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Barista:&lt;/span&gt; that isn't necessary. Just know that you can no longer refill your tea in the drive thru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cashier:&lt;/span&gt; She really does come in here all the time, can't we just do it for her? She has three kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(you know that you go to Starbucks too often, when the employees know how many kids you have)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barista: I can ask management about our "regulars", but I doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I took my drinks and left a little irritated. I guess I thought it would have been nice for them to allow me to stay in the drive thru line this time! I am not sure I understand why they couldn't just do it for me today, and then inform me of the rule. I was so irritated that I think I may not go to that particular drive thru again. There is a closer one to my work...I think I will begin giving them my money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the sweet cashier didn't charge me for my refill today...but he did ask me not to let the Barista know! He said he felt bad for me...being that I am regular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8529328290421274114?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8529328290421274114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8529328290421274114' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8529328290421274114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8529328290421274114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-you-can-refill-your-starbucks-at.html' title='Think you can refill your Starbucks at the drive thru? Think again!'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNLDszjWS-I/AAAAAAAAA6U/mBm4P4kYI08/s72-c/starbucks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7993074230738614625</id><published>2008-09-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:28:01.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Monk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNFn_VHCpPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZSwOWTBUJzM/s1600-h/monks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247089378559436018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNFn_VHCpPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZSwOWTBUJzM/s400/monks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our school the children move from class to class as if they were in HS! It is amazing to me how blessed I am and my children are at this school! Anyway, I teach History to the 1-2 graders this year three times a week. We are studying the Middle Ages and yesterday we learned about Monks and how they taught the Anglo-Saxons about Christianity. I happen to start the lesson off with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; When I say Monk, who thinks they know what I am talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; I know! They are men that only have hair on the sides and back of their head...and a lot of it, but they don't have any hair on the top of their heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard not to chuckle! Let's be honest, when I think of monks, I think the same thing! Don't you? From the looks of this picture, I think my student is justified in his stereotype of monks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7993074230738614625?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7993074230738614625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7993074230738614625' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7993074230738614625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7993074230738614625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-monk.html' title='What is a Monk?'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNFn_VHCpPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZSwOWTBUJzM/s72-c/monks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-7213256858841464905</id><published>2008-09-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:14:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am just missing the days at the beach today...the whole day! School is great, but I would rather be at the beach hanging with my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCC46wsII/AAAAAAAAA5s/po8opiMVTxs/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246766183292645506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCC46wsII/AAAAAAAAA5s/po8opiMVTxs/s400/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCDGUksPI/AAAAAAAAA50/NledrpZ2JuM/s1600-h/IMG_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246766186890572018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCDGUksPI/AAAAAAAAA50/NledrpZ2JuM/s400/IMG_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCDTk0gcI/AAAAAAAAA58/5nalg9NVq9s/s1600-h/IMG_1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246766190448378306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCDTk0gcI/AAAAAAAAA58/5nalg9NVq9s/s400/IMG_1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCDnYfMQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/23HWZ-nsQA8/s1600-h/IMG_1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246766195765358850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCDnYfMQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/23HWZ-nsQA8/s400/IMG_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBBUXFu4LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dSDOZgEAhqM/s1600-h/IMG_1097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246765383937876146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBBUXFu4LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dSDOZgEAhqM/s400/IMG_1097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-7213256858841464905?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/7213256858841464905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=7213256858841464905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7213256858841464905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/7213256858841464905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/beach-days.html' title='Beach days'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SNBCC46wsII/AAAAAAAAA5s/po8opiMVTxs/s72-c/IMG_1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-5082230690194971315</id><published>2008-09-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:30:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelous Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, you read that right! I had a wonderful day today. I am feeling refreshed and ready for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;*the bible and quiet time with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;*am exercise&lt;br /&gt;*all 3 of my kids got everything ready this am without me nagging them! (Maybe they were tired of all my nagging last week?)&lt;br /&gt;*rewarding my kids with no chores for the day since the am went so smoothly&lt;br /&gt;*a NEW chiropractor. She is wonderful...I feel so much better (my right leg has been numb from the knee down since Friday.)(oh, and she doesn't feel the need to come back to her 3x a week for a month...only when I feel the need to come!)&lt;br /&gt;*lunch with hubby and Little Guy OUTSIDE. I love being outside&lt;br /&gt;*picking up my HAPPY children from school...they love their school&lt;br /&gt;*no kids fighting at the grocery store or complaining.