<?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-2875014174865872742</id><updated>2012-01-28T21:01:29.559-08:00</updated><category term='Couponing'/><category term='Beckett'/><category term='Tayden'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Scott'/><category term='Stacey'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Tanner'/><title type='text'>Pack of Packards</title><subtitle type='html'>.:history in the making:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4061451790055472292</id><published>2012-01-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:01:29.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Doesn't Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...a little brotherly love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JYTjD6jAP8/TyTRoQXH3OI/AAAAAAAACAU/mu0p2hyi1Ek/s1600/photo+1+(11).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JYTjD6jAP8/TyTRoQXH3OI/AAAAAAAACAU/mu0p2hyi1Ek/s320/photo+1+(11).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its really the sweetest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCdjaWJ_D6s/TyTRpRPqatI/AAAAAAAACAc/oiOCTGYvuUc/s1600/photo+2+(10).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCdjaWJ_D6s/TyTRpRPqatI/AAAAAAAACAc/oiOCTGYvuUc/s320/photo+2+(10).JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It makes my heart melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Tayden turned the big THREE. I can't believe even it. I remember bringing him from the hospital and not having a clue what to do with a baby and now he is a preschooler. It just blows my mind. He day started at 6:30 (way too early for us) yelling, "It's my birthday! Sing Happy &amp;nbsp;Birthday to me!" His birthday was fun this year because he knew exactly what was going on and what he wanted as far the party went. We had to do his day a little backwards because of Scotts scouts. We opened presents right after breakfast while we were still in our PJ's. It was seriously just like Christmas again for this little boy. He loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yumV73cD0so/TyDbDorYnmI/AAAAAAAAB94/qKy7orOSqb0/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yumV73cD0so/TyDbDorYnmI/AAAAAAAAB94/qKy7orOSqb0/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-IJihPqcTU/TyDbEicw3zI/AAAAAAAAB-A/mVzDJYjwuIM/s1600/DSC_0364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-IJihPqcTU/TyDbEicw3zI/AAAAAAAAB-A/mVzDJYjwuIM/s320/DSC_0364.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not the best picture but would you look at that face? He was so excited about his helicopter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SncEkAw41dE/TyDbFlNo-WI/AAAAAAAAB-I/1ALF7slf2BY/s1600/DSC_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SncEkAw41dE/TyDbFlNo-WI/AAAAAAAAB-I/1ALF7slf2BY/s320/DSC_0368.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLv1JJdj4BM/TyDbaaskLPI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/_5vC2b1bbfk/s1600/DSC_0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLv1JJdj4BM/TyDbaaskLPI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/_5vC2b1bbfk/s320/DSC_0372.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden got BSU pillow-pet and Beckett loved giving it kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGsz1vG7zyo/TyDbGCn_9gI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/g5U-IdE1fOQ/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGsz1vG7zyo/TyDbGCn_9gI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/g5U-IdE1fOQ/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden got to play with all his new toys for a little while and then it was off to the birthday party. We were originally going to do it in our backyard, but the wind has been a little chilly lately (I know we have nothing to complain about. If we still lived in Idaho, and outdoor party would be out of question.), so we opted for the church house instead. We had a pizza party and brought balls for all the kids. They just ran around, kicked balls and chased each other. They had a blast! Tayden had fun giving all his friends a ball to take home when the party was over. As we were cleaning he told me, "Mom. Birthday parties are fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the only picture I could get of Tayden and two of his best (boy) friends. Sheppard, Caleb and Tayden are in the same nursery and see each other a couple times a week. The little three amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6svWyUzA88/TyDd7t5ncpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ny0DPHCCxAo/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6svWyUzA88/TyDd7t5ncpI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ny0DPHCCxAo/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett and his buddy Jackson. Don't mind B's shirt, he had &amp;nbsp;little too much to drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8fUT5OyPZ0/TyDeZpn6QPI/AAAAAAAAB-o/CQKXP84o4NI/s1600/DSC_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8fUT5OyPZ0/TyDeZpn6QPI/AAAAAAAAB-o/CQKXP84o4NI/s320/DSC_0382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbMBjdPe2B8/TyDeynVKwCI/AAAAAAAAB-w/cQ1IEd_gkvM/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbMBjdPe2B8/TyDeynVKwCI/AAAAAAAAB-w/cQ1IEd_gkvM/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gquL_WtmpnU/TyDezbgE81I/AAAAAAAAB-4/-EH4w3GLpDg/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gquL_WtmpnU/TyDezbgE81I/AAAAAAAAB-4/-EH4w3GLpDg/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't get Shep over to take pictures, but Tayden and Caleb were all about the camera. Silly boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ng6QGK6jzg/TyDfTiSZo-I/AAAAAAAAB_A/D5OAw-PibgQ/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ng6QGK6jzg/TyDfTiSZo-I/AAAAAAAAB_A/D5OAw-PibgQ/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqP7_UQIeZQ/TyDfUR4BqFI/AAAAAAAAB_I/EuzPHiChABQ/s1600/DSC_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqP7_UQIeZQ/TyDfUR4BqFI/AAAAAAAAB_I/EuzPHiChABQ/s320/DSC_0384.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo21SFBBg9w/TyDfVSIFC9I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/9pU4EVfuOwA/s1600/DSC_0385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo21SFBBg9w/TyDfVSIFC9I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/9pU4EVfuOwA/s320/DSC_0385.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3kf8Ps2mxE/TyDfWPzLaJI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/2kxK1ZcO5bI/s1600/DSC_0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3kf8Ps2mxE/TyDfWPzLaJI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/2kxK1ZcO5bI/s320/DSC_0386.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I had a picture of his cake. I snapped one with my phone, but it decided to stop working-so I stole one from the internet (sorry dev!) It looked just like this, but with green frosting. Tayden picked it out all by himself, so he loved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/store/images/site_images/1510-7771_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.wilton.com/store/images/site_images/1510-7771_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYUzmpekfV8/TyDfoaNpAvI/AAAAAAAAB_g/odYE_CT-bwE/s1600/DSC_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYUzmpekfV8/TyDfoaNpAvI/AAAAAAAAB_g/odYE_CT-bwE/s320/DSC_0395.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUQtfjJOsSI/TyDf7WxAiQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VxJq2BvEtGA/s1600/DSC_0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUQtfjJOsSI/TyDf7WxAiQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/VxJq2BvEtGA/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have to say a little something about my LV friends. They are the greatest. Seriously, they are all so amazing. I could not ask for a better support system as I am away from my family. They all pitched in and helped with the party. They are always more than willing to take my kids or help when we need them. They were so welcoming to me and have taken me in as one of their own. I feel part of something great among these moms. I seriously can not say enough good things about this group of ladies. I appreciate and love them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXJ5XqJxzb0/TyDf8IE8vFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/utJr7AQaVAs/s1600/DSC_0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXJ5XqJxzb0/TyDf8IE8vFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/utJr7AQaVAs/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taydens friends spoiled him rotten. He is so lucky to have so many great friends his age. He loves all of them and talks about them individually on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vglE_EMjXN8/TyDf9CKu85I/AAAAAAAAB_4/u306PmQl7Qg/s1600/DSC_0403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vglE_EMjXN8/TyDf9CKu85I/AAAAAAAAB_4/u306PmQl7Qg/s320/DSC_0403.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDOiQotno5k/TyDf97wv5VI/AAAAAAAACAA/AwhgyXoQHhM/s1600/DSC_0406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vDOiQotno5k/TyDf97wv5VI/AAAAAAAACAA/AwhgyXoQHhM/s320/DSC_0406.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFcC5mSw_ik/TyDf-ahzVmI/AAAAAAAACAI/ATYo_AKg5Ps/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFcC5mSw_ik/TyDf-ahzVmI/AAAAAAAACAI/ATYo_AKg5Ps/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the party, we all went home and crashed. Scott had a Pine Wood Derby for scouts tonight, so we went and hung out with him during that. Tayden even got to race his car. He loved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden made me a mommy 3 years ago and I am so grateful for him. I learn from him daily and am amazed by his selfless giving, ingenuity, and free love. He makes me laugh and melts my heart. At 3 years old Tayden:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Is becoming his own person. He has always had an opinion about things, but now is exercising his independence on a daily basis. Little things like, getting in the car by himself, pulling out his chair, turning on the TV, throwing away his garbage-all remind me how big he is getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves Beckett. He is an amazing big brother. He always tries to sooth Beckett with toys or food- and it usually works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Is so quick to say thank you. He says thank you over the funniest little things, like when we get his milk, buy him more crackers at the store or help put his shoes on. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Is getting better at pronunciation. He is speaking more clearly, but is still hard to understand over the phone. We have to remind him to slow down when he gets excited. Sometimes he mumbles when he's nervous, but overall he's getting much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Thinks things through and problem solves. Its not unusual to see him standing on something with a wooden spoon trying to knock a treat or whatever down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves all things Toy Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Knows all the words to, "I Love To See The Temple", "I am a Child of God", "Twinkle Twinkle", and "Happy Birthday".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves to read his scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Says prayers mostly&amp;nbsp;independently. Tonight, I caught him praying for his candy before he ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Is still very athletic. He is constantly running, jumping, catching, etc. He has great coordination for his age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE this little boy! He is so amazing. He is a handful at times and we have our fair share of time-out days. He can be a challenge with his stubborn little attitude, but we love him all the same. I am so grateful he is my son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Cowboy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-2141722677261514673?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/2141722677261514673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=2141722677261514673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2141722677261514673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2141722677261514673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/tayden-birthday.html' title='Tayden Birthday'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yumV73cD0so/TyDbDorYnmI/AAAAAAAAB94/qKy7orOSqb0/s72-c/DSC_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5618752168134156228</id><published>2012-01-24T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:53:00.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckett's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby..scratch that...my toddler turned one today! I can't believe how fast this year has gone. Beckett brings us so much joy and happiness. We are so blessed to have him in our family. We kept the day pretty low key. We enjoyed a nice a run to the park, played with some friends for a while and then hung out at home for a family birthday party. Beckett, obviously, had no idea it was his birthday--but Tayden sure had fun singing Happy Birthday to baby brother ALL. DAY. LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had this cute birthday outfit for picked out for him all week long. I didn't let him wear it all day in fear it would get dirty before pictures. I had an exact idea how the evening was going to play out and when we would change him into the outfit--blah blah blah. It didn't pan out. Instead, we had dinner and got Beckett good and dirty with spaghetti sauce. Then, Scott decided to just do the cupcake while we had a mess anyway. Then, I decided he was in a major need of a bath. After bath we opted for jammies instead of having to wrestle him into a cute little outfit just for the sake of pictures. Whew--with that said, he's clothes ended up being a little grungy. Oh well. It is what is it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett LOVED his birthday cake. Which is really no surprise to anyone. This boy can eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgJgbvez29g/Tx-TCtxefYI/AAAAAAAAB8g/_NGoGm_8GiA/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgJgbvez29g/Tx-TCtxefYI/AAAAAAAAB8g/_NGoGm_8GiA/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXihcSSzA6Y/Tx-TDyzM-3I/AAAAAAAAB8o/9_qdl0JH6ME/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXihcSSzA6Y/Tx-TDyzM-3I/AAAAAAAAB8o/9_qdl0JH6ME/s320/DSC_0318.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KhhazhbLis/Tx-TEiYK5_I/AAAAAAAAB8w/436sVG3P5C0/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KhhazhbLis/Tx-TEiYK5_I/AAAAAAAAB8w/436sVG3P5C0/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden was screaming for some camera attention, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNOBvrZO-7o/Tx-TQDV6DuI/AAAAAAAAB84/VuY1J6N6QN4/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LNOBvrZO-7o/Tx-TQDV6DuI/AAAAAAAAB84/VuY1J6N6QN4/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B loved his cupcake...alot. He was full of cheesy grins when we asked if he like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaHC_AJWQoA/Tx-Tk8MeY2I/AAAAAAAAB9A/vY5yM3_Cwus/s1600/DSC_0334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eaHC_AJWQoA/Tx-Tk8MeY2I/AAAAAAAAB9A/vY5yM3_Cwus/s320/DSC_0334.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7s7czu3tS4/Tx-TlUnXeXI/AAAAAAAAB9I/66lElQQYBM4/s1600/DSC_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7s7czu3tS4/Tx-TlUnXeXI/AAAAAAAAB9I/66lElQQYBM4/s320/DSC_0335.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBtYMOhPrCo/Tx-TmFo5VlI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RDKa29wBfcM/s1600/DSC_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBtYMOhPrCo/Tx-TmFo5VlI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/RDKa29wBfcM/s320/DSC_0336.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presents were opened after bath. Tayden loved taking the gifts to brother and 'helping' him open them. He got spoiled from his grandparents, that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCLF9hbPWJ8/Tx-UGeoeF1I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/uKWnnRU_mfs/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCLF9hbPWJ8/Tx-UGeoeF1I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/uKWnnRU_mfs/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqMSlglmXs/Tx-UHeRpIpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/unUuly-vecY/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqMSlglmXs/Tx-UHeRpIpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/unUuly-vecY/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PA5JZ0gtwMA/Tx-UIUTJQbI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Qtb4EBXYgmY/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PA5JZ0gtwMA/Tx-UIUTJQbI/AAAAAAAAB9o/Qtb4EBXYgmY/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr1rkaZqpmQ/Tx-UQXLtgyI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7_NjFNwpp68/s1600/DSC_0349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr1rkaZqpmQ/Tx-UQXLtgyI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7_NjFNwpp68/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love Beckett so much. I am constantly in awe of this little boy. He brightens my day, and as my mom said, makes this world &amp;nbsp;better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 1 year Beckett Sean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is so happy, most of the time. He is normally very smiley and easy going. He lights up a room with those big blue eyes and can turn a horrible day upside down with that contagious smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-When he isn't happy he can throw quite the fit. He whines and cries and knows just how to get his way. Luckily, we don't see that side all to often. (Although my husband may not agree.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is walking all the time and is working on running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Picks on Tayden. He likes to take toys away from him on purpose and run. He can be a little sneaky stinker at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Can say BITE, DA-DA and makes a Buzz Lightyear laser noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves to play with the big boys. Everytime Scott and Tayden are running around, Beckett joins in. He just kind of wanders and laughs, but its the cutest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Goes to bed all by himself. Completely unassisted. A nice change from the eldest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Points. I love this. He either will make a noise asking what it is or talk up a major jibberish storm about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Climbs on everything. Is into everything. And keeps me on my toes all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves to carry around a plastic golf club and hammer. If he has something in his hands, he's content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Goes up and down stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-The only time he crawls is to try to sneak under us to get to the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Peaks around stuff. Like the table leg, his crib, the corner or the couch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Plays cars on the tile or any other surface where the wheels will turn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves to be outside. His favorite is the park. He goes up the stairs and down the slide over and over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Had bright red hair and big blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love this little boy more than words can say. I'm thankful for his sweet spirit and all the joy he carries with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Crocodile. We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-5618752168134156228?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5618752168134156228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5618752168134156228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5618752168134156228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5618752168134156228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/becketts-birthday.html' title='Beckett&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgJgbvez29g/Tx-TCtxefYI/AAAAAAAAB8g/_NGoGm_8GiA/s72-c/DSC_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6354312769253386208</id><published>2012-01-21T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:43:54.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Tanner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNzhiO4mL2w/TxuXmvKDWAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/OSAqtrUIBQA/s1600/photo+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNzhiO4mL2w/TxuXmvKDWAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/OSAqtrUIBQA/s320/photo+%252815%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweetest dog you ever did see. We've had Tan for about 5 years now. As much as we complain about the 'dumb dog' we really do love him. He's getting older and as sad as it is...he's not going to be here forever. So, I would like to write a little bit about him. Especially for my boys. Since I print individual copies for them of the blog. I want them to remember their first childhood pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanner is a happy little dog. This dog seriously smiles when he is happy and tries to talk to us on a daily basis. He is getting a bit cranky in his old age, but for the most part is very tolerant of the shenanigans the kids put him through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a yapper. He was always quiet while we lived in apartments, but once we got into a house, I let it get out of control. It made me feel safe because nobody could get near the house without me knowing. I still stand my ground that I don't mind the barking, even more so since Scott works so much. It gets a tad old when the kids are napping, but I don't know that'd I change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tan Man is smart. He catches on to things really quickly. He took a day to potty train. He knows when we're talking about him. If he's done something naughty, he tries to be super lovable until your not mad. He knows how to work the system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanner loves to play. Tayden is at a great age to play with him. They chase each other, play ball and wrestle around. Beckett on the other hand...that's still a different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get so many compliments on him. We've had people ask if he's part fox or a little husky. They always think he's a puppy. He gets more comments when we are out going for a walk then my adorable kids. Okay, not true..but pretty close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my dog. Scott likes him too, but he's mine. He sits with me, follows me around, it ultra protective of me. The whole works. I didn't mean for that to happen, but some where along the lines it did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we let his hair grow out to long he gets naughty and sulky. Once we get it cut--he acts like a whole new dog. We even had our trainer comment on the same thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He broke his leg the second Christmas we had him. Jumped out of my arms and landed in a shoe. Most expensive vet bill I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's incredible the amount of unconditional love a dog can give you. He is extremely loyal and loving to our family. I tell Scott all the time I will never get another dog, but in all honestly- we'll probably be dog family for the rest of our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanner is good boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Tan Tan for being the best little dog ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-6354312769253386208?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6354312769253386208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6354312769253386208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6354312769253386208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6354312769253386208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/tan-tan.html' title='Tan Tan'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNzhiO4mL2w/TxuXmvKDWAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/OSAqtrUIBQA/s72-c/photo+%252815%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6684420452410386755</id><published>2012-01-17T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:50:31.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott and I took the boys to Lieds Childrens Museum today. We had LivingSocial coupon, so the whole trip was whopping $8.50. Which is a good thing, because I was a little less than impressed with the experience. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but I was expecting a little bit more. I was hoping it would be like the Discovery Museum in Dallas. Also, Tayden was a little young for a lot of the exhibits--and Beckett wasn't exactly patient while we attempted to read and teach Tayden about all of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKaS4LfYO1s/TxZMgpBae0I/AAAAAAAAB6c/spNzqcDy1jY/s1600/DSC_0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKaS4LfYO1s/TxZMgpBae0I/AAAAAAAAB6c/spNzqcDy1jY/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tayden standing tall at 36 inches. Give or take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMg9nrT6tOM/TxZMhYo1WaI/AAAAAAAAB6k/41VMkBWqsBk/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMg9nrT6tOM/TxZMhYo1WaI/AAAAAAAAB6k/41VMkBWqsBk/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scott was a little too tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFBKIjmQhKQ/TxZMiJLo8wI/AAAAAAAAB6s/vn70aOp_lhw/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFBKIjmQhKQ/TxZMiJLo8wI/AAAAAAAAB6s/vn70aOp_lhw/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGXGmEGvzjs/TxZMi3lIGcI/AAAAAAAAB60/qseu_LEvJH0/s1600/DSC_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGXGmEGvzjs/TxZMi3lIGcI/AAAAAAAAB60/qseu_LEvJH0/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHA7NZL5onI/TxZMjWLamPI/AAAAAAAAB68/l8rw2LEkBXE/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHA7NZL5onI/TxZMjWLamPI/AAAAAAAAB68/l8rw2LEkBXE/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1zxoO5PbPc/TxZMkdsl5ZI/AAAAAAAAB7E/eSPQ6APQYe0/s1600/DSC_0278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1zxoO5PbPc/TxZMkdsl5ZI/AAAAAAAAB7E/eSPQ6APQYe0/s320/DSC_0278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Notice Becketts fat lip? He's had a rough week. He had run in with a chair that resulted in a bloody nose and nearly black eye. He stumbled down the stairs. And he tripped leaving his fat lip. I need to invest in some bubble wrap something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOOM6hrIMLo/TxZMlJmN9lI/AAAAAAAAB7M/MqBkbucPwao/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOOM6hrIMLo/TxZMlJmN9lI/AAAAAAAAB7M/MqBkbucPwao/s320/DSC_0279.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IC9vjmBr5lg/TxZMl0BL8WI/AAAAAAAAB7U/DJyU_Kltlrk/s1600/DSC_0284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IC9vjmBr5lg/TxZMl0BL8WI/AAAAAAAAB7U/DJyU_Kltlrk/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byRKvvwinDk/TxZMmjnarhI/AAAAAAAAB7c/-tPfbMg_Oa8/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byRKvvwinDk/TxZMmjnarhI/AAAAAAAAB7c/-tPfbMg_Oa8/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Almost bubbled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the pull your own weight. I got up. Scott didn't. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC6ozZcJluI/TxZMnXovaAI/AAAAAAAAB7k/YBS6ZOmdN64/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC6ozZcJluI/TxZMnXovaAI/AAAAAAAAB7k/YBS6ZOmdN64/s320/DSC_0287.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdWn25ks3L8/TxZMn3H7rVI/AAAAAAAAB7s/3FANg8cH014/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdWn25ks3L8/TxZMn3H7rVI/AAAAAAAAB7s/3FANg8cH014/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hurricane tunnel was pretty fun too. Tayden enjoyed it. Lots. So did my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZpwH2cpIn0/TxZMon3Co4I/AAAAAAAAB70/KompP6_cxak/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZpwH2cpIn0/TxZMon3Co4I/AAAAAAAAB70/KompP6_cxak/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALq8jcafQaE/TxZMpbtC2TI/AAAAAAAAB78/HvfJtqlPOWQ/s1600/DSC_0296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALq8jcafQaE/TxZMpbtC2TI/AAAAAAAAB78/HvfJtqlPOWQ/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxArRIRSq0I/TxZMqKDrlQI/AAAAAAAAB8E/lat1I3cGOM8/s1600/DSC_0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxArRIRSq0I/TxZMqKDrlQI/AAAAAAAAB8E/lat1I3cGOM8/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3m3sPDnJ1I/TxZMquKeTfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/J01PwfUJ3RI/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3m3sPDnJ1I/TxZMquKeTfI/AAAAAAAAB8M/J01PwfUJ3RI/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless of the little let downs-- we had a good time. It was super fun spending time as a family and getting out and exploring the great town of Las Vegas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-6684420452410386755?