&lt;br /&gt;*the anticipation of the pedicure I am going to go get after dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Monday is going well too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-5082230690194971315?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/5082230690194971315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=5082230690194971315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5082230690194971315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/5082230690194971315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/marvelous-monday.html' title='Marvelous Monday'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-6767664987985816773</id><published>2008-09-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:46:49.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Scarlet Ohara? Are you?</title><content type='html'>Am I the only finding it hard to get everything done lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245700293735227906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMx4n85AIgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dRxx8QgbwiU/s400/scarlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work out in the am, get the kids dressed, off to school/work, run some errands, take the kids to the park, feed everyone dinner, back in the car for extra curricular activity, bathe everyone, put them in bed, pack everyone's lunch, prep more school work, hang with hubby, off to bed and repeat in the am. (Notice here that I did not even mention housework)&lt;br /&gt;It must be because school has started and I am back to work (part time). I feel like I just can't keep up. In the past when I feel this way, I stop, and look at our calendar and begin to reevaluate our priorities. Okay, so being a freak of habit, I stopped and tried to figure out what I can let go of, in order to feel calm again. I couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here, I enjoy...actually thrive on being busy. However, these past two weeks feels more than busy. I just can't seem to get a groove on. The kids have something every night except Friday...and Tiger just started football on Saturday mornings. The only days I am not running my children somewhere are Friday and Sunday. When I look at their schedule, I don't see anything to cut. I want them to continue in piano and gymnastics and now, football.(They all love it so much...I just couldn't take it away from them!) So I guess I need to do a better job of organizing everything!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, today I just threw in the towel, and packed the car and we all headed to the beach with friends. I did take an hour to pick up the house this am before we left. I knew that I should not being going...that I should stay home and begin to get things ready for the new week...but I decided I would just do that tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there is my problem! I wait until tomorrow to find balance...and tomorrow NEVER comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6767664987985816773?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6767664987985816773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6767664987985816773' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6767664987985816773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6767664987985816773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-scarlet-ohara.html' title='Am I Scarlet Ohara? Are you?'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMx4n85AIgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dRxx8QgbwiU/s72-c/scarlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4264972139694996281</id><published>2008-09-10T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:44:31.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy on getting bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMhVydJD7qI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DeICFXuLSyY/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244536091377397410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMhVydJD7qI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DeICFXuLSyY/s400/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I picked up Little Guy today and headed to Kinkos to get some things done for school. While we were there, he needed to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Mom, look I can reach the sink in this bathroom without a step stool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Wow! Little Guy you are getting so big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: I only need a step stool at home in my bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I guess you are growing up! I wish you could stay little forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Mom, I am not trying to get bigger! I don't know how I can reach now. I want to stay little and live with you forever...but I keep getting bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I know Little Guy. You can't stay little forever. God made you small and he will make you bigger too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Can I still live with you when God makes me bigger!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: You can always live with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to tell him that he will grow up and WANT to live on his own some day. I just wanted to treasure the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4264972139694996281?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4264972139694996281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4264972139694996281' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4264972139694996281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4264972139694996281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-guy-on-getting-bigger.html' title='Little Guy on getting bigger'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMhVydJD7qI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DeICFXuLSyY/s72-c/IMG_1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-4453236266684348334</id><published>2008-09-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:13:44.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycle = $23.94</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMWxZHhFPSI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTnJHtnkDxs/s1600-h/waterbottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243792386215460130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMWxZHhFPSI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTnJHtnkDxs/s400/waterbottles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today after school the kids and I took in all our water bottles and cans to the recycle center. I am pleased to say that today we earned $23.94. I usually split this money between the three children...to help pay out their allowance...but we did something different today...and it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Starbucks and purchased a drink for all of us. Then we put the rest on a gift card. Now, I don't have to always say, "No I am not buying you a hot chocolate." I told them when the card is gone...they will need to wait until we take another trip to the recycle center. I think it may help motivate them to pick up water bottles from the park, beach etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had fun doing our "high/low" while sipping our drinks. We usually do "high/low" at dinner. (we go around the table and everyone tells their high and their low for the day) Since school just started, I thought it would be fun to do a high/low only about school. The kids were so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;: My high is recess. I don't have a low...I really liked school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cutie&lt;/span&gt;: My high is recess and snack time. I don't have a low either...today was even better than the first day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Levi&lt;/span&gt;: My high is right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, my kids have their priorities in the right place...food and hanging with their friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My high is being with my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-4453236266684348334?