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6684420452410386755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6684420452410386755&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6684420452410386755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6684420452410386755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/childrens-museum.html' title='Childrens Museum'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKaS4LfYO1s/TxZMgpBae0I/AAAAAAAAB6c/spNzqcDy1jY/s72-c/DSC_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-271894823738243910</id><published>2012-01-13T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:39:38.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taydens Sleep Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago, Tayden stopped staying in his room at night. He has never been a great sleeper, but the problem was getting obviously worse. I am normally not a 'rewarding' kind of mother, but thought maybe if I did something new it might be fun and Tayden&amp;nbsp;would be more willing to participate. So, we went to Walmart and picked out a super cool transformer. The deal was, if he stayed in his room for 5 nights, he could have his toy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first night he stayed in his room, we came downstairs and colored in a square on my super cool sleeping chart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I colored in the first square, I went upstairs for something. When I came down he declared he was ready for his new special toy. I explained to him again he had to wait until all the squares were colored. At that he remarked, "But mom, they are all colored!" and handed me his sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcdB4nGRur8/TxEdgbaNkNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/XWX6OWm6kmU/s1600/photo+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcdB4nGRur8/TxEdgbaNkNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/XWX6OWm6kmU/s320/photo+%252814%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The darn kid had colored in his squares so he could get his new toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this story because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A.) T doesn't have the patience for coloring. He never has. He doesn't like to sit still if he can avoid it. But he sat and colored each individual square. It may be scribbles, but it made this mama proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;B.) He totally thought it through. He knew what had to be done to get his toy and seriously thought he was tricking me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Man oh man I love this little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, did it work? Yes and no. It worked for the 5 days, but he was up again the next night. I think its going to be an ongoing battle with him. I am so grateful for all of the things he is good at, but really wish he was better in the sleep department.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-271894823738243910?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/271894823738243910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=271894823738243910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/271894823738243910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/271894823738243910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/taydens-sleep-story.html' title='Taydens Sleep Story'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcdB4nGRur8/TxEdgbaNkNI/AAAAAAAAB6U/XWX6OWm6kmU/s72-c/photo+%252814%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6868530695287038560</id><published>2012-01-09T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:17:03.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mondays are a great day at the Packard house. Its Scotts last day of his 3 day weekend. We had planned on going to the childrens museum, but turns out they were closed. The weather is beautiful here, so we decided to get out and get moving.There is a hill(ish) mountain, with some fun hiking trails about 5 minutes from our house. We loaded up the kids and went off to, in the words of Tayden, climb a mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yin4D3302JY/TwvgGxPSrjI/AAAAAAAAB5E/BJ71-gc3G3o/s1600/DSC_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yin4D3302JY/TwvgGxPSrjI/AAAAAAAAB5E/BJ71-gc3G3o/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Funny story about this shirt. He calls it his reindeer shirt, because you wear camouflage when you go hunting to shoot deer. I was explaining to him its called camo and he looked at me said, "No mom! Its not a camel shirt! Its for deer!". haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSyupMAfdlk/TwvgKY3P-fI/AAAAAAAAB5M/1lIqXjBc6yQ/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSyupMAfdlk/TwvgKY3P-fI/AAAAAAAAB5M/1lIqXjBc6yQ/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loved walking the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeAjVBYrg0o/TwvgS85dnJI/AAAAAAAAB5U/yJKb0rkYwiQ/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeAjVBYrg0o/TwvgS85dnJI/AAAAAAAAB5U/yJKb0rkYwiQ/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such a beautiful view of the strip in the background. We only made it half way, the stroller wasn't exactly hiking material!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O5gSLETpq8/TwvgZKY6ExI/AAAAAAAAB5c/sSIW40HQd8A/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O5gSLETpq8/TwvgZKY6ExI/AAAAAAAAB5c/sSIW40HQd8A/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OU9zTsbQwyk/TwvgfX-SwvI/AAAAAAAAB5k/a-AtvOA2h-c/s1600/DSC_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OU9zTsbQwyk/TwvgfX-SwvI/AAAAAAAAB5k/a-AtvOA2h-c/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M37O7OpRd0o/TwvgqaRSlSI/AAAAAAAAB5s/RpCOvbmIZyM/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M37O7OpRd0o/TwvgqaRSlSI/AAAAAAAAB5s/RpCOvbmIZyM/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the base of the mountain was a fun park. It was huge and Tayden had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CsxvDznk90/Twvi7X9LDqI/AAAAAAAAB50/MRWpLaqOq2k/s1600/DSC_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CsxvDznk90/Twvi7X9LDqI/AAAAAAAAB50/MRWpLaqOq2k/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5dN6uoMn3o/TwvjBqCHPCI/AAAAAAAAB58/ZI_lOde_OQM/s1600/DSC_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5dN6uoMn3o/TwvjBqCHPCI/AAAAAAAAB58/ZI_lOde_OQM/s320/DSC_0253.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See the little girl at the bottom? She and Tayden got married in the stagecoach earlier that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJETaX0RW4I/TwvjDmpOqgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/AbxYUMWUEEs/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJETaX0RW4I/TwvjDmpOqgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/AbxYUMWUEEs/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOBg2fi7h6s/TwvjIrRdp2I/AAAAAAAAB6M/0q5csREkRbs/s1600/DSC_0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOBg2fi7h6s/TwvjIrRdp2I/AAAAAAAAB6M/0q5csREkRbs/s320/DSC_0249.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fantastic morning! Followed by a nice long family nap. Dinner at Red Robin, that was comped by the manager due to wait time for our food. And finished up with Neilsons frozen yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great start to hopefully a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-6868530695287038560?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6868530695287038560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6868530695287038560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6868530695287038560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6868530695287038560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-morning-hike.html' title='Monday Morning Hike'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yin4D3302JY/TwvgGxPSrjI/AAAAAAAAB5E/BJ71-gc3G3o/s72-c/DSC_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7709440057291676626</id><published>2012-01-06T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:16:57.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><title type='text'>Laundry Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I loved the laundry as much as Beckett...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKLay8ksZY/TwfJzbnZkDI/AAAAAAAAB4k/xFH_Jm3476E/s1600/photo+%252811%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKLay8ksZY/TwfJzbnZkDI/AAAAAAAAB4k/xFH_Jm3476E/s320/photo+%252811%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hX-dkXWwLM4/TwfJ0D5UoSI/AAAAAAAAB4s/hv4ln_7vVSM/s1600/photo+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hX-dkXWwLM4/TwfJ0D5UoSI/AAAAAAAAB4s/hv4ln_7vVSM/s320/photo+%252812%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ctATu0v7m8/TwfJ5L6N0yI/AAAAAAAAB40/4--W6mwVLmY/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ctATu0v7m8/TwfJ5L6N0yI/AAAAAAAAB40/4--W6mwVLmY/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evnyE2daT8A/TwfJ5xy-hkI/AAAAAAAAB48/QwuROXa1od0/s1600/DSC_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evnyE2daT8A/TwfJ5xy-hkI/AAAAAAAAB48/QwuROXa1od0/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...it might get done more often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-7709440057291676626?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7709440057291676626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7709440057291676626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7709440057291676626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7709440057291676626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/laundry-love.html' title='Laundry Love'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKLay8ksZY/TwfJzbnZkDI/AAAAAAAAB4k/xFH_Jm3476E/s72-c/photo+%252811%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4354009421256242345</id><published>2012-01-02T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:53:32.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Command</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden got a new bedspread and room decals for Christmas. (Thanks Aunt Jo) He loved them in the box, but loved them even more when we put them up. We also decided when we put the decals up to move Beckett into Taydens room. I have been toying with the idea for a few months and decided it was perfect timing. We converted B's old room into a play room, which is a huge success. I have been promising my mom pictures of 'star command' (the name of the boys room) for a few days now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqWNEWURAlc/TwKFGOW4aFI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/YGgWbUjS_dE/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqWNEWURAlc/TwKFGOW4aFI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/YGgWbUjS_dE/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TC-kKuPy0Iw/TwKFG1HfwiI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DfYvDK0TxuY/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TC-kKuPy0Iw/TwKFG1HfwiI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DfYvDK0TxuY/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmO99fVGw94/TwKFHnmqWCI/AAAAAAAAB3o/sQj52fWlHNk/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmO99fVGw94/TwKFHnmqWCI/AAAAAAAAB3o/sQj52fWlHNk/s320/DSC_0181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x05HuYpu13o/TwKFISN-b7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/V33Co6U3YsY/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x05HuYpu13o/TwKFISN-b7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/V33Co6U3YsY/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scott got some smaller decals to match. We let Tayden decorate is closet door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOsMH-cGbFc/TwKFJG_uzfI/AAAAAAAAB34/c2WMZgeRYa4/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOsMH-cGbFc/TwKFJG_uzfI/AAAAAAAAB34/c2WMZgeRYa4/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we are renting we haven't really wanted to put too much on the walls, so this is perfect. It makes it feel like a cozy little boys' room now. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have attempted to take pictures of the new play room for a few days, but it is always a mess. The boys absolutely love playing in there, so its hard to clean it up with them around. Which is fine by me. That's the whole purpose of the room and its helped keep my house clean. Its a win/win for everyone. We didn't want to worry about T breaking the closet doors to get to his toys so we took them off to allow for easy access. We still need to hang curtains and do a few things to liven it up, but here are some pictures of the progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZra47E7DbM/TwKHK0L88dI/AAAAAAAAB4E/jxLM2YSIfJI/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZra47E7DbM/TwKHK0L88dI/AAAAAAAAB4E/jxLM2YSIfJI/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9-8EcI3S10/TwKHLlg0y7I/AAAAAAAAB4M/Aa7RowsqboU/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b9-8EcI3S10/TwKHLlg0y7I/AAAAAAAAB4M/Aa7RowsqboU/s320/DSC_0196.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGDShefKYFc/TwKHMQCtNeI/AAAAAAAAB4U/KxqkUFuC3V4/s1600/DSC_0207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGDShefKYFc/TwKHMQCtNeI/AAAAAAAAB4U/KxqkUFuC3V4/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is also the new home to Taydens art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkNmCxxEGMI/TwKHSQ9Op7I/AAAAAAAAB4c/AaAh4cc8dEg/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkNmCxxEGMI/TwKHSQ9Op7I/AAAAAAAAB4c/AaAh4cc8dEg/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a crazy few days trying to get everyone settled in their new space. But honestly, the boys have done fantastic. I think they feel a sense of security having each other in the same room while they sleep. Tayden has never been a good sleeper. He does alright, but usually comes in to get me at least once a night. With the big change, he's slept through the night two nights in a row. A big success for us. Beckett no longer cries as he goes to sleep, but just chats with Tayden for a few minutes and drifts off. It's been wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's weird, but something about them sharing a room melts my heart a little bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't put my finger on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-4354009421256242345?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4354009421256242345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4354009421256242345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4354009421256242345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4354009421256242345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2012/01/star-command.html' title='Star Command'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqWNEWURAlc/TwKFGOW4aFI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/YGgWbUjS_dE/s72-c/DSC_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8381775681283399200</id><published>2011-12-28T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:11:10.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Talker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I crawled into bed late last night. As I did Scott started shouting, "OH NO! OH NO! That is not good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked, "What Scott? What's not good"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If I can see them, its not good. Not good at all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a little more force and concern,"Whats not good Scott?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Almost hysterically, "The ants they are all over! All over on our bed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He went on about the ants in our bed for about 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked him how the ants got there and he told me, "That darn Santa was bringing those fancy worms!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even tell you how hard I was laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sure is amusing sleeping with a sleep talker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-8381775681283399200?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8381775681283399200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8381775681283399200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8381775681283399200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8381775681283399200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleep-talker.html' title='Sleep Talker'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-3435441235119989309</id><published>2011-12-25T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:17:03.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was awesome this year! Christmas eve we added some new traditions. We made reindeer food for Santas crew and got a new nativity book that we read as a family. And as always, we opened PJ's from Grandma Mennear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Cd6huWzeM/Tvf4lZtBnaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/NIEI_uEZvBg/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Cd6huWzeM/Tvf4lZtBnaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/NIEI_uEZvBg/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThNX-yLoIPU/Tvf41gIZAYI/AAAAAAAAB04/MaFzDYh54RA/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ThNX-yLoIPU/Tvf41gIZAYI/AAAAAAAAB04/MaFzDYh54RA/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Xja654n10/Tvf42Oe8S4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/T07zhJ78SVw/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9Xja654n10/Tvf42Oe8S4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/T07zhJ78SVw/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett showing off his new walking skills!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cT4ELyZNZXQ/Tvf42yMPxqI/AAAAAAAAB1I/qO3K_xu0MAk/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cT4ELyZNZXQ/Tvf42yMPxqI/AAAAAAAAB1I/qO3K_xu0MAk/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky5koDHXMts/Tvf43ly4TNI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/TIP_SH7l-ZI/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky5koDHXMts/Tvf43ly4TNI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/TIP_SH7l-ZI/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzlFFelEJE/Tvf44cJp0rI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/FUZaz6Jfp58/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRzlFFelEJE/Tvf44cJp0rI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/FUZaz6Jfp58/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that Christmas was on Sunday this year. I love the opportunity to go to church to worship and remember the true meaning of Christmas. It was great teaching opportunity for Tayden and I loved having the spirit with us the rest of the day. Also...my boys looked dang handsome in they Christmas outfits. (Thanks Aunt Ashley.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-trGe1RiBiAw/Tvf5xZWsphI/AAAAAAAAB1k/PLf_234plXM/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-trGe1RiBiAw/Tvf5xZWsphI/AAAAAAAAB1k/PLf_234plXM/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkYHkUj-3s0/Tvf5yGVDWiI/AAAAAAAAB1s/H5YkncxLHos/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkYHkUj-3s0/Tvf5yGVDWiI/AAAAAAAAB1s/H5YkncxLHos/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZT05u98KK8/Tvf5y0VSnGI/AAAAAAAAB10/TdVJlQ2n3V8/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZT05u98KK8/Tvf5y0VSnGI/AAAAAAAAB10/TdVJlQ2n3V8/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJke5U0v5AA/Tvf5zbOwlsI/AAAAAAAAB18/BE0OoCU4hR8/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJke5U0v5AA/Tvf5zbOwlsI/AAAAAAAAB18/BE0OoCU4hR8/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried our hand at a taking our own family picture. It turned out okay, but the flash didn't go off so they are kind of dark. We decided if you could take Tayden and I from the top picture and insert it in the bottom picture, it would have been perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After church, we changed our clothes and opened gifts. We had gifts from both sets of Grandparents to open as well as our own, so it seemed to take all day. We are lucky enough to have modern technology and had the chance to Skype with our parents as we opened gifts. The boys are so blessed to have so many people who love them. They had a blast. As did Scott and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrA-8hh0ADM/Tvf7COBGHgI/AAAAAAAAB2I/dTQC2hHCD-U/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrA-8hh0ADM/Tvf7COBGHgI/AAAAAAAAB2I/dTQC2hHCD-U/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbtN_SUu5ZM/Tvf7CghG-XI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/07ZqFa65fKw/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbtN_SUu5ZM/Tvf7CghG-XI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/07ZqFa65fKw/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In5lnEKLCwQ/Tvf7DYGVOZI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mPSpXWP7Qtg/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In5lnEKLCwQ/Tvf7DYGVOZI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mPSpXWP7Qtg/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Old Woody and New Woody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyVzH9UL58w/Tvf7D52EOeI/AAAAAAAAB2g/7hkL19DTrsY/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyVzH9UL58w/Tvf7D52EOeI/AAAAAAAAB2g/7hkL19DTrsY/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5UavmJOYVQ/Tvf7EQf9WMI/AAAAAAAAB2o/dTMoHgt4RJQ/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X5UavmJOYVQ/Tvf7EQf9WMI/AAAAAAAAB2o/dTMoHgt4RJQ/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dancing to Mom's new Glee CD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMBfTthJAgg/Tvf7FI-Qu7I/AAAAAAAAB2w/1mefVBykpsU/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMBfTthJAgg/Tvf7FI-Qu7I/AAAAAAAAB2w/1mefVBykpsU/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Buzz! I could not get Tadyen to put Buzz lower so I could see he face. He was memorized by his jet pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We cooked our first Christmas dinner together and it turned out great. We made ham, (and have about 8 lbs left over) rolls, mashed potatoes and corn. It was delicious. Beckett really enjoys mashed potatoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMkNExzhumE/Tvf8Z-eqyOI/AAAAAAAAB28/B7mYY5LUP-8/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMkNExzhumE/Tvf8Z-eqyOI/AAAAAAAAB28/B7mYY5LUP-8/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvkAqD89GKs/Tvf8ajkoDaI/AAAAAAAAB3E/6o3wk-OZlBQ/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvkAqD89GKs/Tvf8ajkoDaI/AAAAAAAAB3E/6o3wk-OZlBQ/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the rest of the evening cuddling in our new hoodie blankets and playing with all our cool new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mqW4PyTpxE/Tvf8bJCu3EI/AAAAAAAAB3M/QBZH0GoeEcI/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mqW4PyTpxE/Tvf8bJCu3EI/AAAAAAAAB3M/QBZH0GoeEcI/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a different being away from our parents this year, but it was so great sharing the day as a family. It was great having our boys around us, cooking together and spending the day with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for this time of year and all that it brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year is also bringing my mom and grandma! They are coming in tonight and are probably landing right about now. So, I'm signing off, heading to the airport to pick them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-3435441235119989309?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/3435441235119989309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=3435441235119989309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3435441235119989309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3435441235119989309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Cd6huWzeM/Tvf4lZtBnaI/AAAAAAAAB0w/NIEI_uEZvBg/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4097633424681334874</id><published>2011-12-23T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:49:31.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Your Toe Fall Off?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had the same set of Jamberry's on my toes now for about 6 weeks. (For those of you that don't know what Jamberry Nails are- They are an awesome nail shield/decal. Click &lt;a href="http://www.jamberrynails.net/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more info.) I decided it was time to switch it up and took them off this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden came in the bathroom a few minutes later. We were having a nice little chat when he says, "MOM! What HAPPENED to you?!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at him a little confused. "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The got the most disgusted/worried look on his face. He slowly looked down at my feet without moving his head... "Did your toe fall off?".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No buddy. I still have all my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for your concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4097633424681334874?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4097633424681334874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4097633424681334874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4097633424681334874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4097633424681334874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/did-your-toe-fall-off.html' title='Did Your Toe Fall Off?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7225737419866127083</id><published>2011-12-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:31:25.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Christmas Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week has been full of Christmas-y stuff! It's really getting me in the Christmas spirit and I'm starting to think Las Vegas isn't that horrible of a holiday place after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday Scott had his work party for the kids. The company provided TWO Santa's for the kiddies, along with lunch, cupcakes, a movie and a little game. Tayden was pumped to see Santa and sit on his lap. However, when it was showtime, he was a little hesitant. Beckett on the other hand went right to him and sat with him for a few minutes. The company usually takes pictures, so we didn't worry about taking our camera. But wouldn't you know it, this year they didn't take pictures. We snuck in a quick picture from Scotts phone and called it good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaKJ67Id224/TvAWB-NWVgI/AAAAAAAABzs/u7LXHqP2c5A/s1600/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaKJ67Id224/TvAWB-NWVgI/AAAAAAAABzs/u7LXHqP2c5A/s320/photo+%25288%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the work party, we headed off to our ward party. Tayden was so excited to see all his friends, as were his mom and dad. The evening was filled with great conversation, delicious food and zero pictures. But, one cute story. As the primary kids were getting on stage to sing their songs, I noticed a particular little blonde boy in a striped blue shirt sneaking his way up on stage too. I tried to grab him in time, but the Primary leaders assured me he was fine. So I let him go. Seeing him up there with all the big kids stung my heart a bit. He'll be 3 next month and up on that stage, legitimately, very soon. It was fun seeing him up there smiling and waving and trying to sing the songs with the big kids. Childhood just goes too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left the Christmas party and headed down the road to a live nativity the Church puts on every year. It was fantastic. The weather was a little chilly and Beckett got a little restless, but it was worth it. It was an amazing way to remember the true meaning of Christmas. It filled my soul with love and appreciation for the Savior. We weren't allowed to take any flash photography, so I stole a few pictures from the local newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.016_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.016_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.002_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.002_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.008_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.008_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.017_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2010/12/08/scaled.12082010_Web_Nativity.017_t653x653.JPG?345c8960c5484952b4411b83c62d17f0ae245bc0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This evening we headed out with some good friends, Adam and Melissa Turney, for more Christmas fun. We stopped at the Bellagio first to see the Christmas Gardens. They were AMAZING! Everything is made from organic things such as flowers or twigs. It is inspiring what people can do with nature. The pictures without people are pictures I took from the internet. My pictures simply did not do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.startle.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Bellagio-Christmas-Tree_CreditBellagio1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://blog.startle.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Bellagio-Christmas-Tree_CreditBellagio1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGVfvZuCPaY/Szsg6PBkyKI/AAAAAAAAQ5U/xautlm8C5hM/Vegas%20174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGVfvZuCPaY/Szsg6PBkyKI/AAAAAAAAQ5U/xautlm8C5hM/Vegas%20174.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6462249285_823a21bb59_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6462249285_823a21bb59_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqr__Gsek48/TvAaI_xPGpI/AAAAAAAABz0/myfqlrjuSZE/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqr__Gsek48/TvAaI_xPGpI/AAAAAAAABz0/myfqlrjuSZE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQxAMQnTXNc/TvAaM6BjmDI/AAAAAAAABz8/Y7MLFTPV59w/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQxAMQnTXNc/TvAaM6BjmDI/AAAAAAAABz8/Y7MLFTPV59w/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ZxQfvtyUI/TvAabAp383I/AAAAAAAAB0E/WCa6ClmVfMc/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5ZxQfvtyUI/TvAabAp383I/AAAAAAAAB0E/WCa6ClmVfMc/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhW9spL2yqw/TvAabsELSlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lWSQJcxkPx0/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhW9spL2yqw/TvAabsELSlI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lWSQJcxkPx0/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwGj6i5wCQ/TvAasXYnWtI/AAAAAAAAB0U/nHHHIhgLyjU/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwGj6i5wCQ/TvAasXYnWtI/AAAAAAAAB0U/nHHHIhgLyjU/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Taydens friend Hannah. He loves her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcr-rTg9vf0/TvAas-XWPOI/AAAAAAAAB0c/d4XDMTg68dU/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcr-rTg9vf0/TvAas-XWPOI/AAAAAAAAB0c/d4XDMTg68dU/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a quick stop at McDonalds we finished the night up at Ethels Chocolate Factory. They have a cactus patch that they decorate with Christmas lights. It was spectacular. And sticking with the theme, here are more pictures stolen from the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2011/11/15/scaled.EthelMLighting2011_t600x320.jpg?19504de521cfcd98fd7efdc23409f6b700ad11cb" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://photos.lasvegassun.com/media/img/photos/2011/11/15/scaled.EthelMLighting2011_t600x320.jpg?19504de521cfcd98fd7efdc23409f6b700ad11cb" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbD5--FhHTY/TPKxa3dEzfI/AAAAAAAABbM/egYWy5imkrs/s1600/EthelM-Catus-Lights-HOL2010_WEB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbD5--FhHTY/TPKxa3dEzfI/AAAAAAAABbM/egYWy5imkrs/s320/EthelM-Catus-Lights-HOL2010_WEB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/image_full_width/hash/ETHEL%20M'S%20CACTUS%20CHRISTMAS%20GARDEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.examiner.com/sites/default/files/styles/image_full_width/hash/ETHEL%20M'S%20CACTUS%20CHRISTMAS%20GARDEN.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Efu_SvxTR6g/TvAcEykrmkI/AAAAAAAAB0k/zxzTsPLCyBY/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Efu_SvxTR6g/TvAcEykrmkI/AAAAAAAAB0k/zxzTsPLCyBY/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great weekend/evening. It reminded me Christmas really is just around the corner...sometimes you just have look a little!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-7225737419866127083?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7225737419866127083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7225737419866127083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7225737419866127083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7225737419866127083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-festivities.html' title='Christmas Festivities'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaKJ67Id224/TvAWB-NWVgI/AAAAAAAABzs/u7LXHqP2c5A/s72-c/photo+%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4792154368079617234</id><published>2011-12-17T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:31:25.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Packard Family Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While we were in Idaho over Thanksgiving, the Packard's had family pictures. It was a pretty chilly day (especially for us that are used to Vegas weather) and Tayden kept asking to put his coat on. Despite the wind, and my dumb dog rolling in horse poo, I think they turned out fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkG0RPH1m4s/Tu14feXTAMI/AAAAAAAAByU/JmaPDZI1jhI/s1600/Packards_01_%25282%2529%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkG0RPH1m4s/Tu14feXTAMI/AAAAAAAAByU/JmaPDZI1jhI/s320/Packards_01_%25282%2529%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PX-mV1Yv_2s/Tu14japBucI/AAAAAAAAByc/whY5X9n02oE/s1600/Packards_02%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PX-mV1Yv_2s/Tu14japBucI/AAAAAAAAByc/whY5X9n02oE/s320/Packards_02%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyN8FwfezHM/Tu14yJJ8GjI/AAAAAAAABzc/MWLLdRicro8/s320/Packards_10%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JdZ1UEBgp0/Tu14zOzM5yI/AAAAAAAABzk/OylFVr89F2E/s1600/Packards_11%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JdZ1UEBgp0/Tu14zOzM5yI/AAAAAAAABzk/OylFVr89F2E/s320/Packards_11%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4792154368079617234?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4792154368079617234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4792154368079617234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4792154368079617234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4792154368079617234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/packard-family-photos.html' title='Packard Family Photos'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkG0RPH1m4s/Tu14feXTAMI/AAAAAAAAByU/JmaPDZI1jhI/s72-c/Packards_01_%25282%2529%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4891754694629948894</id><published>2011-12-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:56:12.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy Visits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister came to visit for a few days. She flew in late Sunday evening a left this morning. One of the first things I told her was to remind me to take pictures. I am horrible at taking pictures when guests come, so I told her she had to tell me everyday to take at least three pictures. She never told me. I have ZERO pictures to show for her trip. What a disappointment. However, the visit was super successful and ultra fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday consisted of a trip to Costco, a 2 1/2 nap and dinner at Sweet Tomatoes. Yummers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday we went to the Bellagio to check out the gardens and see the fountain show. Which turned out to be bust because they don't start until 3:00 and we were there at 1:00. Darn. We also headed to the Disney store where my sister spoiled the boys for Christmas. They are so lucky to have an aunt like her around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday was our lazy day. We hung around in our PJ's and watched Polar Express. Then, JoDell and I went to see the Lion King at Mandalay Bay. It was amazing. The costumes were outrages. I loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though her trip was short and we don't have any pictures, it was such a good time. It was the first time we have ever had 4 days to the just hang out as sisters. It was great to have her in our home. The boys loved having her here, probably as much as I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It came and went too fast, but I am grateful she made the trip. Even if it was really just to see the Lion King!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, sis!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4891754694629948894?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4891754694629948894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4891754694629948894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4891754694629948894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4891754694629948894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/sissy-visits.html' title='Sissy Visits!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5967838162748586735</id><published>2011-12-10T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:31:17.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Playing Eat Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other morning Tayden and Beckett were playing 'eat dinner'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Yes, Beckett got in the chair by himself. That is his favorite place in T's room.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm1j4zlIf5I/TuQ7YTMD7qI/AAAAAAAABx0/7t9IvjjDrKY/s1600/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm1j4zlIf5I/TuQ7YTMD7qI/AAAAAAAABx0/7t9IvjjDrKY/s320/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After I snapped a quick picture from my phone, it soon became photo shoot time. Tayden loves me to take pictures of him with my phone so he can look at them later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfkZh200Ejs/TuQ7cTuZ8HI/AAAAAAAABx8/JuC8qjyqdcY/s1600/photo_2%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NfkZh200Ejs/TuQ7cTuZ8HI/AAAAAAAABx8/JuC8qjyqdcY/s320/photo_2%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostly, I just love watching my boys play together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFCC6kXYzuA/TuQ7eN6BfeI/AAAAAAAAByE/e_uUUiQ3tTM/s1600/photo_3%255B2%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFCC6kXYzuA/TuQ7eN6BfeI/AAAAAAAAByE/e_uUUiQ3tTM/s320/photo_3%255B2%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDz90eKHRwg/TuQ7gL0a01I/AAAAAAAAByM/fZT8cpr7uRE/s1600/photo_4%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDz90eKHRwg/TuQ7gL0a01I/AAAAAAAAByM/fZT8cpr7uRE/s320/photo_4%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being their mom is fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-5967838162748586735?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5967838162748586735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5967838162748586735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5967838162748586735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5967838162748586735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/playing-eat-dinner.html' title='Playing Eat Dinner'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm1j4zlIf5I/TuQ7YTMD7qI/AAAAAAAABx0/7t9IvjjDrKY/s72-c/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-3775385228724653553</id><published>2011-12-05T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:31:37.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Oh Tannenbaum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Wednesday, I got out the Christmas decorations.You see, here in lovely Las Vegas, it just doesn't feel holiday-ish. I was on a holiday high in Idaho and coming back was a slap in the face. I figured if it didn't feel like Christmas outside, I was going to bring it in. After I put away the fall decor and decked the halls with wonderful winter stuff, it was time for my favorite part. The Christmas tree. I put it all up, plugged everything in and...2 branches lit up. The rest was dead. So, I wiggled a few branches which eventually turned into non stop shaking of the tree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott got home, and the electronic tech came out in him. He started doing stuff with the lights and wires and plugging and bypassing...and a whole other slew of things that don't make any sense to me, but to no avail. The tree was still not lit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset. I'd also be lying if I said I didn't cry. It was the last straw that broke the camels back. The chances of us getting home for Christmas are very slim this year. I was in dire needs for something to brighten my spirits, and thought for sure that my Christmas tree would do the trick. I needed that warming feeling you get as you sit in the dark staring at the glowing tree. That has always had a calming effect for me. Some of my most inspired thoughts of come in the light of the Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after my ever so patient husband listened to his sobbing wife, he left for scouts. I knew it was a silly thing to be so upset over, but was having a hard time convincing my heart. At 8:05, my knight in shining armor came marching through the door, new tree in tow. It brought tears to my eyes, good ones this time. He knew exactly what I needed and did it for me. I married a good man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uu77vyz96tA/Tt2q1zAbBUI/AAAAAAAABxs/mNwYp0PAlxE/s1600/DSC_0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uu77vyz96tA/Tt2q1zAbBUI/AAAAAAAABxs/mNwYp0PAlxE/s320/DSC_0913.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is starting to feel a lot like Christmas in our house. But every time I look at this tree, I see more then ever before. I see love and selflessness. I feel gratitude for the direction the Savior has taken my life. I know I am so blessed and am grateful for this time of year. It is hard to ponder on our life and not feel overwhelmed with&amp;nbsp;blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Scott.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You sure know how to make a girl smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-3775385228724653553?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/3775385228724653553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=3775385228724653553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3775385228724653553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3775385228724653553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-tannenbaum.html' title='Oh Tannenbaum'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uu77vyz96tA/Tt2q1zAbBUI/AAAAAAAABxs/mNwYp0PAlxE/s72-c/DSC_0913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7534888881033947619</id><published>2011-12-02T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:31:38.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Stocking Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been wanting to make stockings for some time. I instantly fell in love with this fabric when I saw it at JoAnnes. It was screaming my name, so I picked up enough for these lovely stockings...and some extras for any additions down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHl-xFOEutU/TtmulsrMzYI/AAAAAAAABxE/3G0Xn9VX5y8/s1600/DSC_0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHl-xFOEutU/TtmulsrMzYI/AAAAAAAABxE/3G0Xn9VX5y8/s320/DSC_0907.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm super pleased with the outcome, considering I didn't have a pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnVEz78x468/TtmumQNXtKI/AAAAAAAABxM/mKBkhDRrfv4/s1600/DSC_0908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnVEz78x468/TtmumQNXtKI/AAAAAAAABxM/mKBkhDRrfv4/s320/DSC_0908.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I printed the names onto the fabric from my printer. Yes, I made each font different on purpose. That way when we have more kids, I won't have to worry about trying to track down the same script.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN2NUgKi50E/Ttmum9i8ttI/AAAAAAAABxU/pcyhfbAn1Ss/s1600/DSC_0909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YN2NUgKi50E/Ttmum9i8ttI/AAAAAAAABxU/pcyhfbAn1Ss/s320/DSC_0909.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took a little more effort to piece the fabric together, but I am so glad I did it. These are definately stockings we'll be keeping for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYrnzsBoAck/Ttmun4ReJZI/AAAAAAAABxc/xppxEQRMDxY/s1600/DSC_0910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYrnzsBoAck/Ttmun4ReJZI/AAAAAAAABxc/xppxEQRMDxY/s320/DSC_0910.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you look closely, you can see the 'quilt stitching' I did on top. They totally look home made, but it just gives them more character, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxDeaKW-OJ4/TtmuoXawCCI/AAAAAAAABxk/zNybTRSozAo/s1600/DSC_0911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hxDeaKW-OJ4/TtmuoXawCCI/AAAAAAAABxk/zNybTRSozAo/s320/DSC_0911.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these so much, I think I'll keep them up all year long!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-7534888881033947619?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7534888881033947619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7534888881033947619&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7534888881033947619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7534888881033947619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/12/stocking-love.html' title='Stocking Love'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHl-xFOEutU/TtmulsrMzYI/AAAAAAAABxE/3G0Xn9VX5y8/s72-c/DSC_0907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6906494899339314555</id><published>2011-11-30T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:32:05.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wow! I'm finally back! We left for Thanksgiving break two weeks ago and just pulled back into Las Vegas yesterday. It was a nice long vacation packed full of fun. Which means this post will most likely be lengthy. The morning before we left there was a hot air balloon festival. We can normally see one or two big balloons on the weekend from Tayden's window, but that day we saw anywhere from 7-12 at once. It was awesome. It never gets old watching hot air balloons. One reason I love where we live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1XbOg1Pfg0/TtamR1PiWJI/AAAAAAAABvU/1Z9xU4JVYXo/s1600/DSC_0840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1XbOg1Pfg0/TtamR1PiWJI/AAAAAAAABvU/1Z9xU4JVYXo/s320/DSC_0840.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my way down from snapping a few pictures of the hot air balloons I saw Beckett causing trouble...again. Luckily, I had my camera in hand to document this busy little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhxMawvRyE/TtamSdxHn-I/AAAAAAAABvc/G-6E0icmlzI/s1600/DSC_0845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhxMawvRyE/TtamSdxHn-I/AAAAAAAABvc/G-6E0icmlzI/s320/DSC_0845.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The evening before we were getting ready to leave, our handsome Tayden got sick with the flu. He had a rough day and was really acting naughty so I put him to bed super early. He was complaining to me that his belly was itching so we went into the bathroom to lotion it up. As soon as I rubbed his belly he puked all over me, the rugs and his feet. Poor little guy got sick 7 more times within 3 hours. However, once he figured out that he was sick, not an itchy belly, he made it to the toilet every time. I was so impressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNr28Zi_JiI/TtamTRUYrII/AAAAAAAABvk/H7xEHLELjT0/s1600/DSC_0851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNr28Zi_JiI/TtamTRUYrII/AAAAAAAABvk/H7xEHLELjT0/s320/DSC_0851.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first few days of our vacation were big downers. My amazing grandpa had just passed away, so we were occupied with viewings and the funeral. I don't want to say too much in this post, he deserves one of his very own. However, I was so grateful we were able to be there surrounded by our eternal family. The gospel brings so much peace to me. I can't wait to see him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trip from Utah to Idaho was beautiful. I love the crisp blue skies against white mountains. It was breath taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXM2sxYL9qY/TtamUD1smYI/AAAAAAAABvs/V3SE9q0ltOU/s1600/DSC_0857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXM2sxYL9qY/TtamUD1smYI/AAAAAAAABvs/V3SE9q0ltOU/s320/DSC_0857.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we got home, we spent time just hanging out with family and friends. It was so great seeing everyone and being able to catch up. We went out to dinner and went on a legitimate no babies date. We also made it up to Idaho Falls to do a temple session, which was amazing. Other than that, nothing crazy exciting happened. We just soaked up every minute of being around family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nr-D81MH5mc/TtamUqC0VmI/AAAAAAAABv0/VPSTxjUpgqY/s1600/DSC_0865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nr-D81MH5mc/TtamUqC0VmI/AAAAAAAABv0/VPSTxjUpgqY/s320/DSC_0865.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom whipped up these adorable football hats for the boys in about a day. They both love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHskHdCrZ5U/TtamWpgVqRI/AAAAAAAABv8/qkYAlq1YXZA/s1600/DSC_0871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHskHdCrZ5U/TtamWpgVqRI/AAAAAAAABv8/qkYAlq1YXZA/s320/DSC_0871.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sf9e34TZW8/Ttam1siADJI/AAAAAAAABw8/dNCuX8WyCSo/s1600/DSC_0885.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Sf9e34TZW8/Ttam1siADJI/AAAAAAAABw8/dNCuX8WyCSo/s320/DSC_0885.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On our way home to LV, we stopped at Temple Square and checked out the lights. It was freezing cold, but we bundled up and headed out. I am so glad we did. The boys loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqzr_T-LVfY/TtamZBHwltI/AAAAAAAABwM/TDvoAJLhhYE/s1600/DSC_0889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqzr_T-LVfY/TtamZBHwltI/AAAAAAAABwM/TDvoAJLhhYE/s320/DSC_0889.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfsb9wqeSuQ/TtamafoXbaI/AAAAAAAABwU/WZRNDDnVZTs/s1600/DSC_0891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfsb9wqeSuQ/TtamafoXbaI/AAAAAAAABwU/WZRNDDnVZTs/s320/DSC_0891.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrJIXR5X52E/Ttambh9JOjI/AAAAAAAABwc/qm_y-3WmYpg/s1600/DSC_0899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrJIXR5X52E/Ttambh9JOjI/AAAAAAAABwc/qm_y-3WmYpg/s320/DSC_0899.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture holds the sweetest story. Tayden took a picture of Jesus from the tabernacle. When I asked him to smile and take a picture, he replied- "Wait. I want Jesus to stand by me." It was a beautiful teaching moment, as I thought to myself what it means to have the Savior stand by us and what we have to do to allow us that blessing. I have pondered on that the last few days and am overwhelmed with the emotion it has brought to me. Thank you sweet Tayden for that sweet simple reminder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPGPbP4y73w/TtamdKQNl8I/AAAAAAAABwk/XMCuBgJQnbo/s1600/DSC_0901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPGPbP4y73w/TtamdKQNl8I/AAAAAAAABwk/XMCuBgJQnbo/s320/DSC_0901.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving was great this year. I wish I would have blogged each individual day, as I am sure I am leaving some major details out. But what I want to remember about this trip is how grateful I am for family. I am grateful for their love and support and I am grateful for my own eternal family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-6906494899339314555?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6906494899339314555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6906494899339314555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6906494899339314555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6906494899339314555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1XbOg1Pfg0/TtamR1PiWJI/AAAAAAAABvU/1Z9xU4JVYXo/s72-c/DSC_0840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5669278153113511279</id><published>2011-11-22T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:25:20.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we are in Idaho on vacation. And yes, we are LOVING every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I decided to take a few minutes from my busy schedule of relaxing to post&amp;nbsp;about my&amp;nbsp;amazing husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Scott turns 28! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In honor of his 28 years, here are 28 lines to represent him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him more than words can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He always kisses me goodbye in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes some mean no-bake cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a huge example to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves sci-fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love watching him when he doesn't know I'm looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He opens my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cares about our kids safety more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has a built in compass. He can get us any where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that we get to spend eternity together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is in scouts, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is being patient as I am learning to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I scratch his back every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He always wins at rock, paper, scissors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can put my baby B to sleep almost as good as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so happy he is my boys dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can pinch with his toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the worlds best driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is always supportive of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm proud of his work ethic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes me laugh. All. The. Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes to honk the horn when I walk in front of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He cleans the bathroom for me every week. (I've never scrubbed a toilet since being married.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes to play football at the park with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hates cilantro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is a worthy priesthood holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm honored to call him mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Scott, I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2875014174865872742-5669278153113511279?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5669278153113511279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5669278153113511279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5669278153113511279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5669278153113511279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6231198281248623571</id><published>2011-11-13T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:01:34.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saturday morning we set out to find the promised wild burrows and view the scenic drive of the Red Rock Canyon. Who knew Vegas had such things to offer only 5 miles from our home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM6OIBobEjQ/TsCh_1dwSGI/AAAAAAAABvE/oqmYW0edNbg/s1600/DSC_0832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM6OIBobEjQ/TsCh_1dwSGI/AAAAAAAABvE/oqmYW0edNbg/s320/DSC_0832.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBOUzh7kgeA/TsCh-ULrfBI/AAAAAAAABu0/jRwMIarzPQA/s1600/DSC_0825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBOUzh7kgeA/TsCh-ULrfBI/AAAAAAAABu0/jRwMIarzPQA/s320/DSC_0825.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Can you find the chipmunk in this picture? Its on the top of the sage brush toward the left hand side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORmP2zjAeXM/TsCh_c7X8KI/AAAAAAAABu8/zr5hGn8SpHA/s1600/DSC_0829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORmP2zjAeXM/TsCh_c7X8KI/AAAAAAAABu8/zr5hGn8SpHA/s320/DSC_0829.