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/4453236266684348334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=4453236266684348334' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4453236266684348334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/4453236266684348334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/recycle-2394.html' title='Recycle = $23.94'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMWxZHhFPSI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dTnJHtnkDxs/s72-c/waterbottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-8684301183098272592</id><published>2008-09-07T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:51:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMShCB9ZPlI/AAAAAAAAA48/_xLF59dIk98/s1600-h/shack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492922423852626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMShCB9ZPlI/AAAAAAAAA48/_xLF59dIk98/s400/shack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a lot of people ask me my opinion on the book "The Shack". I have to admit that the book is very easy to be drawn into and it is an easy read...but doesn't have much, if any, biblical principals. If you are reading this book, I would encourage you to have your bible next to you as you read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a wonderful site I found this evening I would encourage you to look at. &lt;a href="http://www.leadingtheway.org/site/PageServer?pagename=sto_TheShack_13heresies"&gt;http://www.leadingtheway.org/site/PageServer?pagename=sto_TheShack_13heresies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to discuss this book at my book club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-8684301183098272592?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/8684301183098272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=8684301183098272592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8684301183098272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/8684301183098272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SMShCB9ZPlI/AAAAAAAAA48/_xLF59dIk98/s72-c/shack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1050248923987656355</id><published>2008-09-07T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:12:59.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Tradition</title><content type='html'>I have been slacking on my blogging lately. Mostly because my camera is broke AGAIN! I am in the process of getting it fixed. It was so sad not to have my camera to snap pictures of my kids first day of school this year. However, I have wonderful friends that snapped away for me...and as soon as I get the copies, I will post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy week. I have started back to work and the kids are back to school. I am so thankful to teach at the same school they attend. It is so nice to see their faces every day! I have been blessed with a really good 2nd grade class this year. We are getting another new student on Monday! The students are all thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time that I have been able to have some alone time with Little Guy EVERY DAY! It is so great. When he is done with preschool, I pick him up and we have 2 hours to ourselves. Last week we had a few play dates over...but this week we are already planning our trip to the bakery! It is kind of a tradition that I have done with all my kids. We would go to the bakery and they'd pick out a cookie...and then we'd sit and I would shoot all kinds of questions at them! I was telling Little Guy all about it and Tiger over heard us talking. He said, "Little Guy you are so lucky. Mom will even let you have juice on that day! And you get to sit there with her while she drinks her coffee just the two of you." He then turned to me and said, "I wish we still did that mom." I was so glad that he remembered those days...and reminded that I need to make it happen more often for him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for those precious memories with my kids...just the two of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1050248923987656355?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1050248923987656355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1050248923987656355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1050248923987656355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1050248923987656355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/preschool-tradition.html' title='Preschool Tradition'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-3246016450641864225</id><published>2008-09-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:16:47.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is here again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SL8MdFQGKLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6jaJz_5G8BY/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241922185047976114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SL8MdFQGKLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6jaJz_5G8BY/s400/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the joys of teaching at the school that my children attend is that I get to hear all the cute things they do all day! Yesterday was their first day back to school...and my first day of teaching again! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I arrived at school, Tiger's teacher brought me his handwriting book. She couldn't wait to show me what he had done! Yesterday she had told them to write some of their favorite letters. Tiger wrote "N" "Y" "L" "A". I was so touched that my Tiger wrote my name while he was in class. His teacher said, "He must have been missing you in the afternoon." I was so touched...it almost brought me to tears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-3246016450641864225?