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As we were driving the scenic route, I couldn't help but find a new beauty in my desert home. It is a different view then what I am used to back home, but I felt an overwhelming love for Gods creations. I was reminded of the variety of the earth that was made for us. I was reminded of Gods love for us. And I was reminded of His presence in our life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All to often I forget. I forget to read my scriptures or say my prayers. I forget to be the Daughter of God that I was meant to be at ALL times. I forget to trust in his perfect plan for us. I forget to offer continual gratitude for the life and blessings I have. As basic principles are forgotten we leave room to become complacent. We begin, better said, I begin to take for granted the wonderful things in my life. I lose focus of who I want to be and how to obtain that goal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, my mind has been consumed with thoughts of how my children see me. What am I portraying to them? I want nothing more in this life than for my children to see me as a God fearing women. I want them to know what I believe by the way I act. I want them to witness me praying, reading my scriptures, taking the sacrament, preparing lessons. I want to raise them in accordance to the will of the Lord and in a manner that would make him proud. He has trusted me with these two wonderful boys, his sons and I am determined to live up to my potential for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AM3mffwwe8/TsCh9iVz96I/AAAAAAAABus/WIkI1oE3QxE/s1600/DSC_0822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AM3mffwwe8/TsCh9iVz96I/AAAAAAAABus/WIkI1oE3QxE/s320/DSC_0822.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be a better wife to my husband. I want Scott to know, through my actions and deeds, that I love him with all my heart. I want to show him my support and adoration for him on a daily basis. Our kids need to see how much we love each other. I hope and pray through our interaction with each other that our children will set goals to have the kind of marriage we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9q5rcVsoD0/TsCiAgbZxvI/AAAAAAAABvM/IWh5GJsqlck/s1600/DSC_0836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9q5rcVsoD0/TsCiAgbZxvI/AAAAAAAABvM/IWh5GJsqlck/s320/DSC_0836.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love how we are reminded through the sweet spirit in the most gentle ways to get back on track. A simple thing such as looking at majestic red mountains, encouraged me to be better. It helped me recommit myself as a Daughter of God to be just that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that Heavenly Father is invested in each of our lives personally. He cares for us individually and has a plan for us. I am so grateful for his patience as I strive to become a better person. It is a life long goal and something that must be worked on daily. He never gives up on me when I forget, rather offers ways to help me remember. He is patient with our mortal beings. He is loving. He is kind. He is all knowing. That gives me so much comfort and peace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so blessed to have the knowledge of the gospel in my life. I am so grateful for it and the security it brings me. When trials are upon us and seem too hard to bear, he is there to buoy us up. He offers unconditional love. In him we find peace, truth and eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't think of anything better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-6231198281248623571?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6231198281248623571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6231198281248623571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6231198281248623571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6231198281248623571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/11/desert-beauty.html' title='Desert Beauty'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM6OIBobEjQ/TsCh_1dwSGI/AAAAAAAABvE/oqmYW0edNbg/s72-c/DSC_0832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7597819162163240741</id><published>2011-11-09T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:32:23.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>smorgasbord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know all the random pictures on your phone that don't really get a post of their own, but you want to share anyway? Well, mine found a home today in this smorgasbord post of pictures. Enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DM4bdKaBic/TrtcVZVh-GI/AAAAAAAABtE/xTb6hC43EOA/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DM4bdKaBic/TrtcVZVh-GI/AAAAAAAABtE/xTb6hC43EOA/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flash dance in football unders and fast shoes. Oh yeah, that's how we roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXpesFVYiQs/TrtcyKPaXCI/AAAAAAAABtk/pzJUTDQ2BZM/s1600/photo+1+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXpesFVYiQs/TrtcyKPaXCI/AAAAAAAABtk/pzJUTDQ2BZM/s320/photo+1+%25287%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm speechless about this picture really, but who doesn't love a chubby baby in a hoody and cowboy hat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XFdxk0C2e0/Trtc8ItNFYI/AAAAAAAABt0/IQxlpIxbfxY/s1600/photo+1+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2XFdxk0C2e0/Trtc8ItNFYI/AAAAAAAABt0/IQxlpIxbfxY/s320/photo+1+%25289%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;art for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSvl4Nxo_Vs/TrtdAz4X7jI/AAAAAAAABt8/4YWSKcrXNmU/s1600/photo+1+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSvl4Nxo_Vs/TrtdAz4X7jI/AAAAAAAABt8/4YWSKcrXNmU/s320/photo+1+%252810%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walking home from the park.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3hOTyw85eA/TrtdFRN_JtI/AAAAAAAABuE/aoS4QsklMMg/s1600/photo+2+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3hOTyw85eA/TrtdFRN_JtI/AAAAAAAABuE/aoS4QsklMMg/s320/photo+2+%25289%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sound asleep cowboy. We laughed so hard, this NEVER happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPV-yhPS1ck/TrtdIBdYv7I/AAAAAAAABuM/HHwSnr0I3iA/s1600/photo+3+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPV-yhPS1ck/TrtdIBdYv7I/AAAAAAAABuM/HHwSnr0I3iA/s320/photo+3+%25285%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our bronco loving cowboy on game day morning. And one HOT mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ZZbD_lSJo/TrtdMfKtiOI/AAAAAAAABuU/W7WDZut_foI/s1600/photo+3+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ZZbD_lSJo/TrtdMfKtiOI/AAAAAAAABuU/W7WDZut_foI/s320/photo+3+%25287%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special nap time in mommys bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehfPLFFcWaM/TrtdPZiXQNI/AAAAAAAABuc/vpWfxi6egNw/s1600/photo+4+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehfPLFFcWaM/TrtdPZiXQNI/AAAAAAAABuc/vpWfxi6egNw/s320/photo+4+%25285%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An evening stroll in Vegas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8_UmUJwcB4/TrtdT485vBI/AAAAAAAABuk/v4rtnw7QsZI/s1600/photo+5+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8_UmUJwcB4/TrtdT485vBI/AAAAAAAABuk/v4rtnw7QsZI/s320/photo+5+%25283%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just brothers hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-7597819162163240741?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7597819162163240741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7597819162163240741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7597819162163240741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7597819162163240741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/11/smorgasbord.html' title='smorgasbord'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DM4bdKaBic/TrtcVZVh-GI/AAAAAAAABtE/xTb6hC43EOA/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4586191318307257898</id><published>2011-11-06T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:32:35.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>BSU v. UNLV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had visitors this weekend. Scotts mom, two sisters and brother in law made a flying trip down to go to the BSU v. UNLV football game. They got here Friday afternoon and left early Sunday morning. Even though the trip was short, I loved every minute of having them here. It is so wonderful having family in our home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just hung out at the house Friday afternoon and went out for some delicious frozen custard in the evening. Jeff, Sharlee and Ashley headed down to the strip Saturday morning, while I took Cheryl and the boys to the store and library. Scott was lucky enough to spend the morning in class on campus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the game, we went to Jasons Deli for a quick bite to eat. It was there I discovered my newest gift..ice cream cone making. Ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXw7IXkgMyE/Trdv_zsC70I/AAAAAAAABn0/G5DrcFS-ToA/s1600/photo+2+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXw7IXkgMyE/Trdv_zsC70I/AAAAAAAABn0/G5DrcFS-ToA/s320/photo+2+%25287%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dressed in our broncos best and braved the chilly Nevada night. It was the coldest night since we've been here, but with doubled sweatshirts and blankets we survived. Boise had a rough first half, but the second half was full of touchdowns. I love outdoor football. It just screams fall. It was the most 'fallish' I have felt all year. I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time family leaves, I find my camera in the closet unused. I make a goal to take more pictures next time, but never ever do. Luckily, Scott snapped a few pictures with his phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my new goal: TONS of pictures during Thanksgiving break. (which just so happens to be in less than 2 weeks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--63-vHFNOOY/TrdwBqBCYCI/AAAAAAAABn8/LCdUdFFCmZA/s1600/photo+4+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--63-vHFNOOY/TrdwBqBCYCI/AAAAAAAABn8/LCdUdFFCmZA/s320/photo+4+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIfd77W-Ewg/TrdwLBKsYpI/AAAAAAAABoM/JT_N64qnW-o/s1600/photo+5+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIfd77W-Ewg/TrdwLBKsYpI/AAAAAAAABoM/JT_N64qnW-o/s320/photo+5+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beckett slept through the second half. The game didn't start until 7:30, which is his beditme, so we were pleased he stayed up so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqnBvJiTj5Y/TrdwaNQK-XI/AAAAAAAABoU/IaxYyfbCXWU/s1600/photo+3+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqnBvJiTj5Y/TrdwaNQK-XI/AAAAAAAABoU/IaxYyfbCXWU/s320/photo+3+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a blast. Our visitors came and went way too fast, but we loved it. I am so grateful to have such wonderful families that are willing to come and stay with us. It helps me keep my sanity and feel in touch with everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again guys. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, just 2 short weeks until its our turn to go home! Yipee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4586191318307257898?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4586191318307257898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4586191318307257898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4586191318307257898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4586191318307257898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/11/bsu-v-unlv.html' title='BSU v. UNLV'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXw7IXkgMyE/Trdv_zsC70I/AAAAAAAABn0/G5DrcFS-ToA/s72-c/photo+2+%25287%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1440632089103471925</id><published>2011-11-01T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:55:25.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>HallowsEve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some of you may know this, but I suffer from a minor case of self diagnosed OCD. I like things a specific way and am very schedule and timing oriented. I have been waiting to post about Halloween until we get the picture of our family back from the Photo Booth at the church, but I don't know when we will be getting it. I have other things I want to blog about, but can't until Halloween is done. That is just how I function. So, I am coming to terms with the fact that in few days/weeks there will be a random Halloween picture of my family at the church on Halloween. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, I guess life will go on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With that said and out of the way-HALLOWEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden was so excited to be Buzz. We borrowed it from a friend down here and Tayden was in heaven. He wore it the whole day of the trunk of treat. He LOVED being Buzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXd1Ayqlu7g/TrC5od5M3CI/AAAAAAAABnE/ICYbLAHqD8M/s1600/DSC_0772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXd1Ayqlu7g/TrC5od5M3CI/AAAAAAAABnE/ICYbLAHqD8M/s320/DSC_0772.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xce4qArTskY/TrC5ppfqPAI/AAAAAAAABnM/I7bnb1B7cD8/s1600/DSC_0779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xce4qArTskY/TrC5ppfqPAI/AAAAAAAABnM/I7bnb1B7cD8/s320/DSC_0779.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett made the cutest Boise State basketball player you have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BASCO22DH0/TrC5qjL7v1I/AAAAAAAABnU/Hf3Yz0-owHQ/s1600/DSC_0788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BASCO22DH0/TrC5qjL7v1I/AAAAAAAABnU/Hf3Yz0-owHQ/s320/DSC_0788.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These boys just love each other. Seriously, LOVE each other. Makes me heart melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gACm_urvzSU/TrC5r6WoF4I/AAAAAAAABnc/vajEC8BlKD4/s1600/DSC_0793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gACm_urvzSU/TrC5r6WoF4I/AAAAAAAABnc/vajEC8BlKD4/s320/DSC_0793.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQL3mauWnSs/TrC5tZMLR3I/AAAAAAAABnk/9ay4O1pFOoE/s1600/DSC_0800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQL3mauWnSs/TrC5tZMLR3I/AAAAAAAABnk/9ay4O1pFOoE/s320/DSC_0800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we were loading the boys up to go to the church, Tayden started yelling, "Broncos outfit!" Over and over. He wanted to wear his outfit like brothers. So we dashed upstairs, changed him real quick and snapped a quick picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R67at602hU/TrC5usaudHI/AAAAAAAABns/vSYRWlzp6o8/s1600/DSC_0806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4R67at602hU/TrC5usaudHI/AAAAAAAABns/vSYRWlzp6o8/s320/DSC_0806.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got in the car, he said, "Ready to go to the game, mom." We are heading to the Boise vs. Nevada game next week, and this little football fan has been so excited. He was confused and thought we were going to the game. I explained it was Halloween and we were going trunk or treating at the church. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, &amp;nbsp;"Okay Mom."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had a blast trunk or treating. The minute we got home he ripped off his BSU outfit and changed into Buzz again. I don't think he totally grasped the idea of Halloween. But he loved dressing and up and loved saying trick or treat and getting candy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went around our neighborhood last night and he made out like a bandit. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Halloween is out of the way, on to the real Holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY, oh so HAPPY November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-1440632089103471925?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1440632089103471925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1440632089103471925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1440632089103471925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1440632089103471925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/11/hallowseve.html' title='HallowsEve'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXd1Ayqlu7g/TrC5od5M3CI/AAAAAAAABnE/ICYbLAHqD8M/s72-c/DSC_0772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8871985966927505609</id><published>2011-10-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:51:26.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wM8OtevcdNA/TqeG2jldfgI/AAAAAAAABm8/ZguCCzuahLw/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wM8OtevcdNA/TqeG2jldfgI/AAAAAAAABm8/ZguCCzuahLw/s320/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby Beckett is 9 months old, yesterday. I can't believe how fast time has gone and find it even harder to believe that in 3 months he will be a year! This little boy bring so much happiness to our lives. At 9 months Beckett Sean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Is a super duper fast crawling machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Gets into everything. The cupboards, the fridge, the toilet, the pantry,...etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Has the best laugh ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Is going through a MAJOR mommy stage. I cannot leave the room without him breaking down....every!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Loves whatever toys Tayden is playing with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Climbs up the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Has learned to go down the stairs...very slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*A huge flirt and ham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Loves attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Is sleeping through the night, for the most part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Eats like a champ and loves finger foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Weights 22 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Has 4 teeth. 2 on top and 2 on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Knows his name, as well as Taydens and Tanners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Knows mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Learning to clap his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Moves your hand or anything else that is in his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Cruises around all the furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Is so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am thankful everyday for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-8871985966927505609?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8871985966927505609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8871985966927505609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8871985966927505609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8871985966927505609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wM8OtevcdNA/TqeG2jldfgI/AAAAAAAABm8/ZguCCzuahLw/s72-c/photo+%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4003322269364718787</id><published>2011-10-19T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:51:31.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preface: This morning the boys and I went to the park. We came home and changed clothes because 1.) Tayden was hot from all that playing and wanted to take his pants off and 2.) Beckett doesn't nap as well in clothes with zippers, buttons, or anything like that. 3.) Lets be honest, I hate wearing jeans at home. We are usually in gym shorts or yoga pants. So, we changed into our at home play clothes for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later that evening, Scott and I were getting ready to head to the store. I asked Scott to get Tayden dressed and told him his clothes were on the bed. I died laughing when he came out looking like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Tuj62pMgg/Tp-q9I4ajUI/AAAAAAAABms/867j5TL1Zyw/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Tuj62pMgg/Tp-q9I4ajUI/AAAAAAAABms/867j5TL1Zyw/s320/DSC_0760.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scott had got Tayden and Becketts clothes mixed up. It reminded me of the same little boy were the exact same outfit two years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDXlL9SYQho/S1ffbaUogOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ctcHCL7-3lE/s1600/DSC_0550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDXlL9SYQho/S1ffbaUogOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ctcHCL7-3lE/s320/DSC_0550.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And would you take a look at this handsome little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RQwrgJWHJY/Tp-q_WzSbxI/AAAAAAAABm0/ll-pOuMQXF8/s1600/DSC_0762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7RQwrgJWHJY/Tp-q_WzSbxI/AAAAAAAABm0/ll-pOuMQXF8/s320/DSC_0762.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4003322269364718787?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4003322269364718787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4003322269364718787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4003322269364718787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4003322269364718787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Tuj62pMgg/Tp-q9I4ajUI/AAAAAAAABms/867j5TL1Zyw/s72-c/DSC_0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-3898194437192069354</id><published>2011-10-17T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:56:40.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We experienced our first Las Vegas pumpkin patch trip tonight. Its loads different than back home. First off, its just wrong picking out pumpkins in shorts and tee shirts. Secondly, the pumpkins patches are actually little carnival attractions. Petting zoo, blow up slides, rides and games included. They are set up on the corner of busy streets, just like Christmas trees in Idaho. It was a new experience, but we enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxI6lhf--gw/Tp0OXwrgK2I/AAAAAAAABlc/flOL5rV2Qr0/s1600/DSC_0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxI6lhf--gw/Tp0OXwrgK2I/AAAAAAAABlc/flOL5rV2Qr0/s320/DSC_0717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden couldn't wait to go down the big slide. He wouldn't even look at the camera for a second. He was just staring at it in excitement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVPaAlTPZTE/Tp0OddDU55I/AAAAAAAABlk/dSjtrKTrOOY/s1600/DSC_0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVPaAlTPZTE/Tp0OddDU55I/AAAAAAAABlk/dSjtrKTrOOY/s320/DSC_0719.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The petting zoo was pretty much goats and rabbits with a few chicks and ducks. I was so proud of T, he pet all the animals. He used to be pretty cautious around animals, but tonight he was so brave and touched all the animals. He actually LOVED them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4M1roZByJcc/Tp0OeaWZmGI/AAAAAAAABls/zMOFxNoySLo/s1600/DSC_0723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4M1roZByJcc/Tp0OeaWZmGI/AAAAAAAABls/zMOFxNoySLo/s320/DSC_0723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YetLTJgMaEg/Tp0Ofcj6z1I/AAAAAAAABl0/HlcSJIy1PhU/s1600/DSC_0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YetLTJgMaEg/Tp0Ofcj6z1I/AAAAAAAABl0/HlcSJIy1PhU/s320/DSC_0727.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor baby Beckett slept through the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ae7M1tLwqug/Tp0Og2x6LqI/AAAAAAAABl8/NXjQVYJwT2A/s1600/DSC_0731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ae7M1tLwqug/Tp0Og2x6LqI/AAAAAAAABl8/NXjQVYJwT2A/s320/DSC_0731.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9erXxfd3cmI/Tp0OidI_j_I/AAAAAAAABmE/1bGzK7u1Co0/s1600/DSC_0733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9erXxfd3cmI/Tp0OidI_j_I/AAAAAAAABmE/1bGzK7u1Co0/s320/DSC_0733.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our strong little man loves bouncy house toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5agd9rNtrc/Tp0Oj0P4V9I/AAAAAAAABmM/VMvawttJb34/s1600/DSC_0745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5agd9rNtrc/Tp0Oj0P4V9I/AAAAAAAABmM/VMvawttJb34/s320/DSC_0745.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B woke up about 3 seconds before we left. He REALLY hates his car seat, so I was not about to take him out for a picture. So he stayed in a gave us a few smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbro5lHKAUg/Tp0OmHpVBUI/AAAAAAAABmU/tXUCCbp2lq4/s1600/DSC_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbro5lHKAUg/Tp0OmHpVBUI/AAAAAAAABmU/tXUCCbp2lq4/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was practically impossible to get Tayden to look at the camera with all the commotion going around him. This was the best I could get with the boys before Beckett started throwing a fit. Notice the sweet dolphin Tayden won at a carnival game? Yep, he loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_d2BsmbR0k/Tp0OoLnvOnI/AAAAAAAABmc/w7gXXJOj5I4/s1600/DSC_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_d2BsmbR0k/Tp0OoLnvOnI/AAAAAAAABmc/w7gXXJOj5I4/s320/DSC_0749.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one last picture. Becketts top teeth. I told you the gap was nice and wide. I hate car seat pictures because it pushes Becketts head forward and makes him look so fat. Okay, maybe its not the car seat. Maybe its just the 22 lbs of big baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOj4eM7bXe0/Tp0OpRNWq5I/AAAAAAAABmk/wW5INex-iZ0/s1600/DSC_0752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOj4eM7bXe0/Tp0OpRNWq5I/AAAAAAAABmk/wW5INex-iZ0/s320/DSC_0752.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy (not so much in Vegas) Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-3898194437192069354?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/3898194437192069354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=3898194437192069354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3898194437192069354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3898194437192069354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxI6lhf--gw/Tp0OXwrgK2I/AAAAAAAABlc/flOL5rV2Qr0/s72-c/DSC_0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5240003776680216734</id><published>2011-10-16T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:56:29.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Updater....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I don't have any major theme to blog about tonight, just a random mess of iphone pictures and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the hubster. Scott is still waiting clearance for work. Basically, that means he sits in a ware house all day and cruises around on the internet and watches movies for 10 hours a day. Its actually extremely boring and he hates most days. However, its a paycheck so we don't complain too much. He is head of the scouts and is the home teacher supervisor. He stays busy with work, church and his ever needy wife-but some how he makes it all work. I think its because he is superman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for superman's wife. Not so super. Its been a rough week. First off, I caught pink eye. Awesome? Not really. My eye was pretty swollen for a good share of the week and I had a massive head ache for a few days. I didn't get much done around the house. Actually, I don't think I did anything. I had no idea pink eye could be so depressing and dehabilitating. It was frustrating and awful. It was an inviation for more than one pity party. And trust me, you don't want to hear the details. However...good things happened this week too. Two good things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1-My two year old Tayden. This is the good stuff. The updates you really want to read. T has been obsessed with Blues Clues lately. Seriously, obsessed. He knows all the songs, acts them out and even has a 'handy book' he writes all his clues in. Its the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;This little stinker is also growing up right before my very eyes. His personality, his mannerism, his conversation, his attitude-everything points to a little boy, rather than a toddler. I can't get over him. I asked him the other day if he would go get my purple sandals. He was taking a few minutes longer than I had anticipated so I asked him if he found them and he replied, "Wellllll, I found one purple sandal" and came out of the closet twirling it on his finger. It was such a small, quick moment- but it made me realize how quickly he is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;He took the sacrament indepently today and was so proud of himself. He says prayers and loves nursery. He is always so quick to say sorry, thank you, or I love you. He is the best big brother and constantly showers Beckett with hugs and kisses. I am learning so much from him. I want to be more like Tayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny pictures. First picture is of our extra Christmas tree lights. He found them in my dresser the other morning and started to play with them. I explained to him what they were for and that they were not to play with. (This kid is an angel as long as he gets an explanation he understands.) He said, "Okay mom" and went &amp;nbsp;on his way. Later that day, I ran my fingers along the gate at the top of the stairs and found the rest of the lights stuck in the little holes. I giggled and he came to see what I was laughing at. As soon as he saw them, he busted up laughing and told me, "I DID THAT!". I don't know why he thought it was so funny, but we shared a good few minutes of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYpYNiabkfc/Tputihx3yfI/AAAAAAAABkc/cx8nNm7s-eE/s1600/photo+1+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYpYNiabkfc/Tputihx3yfI/AAAAAAAABkc/cx8nNm7s-eE/s320/photo+1+%25286%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Taydens response to me as I told him it was time to go home from the park. He seriously thought I couldn't see him. There is a row of bushes about 4 feet in front of him and a foot behind him. Good hiding buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElrVsyc-bEQ/TputymBrQtI/AAAAAAAABks/35se5GRkYzg/s1600/photo+2+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElrVsyc-bEQ/TputymBrQtI/AAAAAAAABks/35se5GRkYzg/s320/photo+2+%25286%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are just some funny pictures of my boys in their Boise shirts. I tried to get a cute picture of them smiling together, but that just didn't happen this go around. I love Becketts hand on Taydens knee. These two love love love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7EzTD3Nbew8/TputotvZhaI/AAAAAAAABkk/51ZQkS96eG0/s1600/photo+4+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7EzTD3Nbew8/TputotvZhaI/AAAAAAAABkk/51ZQkS96eG0/s320/photo+4+%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one is just a classic funny Tayden face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NT4TXvUoj5U/Tpu7k8q2gPI/AAAAAAAABlE/ewxlwMatFV0/s1600/photo+3+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NT4TXvUoj5U/Tpu7k8q2gPI/AAAAAAAABlE/ewxlwMatFV0/s320/photo+3+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;R.I.P Buzz. Tayden lost him the other day. He fell out of the fire truck T was pulling around. This little boys heart was so completely broken. He wrapped up in his blanket, laid his head on his dads shoulder and sobbed. Saddest thing ever. I broke down and bought him a new one. I vowed I would never do something like that, but the things you do for your kids. I would have done anything at that point to make his heart quit hurting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2-Beckett boy. Beckett is all over the place. We are chasing him around the house all day, pulling stuff out of his mouth, prying things from those little hands...you name it, we have to do it. He is still the happiest boy on the block and is sleeping through the night again. Hallelujah! B has two teeth on top and two teeth on bottom. He has a nice gap in the top two, just like Tayden had...if not a little worse. His hair is still red and we can't take him anywhere without people stopping to look at the cute baby. Beckett loves to talk and yell and scream and laugh and make noise of any sort. Which is fine. Loud, but fine. And boy oh boy, does he love to eat. He's a social eater and has to have finger foods on his plate while we eat dinner. Regardless of if he is hungry or not. He is cruising all over the furniture and walks with his little walker toy. I left him in his room for a minute today and came back in to find him sitting on a box of diapers. He was just chilling, chewing on a prescription for diaper rash. Guess I didn't put it up high enough. It was on the Tupperware behind him, but it looks as though that's not going to work anymore. I have a hard time getting mad at "crocodile", as Tayden likes to call him (We play jungle alot, and B always gets the role of the crocodile.) or telling him no. Pretty sure its those big blue eyes and irresistible dimples! I can't imagine our life without him. He is the perfect addition to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWx6C4swJic/Tput8iSCswI/AAAAAAAABk8/4sMZU9vGUL8/s1600/photo+5+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWx6C4swJic/Tput8iSCswI/AAAAAAAABk8/4sMZU9vGUL8/s320/photo+5+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there you have it. A post full of random pictures and updates. Maybe something exciting this week will happen. I'll keep you posted!&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/2875014174865872742-5240003776680216734?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5240003776680216734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5240003776680216734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5240003776680216734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5240003776680216734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/updater.html' title='Updater....'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYpYNiabkfc/Tputihx3yfI/AAAAAAAABkc/cx8nNm7s-eE/s72-c/photo+1+%25286%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7602326446324847655</id><published>2011-10-11T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:56:53.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>When the cat's away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...the mouse will play. That's the phrase right? Well, Beckett sure believes it. I think I was out of the room for 15 seconds and he managed to unload my whole pots and pans cabinet, minus one lid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIHYhLgFyGA/TpUjnxpgTeI/AAAAAAAABj0/d3gJn1diUPs/s1600/DSC_0694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIHYhLgFyGA/TpUjnxpgTeI/AAAAAAAABj0/d3gJn1diUPs/s320/DSC_0694.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evdahonGxDY/TpUjqiODQRI/AAAAAAAABj8/FJCSr2HV4Bs/s1600/DSC_0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evdahonGxDY/TpUjqiODQRI/AAAAAAAABj8/FJCSr2HV4Bs/s320/DSC_0695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there's this. Again, gone for .13 seconds and he is under the sink the in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. To say this little boy is busy is a huge understatement. He keeps me running. ALL. DAY. LONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0PCC8V6lr4/TpUkAQIR5BI/AAAAAAAABkM/Kt6a27KGR-0/s1600/photo+2+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0PCC8V6lr4/TpUkAQIR5BI/AAAAAAAABkM/Kt6a27KGR-0/s320/photo+2+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHyCkS5BMQ8/TpUkDBC9hzI/AAAAAAAABkU/lQAbgvV9b08/s1600/photo+3+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHyCkS5BMQ8/TpUkDBC9hzI/AAAAAAAABkU/lQAbgvV9b08/s320/photo+3+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a picture for the road. Taydens exact words, "C'mon guys, lets go take a nap!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsLYS7evSmM/TpUj5GwwLFI/AAAAAAAABkE/3HEQjdgsVBU/s1600/photo+1+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsLYS7evSmM/TpUj5GwwLFI/AAAAAAAABkE/3HEQjdgsVBU/s320/photo+1+%25285%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute kid also got a hair cut tonight. Pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-7602326446324847655?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7602326446324847655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7602326446324847655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7602326446324847655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7602326446324847655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-cats-away.html' title='When the cat&apos;s away....'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIHYhLgFyGA/TpUjnxpgTeI/AAAAAAAABj0/d3gJn1diUPs/s72-c/DSC_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7580478769253980478</id><published>2011-10-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:33:28.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Nineteen Eighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, we had a surprise birthday party for a friend in the ward. The theme: 1980's. We had a totally rad time dressing up and hanging out with our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scotts picture really doesn't do him justice. The shirt was awesome and &amp;nbsp;believe me you...the pants had some pretty sweet pleats. Also, the fanny pack-priceless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8Fo9KGoxiQ/To_c1MFnKOI/AAAAAAAABi4/BA-Y6nHZ9pM/s1600/DSC_0696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8Fo9KGoxiQ/To_c1MFnKOI/AAAAAAAABi4/BA-Y6nHZ9pM/s320/DSC_0696.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet '80's get up. Short of my all my jewelry. Its hard to wear necklaces and bracelets and things of that sort with an 8 month old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwIU4iiRqe0/To_c22zVgyI/AAAAAAAABi8/7uShVausaNw/s1600/DSC_0699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwIU4iiRqe0/To_c22zVgyI/AAAAAAAABi8/7uShVausaNw/s320/DSC_0699.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the best we could do for our boys. Pathetic, I know. But they are so cute anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6aD0eBtV6M/To_c6E7c-kI/AAAAAAAABjE/ti7GLcaSUIU/s1600/DSC_0707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u6aD0eBtV6M/To_c6E7c-kI/AAAAAAAABjE/ti7GLcaSUIU/s320/DSC_0707.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See those two teeth? He has two on top too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uTD63u9QnE/To_c8K0kvaI/AAAAAAAABjI/A-YnaXwHyn0/s1600/DSC_0710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uTD63u9QnE/To_c8K0kvaI/AAAAAAAABjI/A-YnaXwHyn0/s320/DSC_0710.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tayden was really into posing tonight. I dunno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nA06D3Li1ag/To_eQeMoTOI/AAAAAAAABjw/1dC_JAXsPdw/s1600/DSC_0712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nA06D3Li1ag/To_eQeMoTOI/AAAAAAAABjw/1dC_JAXsPdw/s320/DSC_0712.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I doubt he could get any sweeter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkarBZXaSXU/To_d5F9B7GI/AAAAAAAABjk/RX4fJEJy5yo/s1600/DSC_0702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkarBZXaSXU/To_d5F9B7GI/AAAAAAAABjk/RX4fJEJy5yo/s320/DSC_0702.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not going to lie, I really enjoyed dressing up. Didn't so much enjoy the funny looks as I was picking up the pizza for the party. I guess that's what happens when you lose at Rock. Paper. Scissors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, such is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was pretty fabulous time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-7580478769253980478?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7580478769253980478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7580478769253980478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7580478769253980478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7580478769253980478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/tonight-we-had-surprise-birthday-party.html' title='Nineteen Eighty'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8Fo9KGoxiQ/To_c1MFnKOI/AAAAAAAABi4/BA-Y6nHZ9pM/s72-c/DSC_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6945720016019435486</id><published>2011-10-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:02:21.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Mennears come to Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mom and Dad Mennear came to visit last week. It was so awesome having them here, but I realized one thing about myself. I am horrible at taking pictures while visitors come. I'm just too busy enjoying my guests. Good thing my husband whipped out his phone a couple times to catch a few pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While they were here, we spent some time down at the strip. I have basically refused to go downtown with Scott, but gave into the pressure this week. I'll tell you the truth...it was kind of fun. I actually enjoyed myself more than I thought I would. We went to see the water show at the Bellagio. To say Tayden enjoyed it- just isn't enough. His eyes lit up with excitement and awe. Every time the water would shoot from the ground, "OOOO" would escape his mouth and then he would quickly cover it up with both hands and laugh and laugh. It was the sweetest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also took my parents to Bass Pro Shop to look around and see the big aquarium at the Silverton. Afterwards we went out for ice cream. Best ice cream, frozen custard actually, that I have ever had. Yum. If anyone wants to come down, I'll treat you to some frozen deliciousness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved having my parents here. I wish I was able to see them more often, but was very grateful that they were able to come. Thanks Mom and Dad. Love you so so so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQXZUEg1oVc/To0wIJrvORI/AAAAAAAABh0/wZAtyxVgr0g/s1600/1000000200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQXZUEg1oVc/To0wIJrvORI/AAAAAAAABh0/wZAtyxVgr0g/s320/1000000200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTzX2tTKTMI/To0wK5xyAMI/AAAAAAAABh4/53zZEPnfCfs/s1600/1000000201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTzX2tTKTMI/To0wK5xyAMI/AAAAAAAABh4/53zZEPnfCfs/s320/1000000201.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIJEL25tWno/To0wNOvNF8I/AAAAAAAABh8/-UA1bHs57hk/s1600/1000000202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIJEL25tWno/To0wNOvNF8I/AAAAAAAABh8/-UA1bHs57hk/s320/1000000202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auVb4M98wcM/To0wPiM54hI/AAAAAAAABiA/TE-zsy0yufQ/s1600/1000000204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-auVb4M98wcM/To0wPiM54hI/AAAAAAAABiA/TE-zsy0yufQ/s320/1000000204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NN3g3D0PhB4/To0wYfR9tjI/AAAAAAAABiE/tUiJUG7TbI4/s1600/1000000206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NN3g3D0PhB4/To0wYfR9tjI/AAAAAAAABiE/tUiJUG7TbI4/s320/1000000206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7iA5EM729Y/To0wa6C7iqI/AAAAAAAABiI/XCmGrNBMGxo/s1600/1000000205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7iA5EM729Y/To0wa6C7iqI/AAAAAAAABiI/XCmGrNBMGxo/s320/1000000205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Cdl3dnOIo/To00X9soLdI/AAAAAAAABiM/VFd_Z3i5Dl4/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0Cdl3dnOIo/To00X9soLdI/AAAAAAAABiM/VFd_Z3i5Dl4/s320/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. How can we forget. Tayden enjoyed some awesome naps in "Grandma Mears" cars. Look at that hair! I laugh every time I look at this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love visitors a million crazy hair pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-6945720016019435486?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6945720016019435486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6945720016019435486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6945720016019435486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6945720016019435486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-dad-mennear-came-to-visit-last-week.html' title='Mennears come to Visit'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQXZUEg1oVc/To0wIJrvORI/AAAAAAAABh0/wZAtyxVgr0g/s72-c/1000000200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8591880288473332844</id><published>2011-09-30T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:00:28.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Diaper Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't know why we think it's so funny to put diapers on our kids head, but we sure get a kick out of it. We used to do it with T a lot when he was younger, but never took pictures. I'm kind of sad about that. So tonight, when we were getting the kids ready for bed, B's diapers ended up on the boys head. We broke out the camera and had ourselves a good laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U90B0xgUNM/ToaEYRxF1zI/AAAAAAAABhk/NngjEOtHyLA/s1600/DSC_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U90B0xgUNM/ToaEYRxF1zI/AAAAAAAABhk/NngjEOtHyLA/s320/DSC_0692.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9N1iFhhiRIU/ToaEc4EnuCI/AAAAAAAABhs/SaZ1_ddKunQ/s1600/DSC_0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9N1iFhhiRIU/ToaEc4EnuCI/AAAAAAAABhs/SaZ1_ddKunQ/s320/DSC_0689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHGgbt1yc74/ToaEafvlcNI/AAAAAAAABho/6fB7siSjgR8/s1600/DSC_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHGgbt1yc74/ToaEafvlcNI/AAAAAAAABho/6fB7siSjgR8/s320/DSC_0690.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePlV5uRgESM/ToaEegmw5hI/AAAAAAAABhw/tZBRVwuQnAU/s1600/DSC_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePlV5uRgESM/ToaEegmw5hI/AAAAAAAABhw/tZBRVwuQnAU/s320/DSC_0688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Fun family memory for the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-8591880288473332844?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8591880288473332844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8591880288473332844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8591880288473332844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8591880288473332844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/diaper-diaries.html' title='Diaper Diaries'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1U90B0xgUNM/ToaEYRxF1zI/AAAAAAAABhk/NngjEOtHyLA/s72-c/DSC_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-49326085886041999</id><published>2011-09-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T12:10:15.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 truths and a lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know the game two truths and a lie? Here's my blogger version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Beckett has 7 teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I love grocery shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My parents are coming back for round two next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. There's my lie. Beckett only has 2 1/2 teeth. The half is the top right tooth that just broke through two days ago. And I couldn't be happier. He is not a great teether, so its been a rough few days. He didn't want anyone but me and was super whiny. Not his personality at all, but it looks like things are looking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Wahoo. I LOVE grocery shopping. I go on Thursdays after I put Beckett to bed. Scott puts Tayden down and I get to go enjoy a little shopping trip by myself. I'm the crazy coupon lady with the ads and calculator figuring out what item is cheaper per ounce. I love feeding my family good meals and staying within my weekly budget. Anyway, call me crazy, but its Thursday and I can't wait to go shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My parents were here for 3 days and will be coming back on Sunday for 2 more days. They spent some time with us and then flew out of Vegas to Texas to see my brother and his family. They fly back into Vegas late Sunday night and get to stay here for until Wednesday morning. &amp;nbsp;Its been so great having them here. Minus the fact that B was a little less than happy most the time. But Tayden has been more than thrilled to have them here. I'm super excited for them to come back and we can have a few more days of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, after they leave, I will write a real post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe. Okay, fine. I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-49326085886041999?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/49326085886041999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=49326085886041999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/49326085886041999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/49326085886041999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/2-truths-and-lie.html' title='2 truths and a lie'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-414560790601723422</id><published>2011-09-22T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:33:37.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Fall Wreath Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love wreaths! I especially love fall wreaths. However, this year I felt my normal fall wreath wasn't Vegas appropriate. Its full of pretty yellow and orange leaves. Its looks out of place here in LV where we are surrounded mostly by palm trees. So I did a little wreath makeover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First, I stripped my old wreath of its beautiful leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97y1LgoJ1Qg/SsTlPQ-py0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IE5xD82AwJ0/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97y1LgoJ1Qg/SsTlPQ-py0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IE5xD82AwJ0/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I added grabbed some scrap fabric. Once again, stolen from my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-pKChY_rrQ/TnucHYHe13I/AAAAAAAABhY/QrtRIZ7NAEI/s1600/photo+2+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-pKChY_rrQ/TnucHYHe13I/AAAAAAAABhY/QrtRIZ7NAEI/s320/photo+2+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut the fabric into strips and wove in through the twigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkM7yGAGQ3I/TnucJqwTYYI/AAAAAAAABhc/repmQXOkQCQ/s1600/photo+1+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkM7yGAGQ3I/TnucJqwTYYI/AAAAAAAABhc/repmQXOkQCQ/s320/photo+1+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Added the ribbon to hang it with, attached the same sign from last year and Viola! A Vegas themed fall wreath. Its not as FALLish as I prefer, but its a fun free project...so no complains here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e11wQnmiKhc/TnucNpgHXvI/AAAAAAAABhg/jWJDLxCmuDE/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e11wQnmiKhc/TnucNpgHXvI/AAAAAAAABhg/jWJDLxCmuDE/s320/DSC_0693.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is kind of a crumby picture. :( &amp;nbsp;Much &amp;nbsp;cuter in person.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another fun thing about fall? My mom has harvest break. Which mean, drum roll please, she and my dad will be here in TWO days! Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-414560790601723422?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/414560790601723422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=414560790601723422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/414560790601723422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/414560790601723422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-wreath-makeover.html' title='Fall Wreath Makeover'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97y1LgoJ1Qg/SsTlPQ-py0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/IE5xD82AwJ0/s72-c/DSC_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5452558588334512113</id><published>2011-09-20T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:56:46.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Our Themes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Becketts theme for today is, CRY and WHINE. Poor little guy &amp;nbsp;is working on some more teeth. When the doc checked in his mouth, she was sure he was getting four new ones. I disagree. I'm pretty sure he is getting every single one. Okay, that might be a little extreme, but I can see one about to break through and the other is getting real close. He doesn't teeth well, and has been really whiny. Its very unusual for him to act like this, so I'm not really sure how to handle it. My arm's are about to fall off from packing him around and I think my back just gave out. Teething for B is also a major cause of lack of sleep. He cried a good share of the night. I finally pulled him in bed with me in the early morning so we could all get a little shut eye. He is currently napping on my chest as we speak. It so sad seeing this little guy be anything but happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1-xsLg7mC0/Tnj0e81Lt-I/AAAAAAAABhM/UeOGG36DceI/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1-xsLg7mC0/Tnj0e81Lt-I/AAAAAAAABhM/UeOGG36DceI/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--33kZGnqvfw/Tnj0h0xlU5I/AAAAAAAABhQ/kiTxIKU5Abs/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--33kZGnqvfw/Tnj0h0xlU5I/AAAAAAAABhQ/kiTxIKU5Abs/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good thing for big brothers. Tayden can always make him laugh and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Taydens theme for today is, UH-OH MOM! As in, "uh oh mom, I spilled &lt;a href="http://shareandremember.blogspot.com/2011/06/rainbow-rice-garden-sensory-play.html"&gt;rainbow rice &lt;/a&gt;all over the floor." Or, "uh-oh mom. I dumped out lots of bubbles [aka- half of my new dish soap] in the kitchen" And including, "uh oh mom. All my toothpaste is on the counter mom" Oh, and lets not forget, "uh oh mom. I broke your book." Yes, today has been full of oppsies. Tayden is extremely independent, which most the time leads to some accidents. I felt like every time I turned around today there was another adventure that needed cleaning up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-nFaAseElI/Tnj0WwMyKsI/AAAAAAAABhE/gjpraNXYp6g/s1600/photo+1+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-nFaAseElI/Tnj0WwMyKsI/AAAAAAAABhE/gjpraNXYp6g/s320/photo+1+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCk_kdLvq9g/Tnj0cEXUS2I/AAAAAAAABhI/jRyZG8kUnDU/s1600/photo+2+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCk_kdLvq9g/Tnj0cEXUS2I/AAAAAAAABhI/jRyZG8kUnDU/s320/photo+2+%25282%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't even remind me about the chocolate milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Moms theme today, BREATHE. These two have kept me on my toes today for sure. Its been a day of frustrated bliss for me. I'm pretty sure I have not accomplished one thing &amp;nbsp;all day. Its been a two steps forward, three steps back kind of day. I was feeling the frustration of &amp;nbsp;my failures come through. I have yet to get showered and ready for the day. My house is a mess. I have no idea whats for dinner. Laundry is still in the dryer from yesterday. Work out? Whats that? And so on and so forth. I had to take a deep breath and breathe. I forced myself to remember what staying home is all about. Its about my boys. So, I forgot my chores for the day and got down on the floor and played with my kids. That's where my bliss came in. Nothing is better than laughing with your children. Nothing is better than good quality time. Nothing is better than soothing a hurting baby or teaching a toddler to clean up his mess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTcBEpzzE5U/Tnj0kgZOyII/AAAAAAAABhU/klhjT5Aau9Q/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTcBEpzzE5U/Tnj0kgZOyII/AAAAAAAABhU/klhjT5Aau9Q/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nothing is better or more important than these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-5452558588334512113?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5452558588334512113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5452558588334512113&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5452558588334512113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5452558588334512113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-themes.html' title='Our Themes'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1-xsLg7mC0/Tnj0e81Lt-I/AAAAAAAABhM/UeOGG36DceI/s72-c/photo+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1193502952066627667</id><published>2011-09-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:01:07.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;43&amp;nbsp;829.0639hours &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;260 weeks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;1825 days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;60 months&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaESHWzjefY/TnJUo9d54OI/AAAAAAAABg8/CVBRndSay_0/s1600/DSC_0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaESHWzjefY/TnJUo9d54OI/AAAAAAAABg8/CVBRndSay_0/s320/DSC_0687.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;No matter how you say it, the fact remains the same. Today, I have beenmarried to my best friend for five years. I can’t believe how quickly time hasgone. I never thought we would be where we are today, but I couldn’t be anyhappier. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We met on a cold February night in 2006. I was on a date with his friendBeau, and he was on a blind date with my roommate. I remember coming out fromthe bathroom and seeing Scott for the first time. He was sitting on our oldgreen couch looking at his shoes. As I walked out, he lifted his head and Ilooked into his big blue eyes. I noticed his incredible smile first and wasimmediately drawn to him. I spent the evening trying to pull myself away fromhim and concentrate on my date (who by the way is a really great guy). The boystook us bowling and came back to the apartment for subway sandwiches. It was gettinglate and they were getting ready to leave. {I didn’t know they were about to gosee a girl that Scott had been dating.} They walked us up to our apartment andwe said our goodbyes. Scott and I locked eyes for a moment, probably a littletoo long because everyone noticed. [Awkward!] Needless to say, I called it offwith Beau and Scott swooped in at the first chance. With his friends approvalof course. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We met a few days later at Wingers with a group of mutual friends. Scottthrew popcorn at me while I caught it my mouth. Haha. I remember laughing sohard and being happier than I had been in a long time. I had recently let amissionary go. We dated for four years prior to his mission, so being thishappy with another boy was huge. It felt right. I knew in those few minutes I wanted to pursuethis budding relationship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Our official first date followed a few days later. He picked me up a fewminutes earlier than when we were to meet the couple we were doubling with, sowe headed off to a local park. We swung on the swings and got to know eachother. Our conversation included our families, our dreams, our past, andeverything in between. We went bowling again and played laser tag, but Iremember feeling like that wasn’t enough. I did not want our night end. Sadly,it had too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Luckily, he called the next day and we saw each other again. He told mehis friend was getting married in Manti. Scott really wanted to go, but had noone to go with. So I offered to ride along. I look back now and wonder what inthe heck I was thinking. We had only really known each other 4 days, but I feltlike it had been years. He accepted my offer and we took a weekend trip toUtah. On the way there, I met his family for dinner in Inkom. I was crazy nervous,but they were so nice. His mom was cooking deer and I was scared to death I wasgoing to hate it and have to choke it down to not offend her. Turns out Ireally like deer, and elk for that matter. We stopped in Utah to stay with mygrandparents over night, then off to Manti in the morning. The weather wasawful as it snowed like mad. I remember feeling so safe though. I knew he wouldprotect me and keep me safe. The trip to Manti is when I really fell in lovewith Scott. We had so much time to just sit and talk and really understand oneanother. When we came home, I could not imagine my life without him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This whole time, I was living in Rexburg and Scott was going to school atISU. We met every Wednesday in Idaho Falls and I came home on the weekends tobe with him. The time came for me to renew my contract in Rexburg, but I optednot to. I moved back to Pocatello to be closer to him. After only four weeks ofdating,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;he proposed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I had been dying to go to the museum in Idaho Falls, but he never gave into take me. One April 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2006, he finally took me. I couldn’tunderstand why he wasn’t talking to me. He was acting so strange and not payingany attention to me. I starting getting very aggravated at one point andstopped talking to him. I was looking at one exhibit and turned around to tellhim something, but he wasn’t there. Then I looked down, and there he was on oneknee with a ring in hand. He asked me to marry him and of course I said yes. Heput the ring on my finger and it was official. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Shortly after we were engaged, Scott left for the summer to go installsecurity systems in North Carolina. It was the hardest summer of my life. I’mpretty sure I drove my mom crazy. I was not pleasant to be around. However, itwas the best summer for Scott and me to grow as a couple. He was clear acrossthe country and all we had was the phone to communicate. We had many nightsfull of arguments and misunderstandings. But, some of the best things happened.We connected on a purely emotional level and grew closer than we ever wouldhave had he been home. It was hard, but I am so grateful for that summer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Scott was set to come home late August/early September, but drove fromNorth Carolina to Idaho in 2 days to make it home for my birthday. It was thebest surprise ever and we are lucky enough to have it on tape. 3 weeks later wewalked into the Logan Temple to be wed for time and all eternity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;On September 15, 2006- it rained all day. I woke up and it was pouring.It’s one of my favorite memories about the day. I love the rain, so I felt likeit was a blessing coming down from the heavens. I got ready at a hotel in Loganand when I was finished I sat in the hotel anxiously waiting for my groom topick me up. He knocked on the door and I ran to open it. Scott looked sohandsome in his suit, standing in the rain with those big blue eyes and smilingfrom ear to ear. The sight of him assured me all the world was right as long asI was with him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We were married by my great grandfather and the ceremony was beautiful.My grandpa got my named mixed up a few times, calling me Ann Stacey instead ofStacey Ann, (he was almost 90 when he married us) - but we look back at laughnow. We are so privileged to have had him seal us. It was truly a dream cometrue for me. We stepped out of the temple as Mr. and Mrs. Scott Packard for thefirst time, and here we are today- making history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I love my husband with everything in me. He is my best friend. To behonest, I cannot imagine my life without him. He pushes me to be the best I canbe and picks me up when I’m not. He gives me strength when I’ve run out andreminds me of how strong I truly am. He has never asked me to be someone I’mnot. He has the best work ethic of anyone I know. He is smart. He has atestimony of the gospel. He is funny. He kisses me every morning and night andalways in between. He is kind. He was made for me. I don’t think I will ever beable to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;express in words what he means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nce_4RTq39o/TnJVSTHvRoI/AAAAAAAABhA/u8CHziZbML8/s1600/DSC_0219+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nce_4RTq39o/TnJVSTHvRoI/AAAAAAAABhA/u8CHziZbML8/s320/DSC_0219+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Here’s to five years, Scott. I love you more and more and more each day.Thank you for blessing my life on a daily basis and loving me like you do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-1193502952066627667?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1193502952066627667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1193502952066627667&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1193502952066627667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1193502952066627667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-years.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaESHWzjefY/TnJUo9d54OI/AAAAAAAABg8/CVBRndSay_0/s72-c/DSC_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5216310166668062819</id><published>2011-09-14T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:26:08.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>if you have a toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...You must try this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-zP2ZhgxCQ/TnDhO6EVeiI/AAAAAAAABgk/IBrSNYKusoY/s320/DSC_0684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652265178571831842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you need is a straw, dish soap, water, and food coloring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put some dish soap in the bottom of a cup, add some water and a little food coloring. Place a straw in the cup and let your child blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they have made a colored bubble fountain, place a piece of paper over the bubbles and press down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyK2N1aFvjg/TnDhO3CasAI/AAAAAAAABgs/XbVPcPljmVo/s320/DSC_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652265177758478338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes the coolest design! You can kind of see our picture in the bottom, left corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koAILdM1CSc/TnDhPNs78vI/AAAAAAAABg0/0CwHocDEq6Q/s1600/DSC_0679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koAILdM1CSc/TnDhPNs78vI/AAAAAAAABg0/0CwHocDEq6Q/s320/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652265183842398962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, even after the color was gone, T blew bubbles for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And an added bonus for mom, my table was nice and shiny when we were done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; buster for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-5216310166668062819?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5216310166668062819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5216310166668062819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5216310166668062819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5216310166668062819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-have-toddler.html' title='if you have a toddler'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-zP2ZhgxCQ/TnDhO6EVeiI/AAAAAAAABgk/IBrSNYKusoY/s72-c/DSC_0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6387777612086018535</id><published>2011-09-12T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:32:13.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys had their check-ups today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; had is 2 1/2 year and Beckett has his 6 month-although is really is 7 months. We're a little behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite part of the whole Nevada doctor appointment: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; getting out of the car and saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brrr&lt;/span&gt;. Its cold." It was a chilly 78*. He must be used to the Nevada heat. More the used to it, he must be loving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My least favorite part of the doctor appointment. Waiting for the Dr. for an HOUR! The total appointment took almost 2 hours. Re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dic&lt;/span&gt;-u-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lous&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At 2 years 7 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Weights 28.5 lbs. (25-50%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is 36 3/4 in. tall. (50-75%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves all things Toy Story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Enjoys story time at the library and reading his new books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Still loves watching football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is extremely independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has a minor obsession with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Finally loves nursery. In fact, its his favorite time of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is a fantastic older brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Could talk on the phone all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Knows his numbers to 10, all colors, most shapes and some letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Wants to be outside if at all possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-No longer wears pull ups at bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Thinks getting mail is the coolest. Even if its just our junk mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves his train track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Hates when his brother plans with his train track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Listens like a champ...most days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is a great helper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At 7 months Beckett:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Weights 22 lbs. (75-90%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is 28 1/2 inches tall. (75-90%)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is a crawling machine. (I'll post a video soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Can pull himself onto almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Climbs up stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Can sit back up from crawling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves to drop a toy in a basket and then get it out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is eating baby food and starting some soft table foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has two bottom teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is still happy and content most all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Falls asleep on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Adores his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has the greatest laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Drinks from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has a red headed temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Still takes 2 1/2 naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is a fantastic eater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids are the bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-6387777612086018535?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6387777612086018535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6387777612086018535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6387777612086018535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6387777612086018535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/check-ups.html' title='Check Ups'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-244327779711162514</id><published>2011-09-09T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:34:42.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Near Starvation Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, I got a text from my mother in law that said, "We are in near starvation mode...please post more pictures or email us some!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, like a good daughter in law-I'm posting some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our day in photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We washed dishes early this morning. Let me tell you a little bit about my son. He hates to be dirty, have his clothes wet, or anything of that sort. So a lot of the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; does-he does his underwear. Then, after we are done doing whatever we were doing, getting clothes back on him can be quite the hassle. He loves to be naked, so I guess we should just be grateful he has his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt; on! I promise though, he does wear clothes...just not a lot at home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0QvqCkrUbM/TmraYAr54NI/AAAAAAAABgc/xuPPDM6yCNk/s320/DSC_0632.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568788525572306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rNLyYMFwdmY/TmraX3FbwbI/AAAAAAAABgU/NfKBEQAnVnI/s1600/photo%2B2%2B%25281%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rNLyYMFwdmY/TmraX3FbwbI/AAAAAAAABgU/NfKBEQAnVnI/s320/photo%2B2%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568785948295602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRWlg2Yll7Y/TmraX2g0JCI/AAAAAAAABgM/YAxpzFDoeGk/s1600/photo%2B1%2B%25281%2529.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRWlg2Yll7Y/TmraX2g0JCI/AAAAAAAABgM/YAxpzFDoeGk/s320/photo%2B1%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568785794704418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And played with baby brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgifJvTKiJc/TmraXUG8CgI/AAAAAAAABgE/OkSlLINOM1s/s1600/DSC_0640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgifJvTKiJc/TmraXUG8CgI/AAAAAAAABgE/OkSlLINOM1s/s320/DSC_0640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568776559364610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took turns playing with the woody ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5uPa4zflI/TmraXHHo6uI/AAAAAAAABf8/P7FlsTOTtwo/s1600/DSC_0655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K5uPa4zflI/TmraXHHo6uI/AAAAAAAABf8/P7FlsTOTtwo/s320/DSC_0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568773072644834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even got to take it outside today since it was only 90* at 11:00!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Am3cjHNSGg/TmrZ4XggvJI/AAAAAAAABf0/yLGbtkpm-R8/s1600/DSC_0663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Am3cjHNSGg/TmrZ4XggvJI/AAAAAAAABf0/yLGbtkpm-R8/s320/DSC_0663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568244895988882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; jumped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;four wheeler&lt;/span&gt; for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kbg5A50mEMw/TmrZ3z14fVI/AAAAAAAABfs/KZsqocadi28/s1600/DSC_0672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kbg5A50mEMw/TmrZ3z14fVI/AAAAAAAABfs/KZsqocadi28/s320/DSC_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568235321949522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While Beckett watched from the house. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; trying to climb on everything. See his little leg pulled up? He stands like that, grunting out of frustration, most the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWvNeM9xxyM/TmrZ3naO0WI/AAAAAAAABfk/MYAjWBNX-0I/s1600/DSC_0673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWvNeM9xxyM/TmrZ3naO0WI/AAAAAAAABfk/MYAjWBNX-0I/s320/DSC_0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568231984746850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we tried to go out for Pizza. But all the Pizza Huts are take out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, so we settled for Canes Chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, I do dress my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PqBnyqYaKw/TmrZ3ZMk4TI/AAAAAAAABfc/O_nh7HHFSKs/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PqBnyqYaKw/TmrZ3ZMk4TI/AAAAAAAABfc/O_nh7HHFSKs/s320/DSC_0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568228169376050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc9QxtuWG14/TmrZ3K6-O3I/AAAAAAAABfU/FmOui4Tkems/s1600/DSC_0678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc9QxtuWG14/TmrZ3K6-O3I/AAAAAAAABfU/FmOui4Tkems/s320/DSC_0678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650568224337443698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they look so handsome when I do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if they aren't happy about sitting still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS-Finally think I found a solution to my fuzzy pictures. I'll need to do some adjustments on blogger. Click on the individual picture for a clear photo. Ah, this has possibly been the most annoying problem ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-244327779711162514?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/244327779711162514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=244327779711162514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/244327779711162514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/244327779711162514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/near-starvation-mode.html' title='Near Starvation Mode'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0QvqCkrUbM/TmraYAr54NI/AAAAAAAABgc/xuPPDM6yCNk/s72-c/DSC_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-2420756825500858998</id><published>2011-09-07T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:35:03.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of September and I am craving fall. Autumn is my favorite season and this year I am missing it more than ever. I am missing the changing leaves, the crisp air, the sweaters, the overall feeling of fall. Unfortunately, as I pondered on how much I miss fall- I found myself missing home. I found my mind wondering over all the little things that I miss. Things like the sound of my parents door unlocking. My spot at the table at my in-laws. The familiarity of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; roads. Looking for deer through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Portneuf&lt;/span&gt; Gap. Sunday dinners with family. Meeting friends at the library and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt;. And so on and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to pry myself from my pity party and concentrate on all the things I love about Vegas. I love driving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; down the road lined with palm trees. I love all the stars you can see from my backyard. I love watching the air traffic. I love the functionality of my home. I love my new friends. But more than anything, I love the feeling of need. We need to be here. We were directed here by our Heavenly Father and I feel that sense of need to be here. I know we came to Vegas to grow and to learn as a couple and family. I know there are things here that I need. I understand that I will face hard days, weeks and possibly months. But, I have faith in the Lords bigger plan. And my faith out weights any doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still craving fall and will probably have to make a trip to Idaho to satisfy it-but I am also learning out to curb my cravings and love what I have. In the words of Cheryl Crow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It's not having what you want-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It's wanting what you've got"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;With any luck, I'll learn how to do just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-2420756825500858998?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/2420756825500858998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=2420756825500858998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2420756825500858998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2420756825500858998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/craving-fall.html' title='Craving Fall'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-2788024517315010082</id><published>2011-09-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:38:46.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Noodles and Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As mentioned in a previous post, I have a new goal to do something new with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; everyday. T is loving our new craft hour. Beckett lays down in the morning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; and I do a special activity. Its helped with his attitude and behavior &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention he flat out loves it. I think he enjoys the extra attention and the one on one time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago we painted a milk carton, made a construction paper funnel and filled it with small noodles. Yes, in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt; again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUZ3WYa9LDA/TmGrfHvudQI/AAAAAAAABfE/h495dnDNgeo/s320/DSC_0630.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647983958842832130" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjmclVJc2OA/TmGrfY8gAZI/AAAAAAAABfM/JXomrDDbWag/s320/DSC_0631.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647983963459813778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The intent was to make a shaker, but we ended up playing a game with it instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; has had a WILD imagination the past few weeks. (I don't think we can open up any door in the house without finding a snake or whale.) He was pretending the noodles were hiding in their home, the milk carton, from the bears. He kept telling them, "Go home noodles! Hurry hide! The bear is coming!" And if any fell on the floor, he would jump off his chair to rescue them, "Phew, got ya!" It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; to watch. I love his little 2 year old mind. So we played with the noodles and bears...and played, and played, and played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, we made sidewalk chalk paint and painted the sidewalk. When that ran out, we just painted with water. It was a smashing hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow, painting project with Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love making this little boy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-2788024517315010082?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/2788024517315010082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=2788024517315010082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2788024517315010082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2788024517315010082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/09/noodles-and-bears.html' title='Noodles and Bears'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUZ3WYa9LDA/TmGrfHvudQI/AAAAAAAABfE/h495dnDNgeo/s72-c/DSC_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8760154519921867429</id><published>2011-08-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:29:16.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have family pictures! Hooray! And even better, we got a decent on of my family. Better than decent actually, its beautiful. All I wanted out of the whole ordeal was one good picture of my little family. And boy, oh boy did I get it. They are fabulous! Thanks Dev!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer -They are crystal clear on my computer, but as I said before, my blogger hasn't been uploaded my pictures clearly at all. I'll have to look into that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GE6wqoCZuq4/TlsTcuEKktI/AAAAAAAABec/iwyrZ6nQJkY/s320/DSC_0262%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646127941961814738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wH9M_XF1laE/TlsTcMceGDI/AAAAAAAABeU/_8nWjoRyGUs/s1600/DSC_0238%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wH9M_XF1laE/TlsTcMceGDI/AAAAAAAABeU/_8nWjoRyGUs/s320/DSC_0238%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646127932936951858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole M family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpmvHL2nZkA/TlsTboJlgvI/AAAAAAAABeM/NkmH8DkoTU8/s1600/DSC_0223%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpmvHL2nZkA/TlsTboJlgvI/AAAAAAAABeM/NkmH8DkoTU8/s320/DSC_0223%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646127923194069746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JoDell&lt;/span&gt; with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82hcGSZ5p8E/TlsTa31v1uI/AAAAAAAABeE/ElTcrv9EnyA/s1600/DSC_0215%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82hcGSZ5p8E/TlsTa31v1uI/AAAAAAAABeE/ElTcrv9EnyA/s320/DSC_0215%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646127910225958626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3lBHrDN9Hy0/TlsTaYmVv8I/AAAAAAAABd8/EWcRKPvMgg0/s1600/DSC_0208%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3lBHrDN9Hy0/TlsTaYmVv8I/AAAAAAAABd8/EWcRKPvMgg0/s320/DSC_0208%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646127901839835074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLghBoZPcao/TlsSZJWhUhI/AAAAAAAABd0/GdKL1m6U7f0/s1600/DSC_0201%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLghBoZPcao/TlsSZJWhUhI/AAAAAAAABd0/GdKL1m6U7f0/s320/DSC_0201%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646126781055455762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and dad. Love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCvBSWBek-A/TlsSYtd7ICI/AAAAAAAABds/Brm2lIV8RNI/s1600/DSC_0185%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCvBSWBek-A/TlsSYtd7ICI/AAAAAAAABds/Brm2lIV8RNI/s320/DSC_0185%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646126773570314274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and his family. Seriously, are they not the cutest ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxSd5MnIisM/TlsSYWbUHQI/AAAAAAAABdk/K7eF-om_s0k/s1600/DSC_0166%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxSd5MnIisM/TlsSYWbUHQI/AAAAAAAABdk/K7eF-om_s0k/s320/DSC_0166%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646126767385353474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told ya, its awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_BP_rguCV8/TlsSYCRs_KI/AAAAAAAABdc/bHWdX_Moi8M/s1600/DSC_0163%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_BP_rguCV8/TlsSYCRs_KI/AAAAAAAABdc/bHWdX_Moi8M/s320/DSC_0163%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646126761976331426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aOiEsZDfiQ/TlsSXwCcBvI/AAAAAAAABdU/nWpQOuHQMlo/s1600/DSC_0148%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aOiEsZDfiQ/TlsSXwCcBvI/AAAAAAAABdU/nWpQOuHQMlo/s320/DSC_0148%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646126757080467186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I see this picture...it reminds me of eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are the reason we all have each other. I couldn't be more blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-8760154519921867429?