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/3246016450641864225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=3246016450641864225' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3246016450641864225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/3246016450641864225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-is-here-again.html' title='School is here again'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SL8MdFQGKLI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6jaJz_5G8BY/s72-c/IMG_0871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-1690310054797348639</id><published>2008-08-31T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:40:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights and Smells of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SLtHV-0cPII/AAAAAAAAAt8/gBnCkB28fLM/s1600-h/runningonbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240861034341481602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SLtHV-0cPII/AAAAAAAAAt8/gBnCkB28fLM/s320/runningonbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...running on the beach trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smells:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ocean water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smoke from fire pits still being put out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;garbage truck (that was the only gross thing..and it was towards the end of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocean waves crashing on the shore&lt;br /&gt;birds flying all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flowers and plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;families holding hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couples walking together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other joggers and walkers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people stretching on the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so amazing! I have never ran on the trail before. I couldn't take it all in. It was so peaceful and gorgeous. I was able to complete a little over 4 miles...and all the sights and sounds were such a great distraction...I didn't realize how far I had actually gone. I will definitely be doing this again. I am so thankful for friends that don't mind waking up early on a Saturday to run. How wonderful to have a few good friends to help encourage me to do it. Not to mention how nice it is to grab coffee afterwards and chat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait until next Saturday morning. Feel free to join us...if you are in sunny CA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-1690310054797348639?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/1690310054797348639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=1690310054797348639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1690310054797348639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/1690310054797348639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/08/sights-and-smells-of.html' title='Sights and Smells of...'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SLtHV-0cPII/AAAAAAAAAt8/gBnCkB28fLM/s72-c/runningonbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-577375128856064710</id><published>2008-08-30T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:01:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great day at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SK2Lthu4RQI/AAAAAAAAAts/x1VQmhykBVE/s320/IMG_2073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we took the kids out for dinner since I am leaving today. (remember that flight I missed...I won't be missing it today!) After dinner we needed to go to Sports Chalet to get Cutie some ankle weights for her new gymnastic class. While we were there, the kids tried on these football helmets. I couldn't help but take a picture. They were having so much fun! Then Tiger found a skateboard that he wanted to spend his birthday money on. The only problem was he doesn't have enough money yet AND he needs to wait ten days to be sure it is what he wants. Here was the conversation in the van on the way home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Dad I really want that skateboard. I have $135 dollars...why can't I use it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hubby:&lt;/span&gt; Son, half your money needs to go into the bank. You really only have about $70 and you said you were going to give $10 of your birthday money to the church. So you have $60 and the board is $99. You will have to save a while longer to be able to afford the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiger:&lt;/span&gt; Dad, can't I just not give money to the bank? I really want to give my money to God and the sports store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-6173284853304584259?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/6173284853304584259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=6173284853304584259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6173284853304584259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/6173284853304584259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiger-said-something-so-cute.html' title='Tiger said something so cute...'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/SK2Lthu4RQI/AAAAAAAAAts/x1VQmhykBVE/s72-c/IMG_2073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230338661163707640.post-2306318782739814578</id><published>2008-08-19T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:28:25.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Update</title><content type='html'>Today  was a good day at the doctor for me.  I found out that the only change I need to make to my diet is really easy! I can no longer take anti-inflammatory drugs!  I know  that sounds  funny...but I love to take Aleve and Motrin to help with my attitude and back pain during that wonderful time of the month...and I can no longer do that! (Look out hubby...JK)  I do remember my urologist telling me to limit it  (after he removed my kidney), but this doc is saying NEVER use it...I can take Tylenol (so hubby,  there me be hope every 28 days! :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday wasn't such a great day for hubby at the doc's office.  He has been having some foot problem for the past two weeks.  We actually thought maybe he broke his big toe.  Now we wish that was all it was!  The doc thinks he may have gout.  Gout  is a very bad form of arthritis...and the diet is so limited!  Basically, protein in his system is turned into like glass at the joint...so every time he uses his foot he is in pain!  Gout usually is found first in the joints in your foot and could move to his ankles and hands.  Protein is what flares it...so we have to limit his protein intake.  I feel like everything I am use to doing...lean protein, whole grains, fruits and veggies is everything he needs to stay away from.  I am so dreading this diet...but not as much as he is.  Unfortunately, I haven't found many recipes on line.  I am still trying to find anything interesting and tasty for him.   We will find out for sure once the blood work comes back!  I am praying that the doc is wrong...but he did x-rays too...and it isn't broke!  I have been googling it all day.  I was amazed when I read that he could not have WHOLE GRAINS and certain fruits (like apples) and veggies (like asparagus - his favorite) Seriously!?  Pray I find fun and interesting things for him to eat.  AND that he doesn't have Gout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230338661163707640-2306318782739814578?l=crider5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/feeds/2306318782739814578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230338661163707640&amp;postID=2306318782739814578' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2306318782739814578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230338661163707640/posts/default/2306318782739814578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crider5.blogspot.com/2008/08/doctor-update.html' title='Doctor Update'/><author><name>Nyla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEFy1k8MfAE/S0PBFSKPGxI/AAAAAAAABbU/swTJmmXP_1U/S220/111509_5509-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