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8760154519921867429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8760154519921867429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8760154519921867429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8760154519921867429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GE6wqoCZuq4/TlsTcuEKktI/AAAAAAAABec/iwyrZ6nQJkY/s72-c/DSC_0262%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-812119023791800803</id><published>2011-08-25T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:21:13.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Craft Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've noticed a bit of a problem arising at the P house. Beside the fact that both my boys are deviating from our normal sleep schedule and trying to make their own. UGH! But that is a whole other post entirely. The problem, well its not even a problem really, but rather a challenge we seem to be facing these days....boredom! With the heat, 110*+ these days, we are inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. The heat alone is not that big of a deal, we have air conditioned places we can go. But the heat teamed with an ever growing mind of a two year old-that is where the problem lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; is in major need of some new things to do. Toys all day are not cutting it, and I am not a fan of too much TV. So, today I made a decision. We are going to do one craft/activity/learning game/etc a day. Something out of the norm and something to push that little brain of his. Today, we painted a wooden snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was concentrating so hard! He loved it. This kept him busy for a good 45 minutes, and then later in the evening when he wanted to finish it. It was amazing. And yes, we paint in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt; at home. Mind you, its hot. I tried to get a good picture of the finished project. But he was having too much fun playing with his new snake and was not holding still longer than he had too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdMvj0XdLiw/TlcYSUyVaFI/AAAAAAAABdM/X4I3wpbMOi8/s320/DSC_0621.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645007361028745298" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-01G5C29O8/TlcYSI9ZUwI/AAAAAAAABdE/vr5-C3stFgU/s1600/DSC_0626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a-01G5C29O8/TlcYSI9ZUwI/AAAAAAAABdE/vr5-C3stFgU/s320/DSC_0626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645007357853913858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luau&lt;/span&gt; of our new goal, I went out today and bought a few supplies to add to my extremely small kid craft stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVFAQf3txUk/TlcYRmz41vI/AAAAAAAABc8/3QwYXYCYcvY/s1600/DSC_0627.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVFAQf3txUk/TlcYRmz41vI/AAAAAAAABc8/3QwYXYCYcvY/s320/DSC_0627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645007348687230706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fully intend to make a binder of different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; and coloring sheets. I went to our sweet library and got a load of books to help me find new ideas and things to do to keep my bright boy engaged. I am seriously so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9RG7lFedGc/TlcYRVNTjYI/AAAAAAAABc0/e5cbE88QkKI/s1600/DSC_0628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9RG7lFedGc/TlcYRVNTjYI/AAAAAAAABc0/e5cbE88QkKI/s320/DSC_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645007343962000770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, let me ask you. What are your essentials to keep your kiddies busy? Do you have any suggestions or ideas to help me get this project started? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me hear it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-812119023791800803?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/812119023791800803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=812119023791800803&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/812119023791800803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/812119023791800803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/kids-craft-corner.html' title='Kids Craft Corner'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdMvj0XdLiw/TlcYSUyVaFI/AAAAAAAABdM/X4I3wpbMOi8/s72-c/DSC_0621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-2945457590595678531</id><published>2011-08-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:58:29.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>You've Had A Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was my birthday. I turned the big 2-5! It was different spending my birthday away from family, but it was nice to celebrate with Scott and the boys. My phone was flooded with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; well-wishers, phone calls and text messages. I just want everyone to know how much I appreciate you. You sure know how to make a girl feel loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, Beckett is 7 months old today. I can't believe how quickly time has gone. He is growing up so fast! He is the happiest little guy, most the time. He has developed quite a temper when things don't go his way, but he is fairly easy to calm down. He has two bottom teeth but no top teeth yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxmarCLo2Ek/TlXAWeamjJI/AAAAAAAABcs/4v555iF7BAI/s320/DSC_0624.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644629200333081746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby B is all over the place! We have a drop down family room with two stairs and Beckett loves to crawl on the them. He can actually make it up the bottom one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt;. He crawls now with his belly off the floor, but isn't too fast yet. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; faster doing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inch worming&lt;/span&gt; business. Whatever method he uses, he is into everything he can get his little hands on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KXw3wvLj7s/TlXAWL6mEaI/AAAAAAAABck/vWU6UhYxnXI/s1600/DSC_0620.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KXw3wvLj7s/TlXAWL6mEaI/AAAAAAAABck/vWU6UhYxnXI/s320/DSC_0620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644629195366994338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett also loves standing at the couches. No cruising yet and I am a-okay with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJoqJnbOOCE/TlXAV5ZL2iI/AAAAAAAABcc/kiZmm85QFiU/s1600/DSC_0615.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJoqJnbOOCE/TlXAV5ZL2iI/AAAAAAAABcc/kiZmm85QFiU/s320/DSC_0615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644629190395025954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This big baby has brought so much joy to our family. He is really starting to play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; and it warms my heart watching them together. They are my whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and before I go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; has had a minor (really major) love for Toy Story lately. He gets pumped out of his mind whenever he sees any character from the movie. We were at the pool the other day and a little girl had a woody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bullseye&lt;/span&gt;. She let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; play with them for a minute, but then was ready to play with them herself. When she took them away his eyes welled up with tears and cried to me, "But I like them!". He was heartbroken. So much so that I decided it was time to buy him his own. We took him to the Disney store and let him pick out his very own cowboy and horse. We tried to get him a plastic set, but he told us flat out, "No, I don't want that!". He found these two and instantly fell in love. They have been glued at the hip. They have taken naps together, sleep together, eat together...you name it, he does it. We even have to act out his favorite scenes from the movie with them. I always draw the short end of the stick and have to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bullseye&lt;/span&gt;. But he loves it, and that's all that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9irpkuEIxA/TlXAVnnFA5I/AAAAAAAABcU/v1evZuSMfJw/s1600/DSC_0614.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9irpkuEIxA/TlXAVnnFA5I/AAAAAAAABcU/v1evZuSMfJw/s320/DSC_0614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644629185621459858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, sweetest thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S-My photos are always fuzzy on blogger, but if you click on them to make them bigger-they are clear as day. Am I doing something wrong? How do I get them to show up clear when they are small? Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-2945457590595678531?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/2945457590595678531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=2945457590595678531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2945457590595678531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2945457590595678531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/youve-had-birthday.html' title='You&apos;ve Had A Birthday'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxmarCLo2Ek/TlXAWeamjJI/AAAAAAAABcs/4v555iF7BAI/s72-c/DSC_0624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8731966669123727539</id><published>2011-08-19T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:02:06.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Ton'O Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get out his Tent and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ton'o&lt;/span&gt; (Tunnel).  I used to hesitate to get in out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; because it took up quite a bit of space. But here, in Nevada, we have ample room-so I got it out...and we haven't put it back for days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9m0G34_jeu0/Tk89gjS-xoI/AAAAAAAABcE/vDgk5CG5JE0/s320/DSC_0604.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642796487558481538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; loves to go through the tunnel and play in the tent. But more than anything he loves that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Becketts&lt;/span&gt; plays with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ79O8zz_lM/Tk89gHUtnAI/AAAAAAAABb0/PcHcZJ7lPRY/s320/DSC_0601.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642796480049552386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Follow me B."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Come on brother."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Becketts&lt;/span&gt; turn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yhwU9Ova04/Tk89gb021oI/AAAAAAAABb8/_jcDpCgci_Q/s320/DSC_0602.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642796485553084034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sure enough, the babe follows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6SUbVrRtA4/Tk89g2bcF5I/AAAAAAAABcM/UU3SP_A-2iU/s1600/DSC_0606.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6SUbVrRtA4/Tk89g2bcF5I/AAAAAAAABcM/UU3SP_A-2iU/s320/DSC_0606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642796492694230930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ton'o&lt;/span&gt; fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-8731966669123727539?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8731966669123727539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8731966669123727539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8731966669123727539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8731966669123727539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/tono-fun.html' title='Ton&apos;O Fun'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9m0G34_jeu0/Tk89gjS-xoI/AAAAAAAABcE/vDgk5CG5JE0/s72-c/DSC_0604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8228336767512121032</id><published>2011-08-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:16:58.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Cowboy Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; what he wanted for lunch today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cowboy lunch." He replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked him what cowboys eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Waffles."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Alright, lets make cowboy waffles then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OK".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cowboys, don't just eat regular waffles. No, they eat waffles with peanut butter, topped with chocolate chips, drizzled with syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unD9lIK9JWs/Tkw7yy6TQ-I/AAAAAAAABbk/zMRA_1YewSA/s320/photo%2B1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950177034191842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum, cowboy lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cowboys also wear their dads sandals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T13IJnAriVM/Tkw7yvC8GiI/AAAAAAAABbc/E-Ff6XsSRnM/s1600/photo%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T13IJnAriVM/Tkw7yvC8GiI/AAAAAAAABbc/E-Ff6XsSRnM/s320/photo%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950175996680738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;-haw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-8228336767512121032?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8228336767512121032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8228336767512121032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8228336767512121032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8228336767512121032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/cowboy-lunch.html' title='Cowboy Lunch'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unD9lIK9JWs/Tkw7yy6TQ-I/AAAAAAAABbk/zMRA_1YewSA/s72-c/photo%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5912408320539606775</id><published>2011-08-15T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:07:03.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Cuddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was laying Beckett down for a nap this afternoon, Scott sat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; and read books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I came down to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; for his nap, this is what I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjyWLpTLR4E/Tkl7g-bUeEI/AAAAAAAABbU/FsQHZp6OepE/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641175814701873218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this not the sweetest thing ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; schedule these two don't get much cuddle time during the day. So my heart melted when I saw little T nestled up by his daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, life is sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-5912408320539606775?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5912408320539606775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5912408320539606775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5912408320539606775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5912408320539606775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuddles.html' title='Cuddles'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjyWLpTLR4E/Tkl7g-bUeEI/AAAAAAAABbU/FsQHZp6OepE/s72-c/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7142996946854899203</id><published>2011-08-09T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:02:49.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! I can't believe I haven't blogged in a week. Not much has happened, but a few things worth mentioning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little ONE got his very first tooth. He is also working on another ONE as we speak. He was cranky for a few days, but seems to be back on track to his happy normal self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5uU5_bVtpU/TkGpYH3Nj9I/AAAAAAAABak/eU8Dvk8JoL8/s320/DSC_0593.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974440337149906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also had TWO wonderful visitors come. My Mother and Father in-law came down to visit for a couple days. It was awesome having them here. We went to Bass Pro Shop, out to dinner, Mandalay Bay, out to lunch, and spent a few minutes down at the strip. But more than anything, we enjoyed hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was in heaven and soaked up the extra attention. Although, I have to say he was heart broken when he woke up and they were gone. I love having visitors in our home and was sad to see them leave. Hopefully we don't have to wait long for more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up. THREE lovely pillows. Actually, 2 1/2. Only two are finished, but the other is not far behind. Our front room was in need of a little pick me up make-over. I rummaged through my moms fabric when we were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; and sewed these THREE fun pillows. Nothing better than a free project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDybfvXPqkw/TkGpcNk67NI/AAAAAAAABbM/6TtGDLYmBYg/s320/DSC_0577.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974510590520530" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrKgITKQkzA/TkGpY3_v7zI/AAAAAAAABbE/JQtmaIXfQd0/s320/DSC_0578.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974453257858866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE this one. The ruffles are from one of my moms old button down shirts. I cut the buttons and ruffles off the shirt, sewed it to some brown canvas(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;) fabric, and backed it with white. It turned out awesome and so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFPVddlUo2w/TkGpY0_2p4I/AAAAAAAABa8/9I0_9bx2qlc/s320/DSC_0579.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974452452992898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 1/2. I still have to stuff it. (Right now its just pulled over an old pillow) And then sew up the bottom. But you get the gist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SZuMMkku8Qo/TkGpYig_q1I/AAAAAAAABa0/8ChsdDetL38/s320/DSC_0580.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974447491722066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And viola, happy new pillows to brighten up the room. I'm still debating whether to cover the last red pillow. I have an idea up my sleeve, but we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a picture for the road. Just because he is so cute and growing up to darn fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDrQ-_OvK4o/TkGpYXe8V-I/AAAAAAAABas/KYsI_SCIfeQ/s320/DSC_0590.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638974444530325474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me so happy watching him play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-7142996946854899203?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7142996946854899203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7142996946854899203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7142996946854899203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7142996946854899203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p5uU5_bVtpU/TkGpYH3Nj9I/AAAAAAAABak/eU8Dvk8JoL8/s72-c/DSC_0593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1383704106175665893</id><published>2011-08-01T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:45:59.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Working at the Car Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My boys washed my car tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm a lucky girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVuIhBa7BsM/Tjd0coTapHI/AAAAAAAABac/j8aMIgvh4uY/s320/DSC_0546.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636101493881480306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyv1f2w6BXU/Tjd0cd8EpZI/AAAAAAAABaU/uaSD_rY56Uk/s320/DSC_0562.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636101491099215250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby B and Tanner supervised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIrrkt0GWqk/Tjd0cUp5VqI/AAAAAAAABaM/GCkLxzrINRU/s1600/DSC_0552.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIrrkt0GWqk/Tjd0cUp5VqI/AAAAAAAABaM/GCkLxzrINRU/s320/DSC_0552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636101488607057570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTlLqbDAVXc/Tjd0cGFr69I/AAAAAAAABaE/_hl-1kaBur8/s1600/DSC_0564.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTlLqbDAVXc/Tjd0cGFr69I/AAAAAAAABaE/_hl-1kaBur8/s320/DSC_0564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636101484697086930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; washed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Becketts&lt;/span&gt; toes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgwKhi-a8hk/Tjd0b9WuGII/AAAAAAAABZ8/h4Q_xjMdT8M/s1600/DSC_0574.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RgwKhi-a8hk/Tjd0b9WuGII/AAAAAAAABZ8/h4Q_xjMdT8M/s320/DSC_0574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636101482352613506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing like washing the car on a hot summer night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-1383704106175665893?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1383704106175665893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1383704106175665893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1383704106175665893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1383704106175665893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/08/working-at-car-wash.html' title='Working at the Car Wash'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVuIhBa7BsM/Tjd0coTapHI/AAAAAAAABac/j8aMIgvh4uY/s72-c/DSC_0546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-180152414527710716</id><published>2011-07-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:01:07.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott sent me this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC5YBi5aI58/TjYrDZq9nNI/AAAAAAAABZ0/c2mzsvepw9k/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635739321131441362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does this happen with a small glass of chocolate milk? I don't know, but this little kid seems to manage the unthinkable. We were watching the end of a show and turned around to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; with a goatee of chocolate. (Which, by the way, he called it 'chocolate milk'. Its been 'apple milk' forever, until tonight.) He thought it was pretty funny. And no lie, it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little boy has been blowing my mind the past week. His vocabulary seems to have doubled and he is constantly acting older and older. Its been a bit of a heart breaker for me, but I couldn't be more proud of this 2 1/2 year old boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few fun things about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; the past few weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every morning when he wakes up he says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taydens&lt;/span&gt; awake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!". We have church at 8:00, so T normally wakes up around 7:00 on Sundays, which is early for us. This morning he woke up at 6:45 and in the most pathetically tired voice said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayens&lt;/span&gt; awake....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;." I've never heard a two year be sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His cartoon of choice this week is Toy Story 3. He was going a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; dance and I asked what he was doing. "Buzz Dance", he replied. There is a part in the movie that Buzz gets switched to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; mode and does a tango(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) dance, which apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; loves to mimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; is tired I sing 'I am A Child of God', 'Teach Me to Walk', or 'I Need Thee Every Hour' to him. Those have been our 3 songs since he was born. Tonight, as I sang him "I am A Child of God", he sang with me. My heart melted at his little voice. You never fully understand how much they are taking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could remember every detail about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; being this age. It has been so fun. Challenging for sure, but so much fun. I love seeing him think things through, become more independent and seeing the world in such innocence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just a quick note about Beckett. He is official mobile. He can roll every which way and is 'crawling'...for lack of a better word. He hasn't figured out how to move his arms, but is inch worming around like mad.  (He gets up on his hands and knees, then lunges his body forward. Over and over and over.) He can get anywhere he needs to and is extremely determined. I watched him go clear across the room the other day in like 30 seconds. He is super fast. He is official 6 months old and working on his first tooth. Where did my baby go? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, my boys are growing up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like I'll have to have another baby....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Joking. Totally joking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love being a mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-180152414527710716?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/180152414527710716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=180152414527710716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/180152414527710716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/180152414527710716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/07/chocolate-milk.html' title='Chocolate Milk'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC5YBi5aI58/TjYrDZq9nNI/AAAAAAAABZ0/c2mzsvepw9k/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1525131436455990539</id><published>2011-07-30T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:05:31.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing</title><content type='html'>I sure am wishing I could blog right now! Well, I'm blogging...but really blog a good post. But, I can't. Want to know why? I'm working on my talk for tomorrow. Yep, we got nailed by the bishop and have to speak tomorrow. So, am I procrastinator? No. I worked on my talk almost all week. Got most of it done actually. But late last night that darn divine intervention kicked in and I was prompted to take it my talk in a different direction. Don't you love that? No, seriously, I do. I LOVE that. I feel really passionate about it now, so I'm half way excited to speak. Hopefully, a good post will come soon. As for now, wish me luck! Or pray for me. Either on works really! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-1525131436455990539?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1525131436455990539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1525131436455990539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1525131436455990539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1525131436455990539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/07/wishing.html' title='wishing'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1381715171274419078</id><published>2011-07-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:42:32.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 10 long and wonderful days, I am home in the 702 and glad to be back in Vegas. As promised, I didn't take one picture. I was so busy getting the luggage, the toys, the carry-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;, the birth certificates, and everything else-I forgot my camera on the kitchen counter. So if you don't want to read this long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' post, I will not be offend. As bummed as I am I didn't get any pictures, I had a wonderful time enjoying time with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys and I spent some time in Idaho Falls with Lindsey and Amanda and their wonderful kiddos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was so excited to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; and Hanna! He kept asking about them long after we left. And I must say, it was wonderful catching up with these ladies. They are the best forever friends I could ask for. Love them. This is the only picture I have, thanks to Amanda, whom I stole it from! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp-FRdt2JYg/TiccToU7tlI/AAAAAAAABpI/LhXoxjlK9Fw/s320/july18.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the weekend with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Packards&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; parents took us to the zoo and out to eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was a little crazy and semi naughty due to the lack of sleep, but he enjoyed his grandma and grandpa time. And I enjoyed the extra help with the kids while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, we met up with Echo and the kids! Hooray! They came all the way from Texas and I got to spend almost a whole week with them. I don't know who enjoyed it more...me or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;. He is a huge fan of his older cousins and I couldn't believe how wonderful they were with him. They played hard, stayed up later than usual, and were and absolute joy to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last few days of the vacation we headed to Utah for the annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Karlson&lt;/span&gt; reunion. This year it was held at my grandparents house and it was a blast. My super fabulous cousins had a carnival for the kids while the golfers did their thing. After a morning of painting T-shirts, playing play dough, making necklaces, bubbles, scavenger hunts, cake walking, and fishing, little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not too tired for the Pine Wood Derby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; loves his special red car Scott made him. I'm sure its his new favorite toy of all time. We didn't win anything, but sure had fun. Scott even showed off his CO2 car, which was a major hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was spent at 7 peaks. Since my boys love the water, they were both in heaven. The park has little kids water slides that T could not get enough of. And the water was warm enough for Beckett. Again, after a day of fun, my kiddies were worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last day, my cousin Dev, took family pictures. I was so impressed with her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; isn't exactly a 'still' kid, but she did great getting him to look at the camera. Even though he was not having it at the end, he did pretty well for the first half. I can't wait to see how they turn out. Knowing my cousin, they will be just as fabulous as she.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how outstanding this week was. I love being around my family. I am so grateful I get them forever and ever. Hopefully, I can steal pictures soon and post some showing all of our fun. (So if anyone wants to donate, feel free!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great summer vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now back to real life. I am actually really looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-1381715171274419078?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1381715171274419078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1381715171274419078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1381715171274419078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1381715171274419078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pp-FRdt2JYg/TiccToU7tlI/AAAAAAAABpI/LhXoxjlK9Fw/s72-c/july18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1433253348410636125</id><published>2011-07-15T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:13:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>I'm in Poky right now, as we speak, blogging from my phone. This is probably the best you are going to get from me for about 10 days until I get back home. At which point I will blog about our lovely summer getaway/reunion. Until then, I intend on spending some quality time with family and taking absolutely zero pictures. Not by choice, I forgot my camera... Grrrr! Such is life. Let the relaxing begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-1433253348410636125?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1433253348410636125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1433253348410636125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1433253348410636125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1433253348410636125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/07/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4538545544448784819</id><published>2011-07-10T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:52:17.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Scotts Sunday Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This evening my dear husband decided to make cookies. Hooray for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01SQ33tO5yg/Thp8_ZQZxTI/AAAAAAAABZs/2a_VtwddH6Q/s320/DSC_0519.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627948112906143026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not quite sure why he needed a knife. Maybe it was to show how exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-thrilled he was to have me documenting the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While Scott was making cookies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; and I played about 12 dozen rounds of  "Baby Get You!", which consists of mommy carrying baby and chasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; around the house while he screams and squeals. Loud. At least it is noise of delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after my arms gave out, we heard screams and squeals from our other little boy. However, they were not as delightful as his older brothers. It's pretty common around these parts lately, because of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T2jyA3k2SE/Thp8_J1C8xI/AAAAAAAABZk/k2e9Z1LvIY4/s1600/DSC_0525.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T2jyA3k2SE/Thp8_J1C8xI/AAAAAAAABZk/k2e9Z1LvIY4/s320/DSC_0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627948108764869394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our baby B has started 'crawling' and apparently he can only do it if he is screaming out of frustration that he isn't going faster. I don't know, maybe that's how he pumps himself up. See the red eyes, proof of the hoot and hollering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He isn't moving his arms yet, but he has got this moving business down to an art. He pushes his bum up in the air, pulls his knees underneath him and lunges his body forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVfk8pQgXEo/Thp8qZ_sreI/AAAAAAAABZc/6gNQMG6V7nc/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVfk8pQgXEo/Thp8qZ_sreI/AAAAAAAABZc/6gNQMG6V7nc/s320/DSC_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627947752327261666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess whatever works, because he always gets what he wants. However, hopefully he'll learn to do it without all the ruckus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1oqF6GiY04/Thp8qKhj52I/AAAAAAAABZU/MlOBchhIkXw/s1600/DSC_0533.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1oqF6GiY04/Thp8qKhj52I/AAAAAAAABZU/MlOBchhIkXw/s320/DSC_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627947748174325602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aside from the the noise, it is causing one other problem. He has completely quite sleeping through the night. He 'crawls' in his crib at night, just to get stuck in the corner. And then the screaming of frustration really starts. It doesn't take long to move him out of the corner and get him calmed down, but the problem is it doesn't take long to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disturb&lt;/span&gt; my sleep either. I'm with him 30 seconds, but up 30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; cookie making, which is what this post is really supposed to be about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6kp0Xx0p8M/Thp8pxwzZHI/AAAAAAAABZM/YiTWfKa_p44/s1600/DSC_0536.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6kp0Xx0p8M/Thp8pxwzZHI/AAAAAAAABZM/YiTWfKa_p44/s320/DSC_0536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627947741527368818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not blogging about this as a "look I have proof my husband actually cooked", but rather "how lucky am I!" He is the sweetest guy and I love he made us cookies. Okay, he really made them for him, but he is kind enough to share. See, good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was delicious in dough form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsATxCX2TdU/Thp8piK-sYI/AAAAAAAABZE/RM4kwHpgaNI/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsATxCX2TdU/Thp8piK-sYI/AAAAAAAABZE/RM4kwHpgaNI/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627947737342194050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even better cooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mToOn3vaE0/Thp8pViyiLI/AAAAAAAABY8/LDDqzmPlvJ0/s1600/DSC_0541.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6mToOn3vaE0/Thp8pViyiLI/AAAAAAAABY8/LDDqzmPlvJ0/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627947733952399538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for making cookies honey. It was the perfect addition to our wonderful, loud-but wonderful, evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4538545544448784819?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4538545544448784819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4538545544448784819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4538545544448784819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4538545544448784819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/07/scotts-sunday-cookies.html' title='Scotts Sunday Cookies'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01SQ33tO5yg/Thp8_ZQZxTI/AAAAAAAABZs/2a_VtwddH6Q/s72-c/DSC_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4218952491912454035</id><published>2011-07-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:43:58.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>4th O' July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this years 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was an adventure, to say the least. Allow me to explain. We decided VERY last minute, and I mean VERY last minute to go up to Idaho to celebrate with our families. I don't do well with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt;, so it was stressful from the get go. Trying to get on the road involved an oil change, frantic packing, red finger nail polish all over the cream carpet (thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;) and a crying wife. Yikes, we should have stopped there, but we went on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The plan was to drive to Utah and stay the night at my Grandmas. About an hour into the drive, Scott noticed his brights weren't working right. And about two hours into the drive, we discovered we didn't have tail lights or brake lights, and our radio lights weren't working either. Luckily, we were right outside St. George. We got off the interstate and decided to stay the night. An arm and a leg later, we got a hotel room. Apparently last minute rooms with a dog in a hotel that only have 2 rooms left are pricey. Gratefully, the car was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; easy fix and we were back on the road in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inkom&lt;/span&gt; to start our vacation and leave the stress behind. It was fabulous. Saturday evening we went fishing with Grandpa Packard. I have to say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was a fan! He really wanted to catch a whale, but he was pretty excited about a plain old fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcMWswI4KQ/ThU8andOXyI/AAAAAAAABY0/mJzYJirKa7E/s320/DSC_0380.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469737435127586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-6OZ8GPp6k/ThU8aOF77BI/AAAAAAAABYs/Jubi2YEbeJ0/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-6OZ8GPp6k/ThU8aOF77BI/AAAAAAAABYs/Jubi2YEbeJ0/s320/DSC_0387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469730626563090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd0Ig4gRpnM/ThU8Zcu9fZI/AAAAAAAABYk/ShdhNF9PZHY/s1600/DSC_0422.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd0Ig4gRpnM/ThU8Zcu9fZI/AAAAAAAABYk/ShdhNF9PZHY/s320/DSC_0422.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469717376859538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; is smiling ear to ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0S80aHoG8o/ThU8KonDNPI/AAAAAAAABYc/MLKIH3E3DY4/s1600/DSC_0435.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0S80aHoG8o/ThU8KonDNPI/AAAAAAAABYc/MLKIH3E3DY4/s320/DSC_0435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469462866867442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 generations of fishers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I took a few pictures of T, I wanted to get some good ones of Beckett. It seems as though every time I post a picture of B, he is in his stroller. When we got back from fishing, this is what I found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4QMmclV96k/ThU8IkqaU5I/AAAAAAAABYU/MLuQLZZAhgo/s1600/DSC_0440.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4QMmclV96k/ThU8IkqaU5I/AAAAAAAABYU/MLuQLZZAhgo/s320/DSC_0440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469427447485330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pictures for Saturday were a bust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After fishing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed a few minutes on the tire swing. We gotta get us one of these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teie-E7e_QE/ThU8IDqmfrI/AAAAAAAABYM/NrsxXecp4S4/s1600/DSC_0444.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teie-E7e_QE/ThU8IDqmfrI/AAAAAAAABYM/NrsxXecp4S4/s320/DSC_0444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469418589912754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett finally woke up. Confused, but awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_J241VBWLQ/ThU8Hu5Mw1I/AAAAAAAABYE/mbZpqvcQMI0/s1600/DSC_0454.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_J241VBWLQ/ThU8Hu5Mw1I/AAAAAAAABYE/mbZpqvcQMI0/s320/DSC_0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469413013996370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent Sunday at my parents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chubbuck&lt;/span&gt;. It was awesome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; played outside in a little pool. We forgot extra clothes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Inkom&lt;/span&gt;, so he got to run around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt;. He loved every minute. And I loved every minute of having 3 sets of extra helping hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday was breakfast at the park, the parade, snow cones, train rides and fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is my second favorite holiday, only behind Christmas. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OexdVpemlwI/ThU8EZcuVuI/AAAAAAAABX8/syWASMvgxTU/s1600/DSC_0461.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OexdVpemlwI/ThU8EZcuVuI/AAAAAAAABX8/syWASMvgxTU/s320/DSC_0461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626469355717809890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who graduated to an umbrella stroller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4imgKzVN9M/ThU7bR__O0I/AAAAAAAABX0/A8quM4RIMw4/s1600/DSC_0474.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4imgKzVN9M/ThU7bR__O0I/AAAAAAAABX0/A8quM4RIMw4/s320/DSC_0474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626468649343597378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is possibly my favorite picture of the weekend. Scott and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; were watching the parade come over the hill. See the clouds in the background? Yes, it rained the night before and threatened to most the morning. We didn't pack warm clothes for the kiddies, so my mom came to the rescue and bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; a sweater and jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4OVtPR8ZEE/ThU7azQtskI/AAAAAAAABXs/iZ7h95FRCzM/s1600/DSC_0485.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4OVtPR8ZEE/ThU7azQtskI/AAAAAAAABXs/iZ7h95FRCzM/s320/DSC_0485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626468641092252226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did a great job, huh? How cute is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was determined to get a family picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AG6Y_LY-5to/ThU7Zu5SCXI/AAAAAAAABXk/vkpjSdEXR84/s1600/DSC_0496.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AG6Y_LY-5to/ThU7Zu5SCXI/AAAAAAAABXk/vkpjSdEXR84/s320/DSC_0496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626468622740359538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I'm learning the more people we add to our family, the harder it is to get a picture. I guess you take what you can get! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That evening we went to Blackfoot for fireworks with our brother in laws family. Let me tell you a little story about my 2 year old. There was a little girl there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Taydens&lt;/span&gt; age and cute as can be. Oh, he loved her. They played and chased each other most the night. As soon as the fireworks started, he grabbed her little cheeks and...wait for it....KISSED her! I guess we'll have to keep an eye on our little passion flower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got up pretty early Tuesday to head home. Scott had to be to work Wednesday, so we did the trip in one day. ONE. VERY. LONG. DAY. We stopped in Utah for a few hours to see my grandpa in the hospital, change clothes and get some food. The rest of the trip was pretty awful. It literally took us 2 hours to go less 100 miles. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; had to go "Potty potty in the grass" 3 times in 20 minutes. And of course, one of those involved a tour bus full of people and a huge line to the bathroom. One of us, who will remain nameless, got sick on the way and had to stop 2 times in 15 minutes. And the baby had to eat in the midst of all the potty breaks. We ran into some MAJOR rain and ended the day 14 hours after it had started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, it was all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look forward to the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; all year and it is meant to be spent with family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And look at this handsome man. There's a rumor going around: This babe is growing a head of red hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7D85U7PM_c/ThU7YVxT8rI/AAAAAAAABXc/roWwlgOX6ms/s1600/DSC_0504.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7D85U7PM_c/ThU7YVxT8rI/AAAAAAAABXc/roWwlgOX6ms/s320/DSC_0504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626468598816174770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what? It's true. His hair is finally long enough you can see the color in a picture. Isn't it the greatest? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGH4nEf1bmI/ThU7X2ph-iI/AAAAAAAABXU/j1HWtKC5F_Q/s1600/DSC_0505.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGH4nEf1bmI/ThU7X2ph-iI/AAAAAAAABXU/j1HWtKC5F_Q/s320/DSC_0505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626468590462040610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grateful for this country and the freedoms we enjoy. As the years pass and I grow older, I understand just how blessed we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God Bless America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(So, question bloggers. When I edit my photos, they are crystal clear on my computer. But when I add them to blogger they come out blurry. Any solutions?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-4218952491912454035?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/4218952491912454035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=4218952491912454035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4218952491912454035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/4218952491912454035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-o-july.html' title='4th O&apos; July'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcMWswI4KQ/ThU8andOXyI/AAAAAAAABY0/mJzYJirKa7E/s72-c/DSC_0380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-2296960883567288490</id><published>2011-06-28T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:59:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snack Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First a little story for Grandma(s) and Grandpa(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very rarely do we turn the TV on before 10:30 or 11:00. I try very hard to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; engaged with other things during the morning while I am doing my daily chores. Well, one morning I was making a 'business' phone call and needed the children to be quite. So, I turned on the TV to occupy them. Horrible? Probably. But I did it anyway. Beckett is just starting to take a little interest in the tube, so I tried laying him back on Daddy's recliner. We have to lay him back or he tries to sit up a little too far and ends up face planting it. We are dwindling on options besides the floor. I try to mix it up for him. Turns out he loves the recliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvSNxvK8khc/Tgq6QAP_3oI/AAAAAAAABXM/GL8UHmPLvPo/s320/DSC_0354.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623511868833259138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; wanted in on the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsdK0qvM-FM/Tgq6Psv4NKI/AAAAAAAABXE/qti8VFsWLdM/s320/DSC_0355.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623511863598265506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't get over how cute they looked hanging out in PJ's on Dad's recliner watching some cartoons. It's moments like these that make me extremely excited to see them grow up together. They love each other more than anything. Both the boys were so good and were enjoying sitting by one another so much, that I let them hang out like that for a while. Some rules are okay to break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now just a quick question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who lets their kid play in the backyard like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tee Shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baseball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sandals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhDymt9p7dw/Tgq6Pi2ejMI/AAAAAAAABW8/Y1j2HWagJbk/s1600/DSC_0371.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WhDymt9p7dw/Tgq6Pi2ejMI/AAAAAAAABW8/Y1j2HWagJbk/s320/DSC_0371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623511860941589698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and of course... a snack pack pudding face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCYsWWVwYdM/Tgq6PUxsDSI/AAAAAAAABW0/J_COk5POq2E/s320/DSC_0369.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623511857163406626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just makes him so darn happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-2296960883567288490?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/2296960883567288490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=2296960883567288490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2296960883567288490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2296960883567288490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/snack-pack.html' title='Snack Pack'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvSNxvK8khc/Tgq6QAP_3oI/AAAAAAAABXM/GL8UHmPLvPo/s72-c/DSC_0354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-2598663705181202281</id><published>2011-06-27T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:21:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week we had our very first visitors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; little sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharlee&lt;/span&gt; and her husband Jeff came to see us for a few days. It was a blast. Although, we didn't do much (I still need to learn the attractions around town), we still had fun. We spent some time at Hoover Dam, which I am not a huge fan of. It was cool and neat and everything...but I am terrified of my kids falling. Off of anything really- balcony's, ladders, half-walls, anything taller than 8ft. So Hoover Dam was a bit of challenge for me. I did get some good pictures though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvYQ5N7R_vc/TglcTiN2lbI/AAAAAAAABWs/YYm-SG-KiOQ/s320/DSC_0296.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623127100420953522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy how much the water has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receded&lt;/span&gt; in the past 70 years. The water was the prettiest blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1wGSXOczxI/TglcObR8u6I/AAAAAAAABWk/wxk_k7eWIOs/s1600/DSC_0298.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1wGSXOczxI/TglcObR8u6I/AAAAAAAABWk/wxk_k7eWIOs/s320/DSC_0298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623127012659739554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just my handsome husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0RbG78pMUA/TglcN5pnjlI/AAAAAAAABWc/i2SzjXDwLmo/s1600/DSC_0302.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0RbG78pMUA/TglcN5pnjlI/AAAAAAAABWc/i2SzjXDwLmo/s320/DSC_0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623127003632209490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sharlee&lt;/span&gt;. The bridge in the background is the new interstate bridge. Its HUGE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yG_th0PWyP0/TglcNt8Z-pI/AAAAAAAABWU/dUFSXQilkQM/s1600/DSC_0310.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yG_th0PWyP0/TglcNt8Z-pI/AAAAAAAABWU/dUFSXQilkQM/s320/DSC_0310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623127000489786002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure what these guys were, but they were cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aCF_AsRbQQ/TglcNLJiYgI/AAAAAAAABWM/lCJImn23LRU/s1600/DSC_0312.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1aCF_AsRbQQ/TglcNLJiYgI/AAAAAAAABWM/lCJImn23LRU/s320/DSC_0312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623126991149621762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking up at the strange guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XguAbFHwhTE/TglcM-TqbrI/AAAAAAAABWE/XXlBHRG1at0/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XguAbFHwhTE/TglcM-TqbrI/AAAAAAAABWE/XXlBHRG1at0/s320/DSC_0321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623126987702431410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family under a worker. Notice the sweet new double stroller? Love at first sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also played plenty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; golf, which Scott and I now love, and enjoyed dinner and frozen yogurt. It was so wonderful having them here, even if we bummed around most the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was in heaven and loved the extra attention. And that's putting it lightly. He begged them to play all day long, sat with them whenever we watched TV, ate all their fruit snacks, and followed them all around the house. He was heartbroken when they left. But can't wait to go to their house when we head back to the 208 in 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for being the first visitors guys. It was so great having you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-2598663705181202281?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/2598663705181202281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=2598663705181202281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2598663705181202281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/2598663705181202281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/visitors-1.html' title='Visitors #1'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvYQ5N7R_vc/TglcTiN2lbI/AAAAAAAABWs/YYm-SG-KiOQ/s72-c/DSC_0296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-278809990587962252</id><published>2011-06-23T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:59:40.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little monster is 5 months old! I totally planning on doing a photo shoot for him, but things have been crazy busy, so you'll have to settle for a picture from the phone for now. He went to the doctor today, a little behind schedule (that's what happens when you move), but we made it. He weighs in 19.9 lbs and is 26 inches long. As the Doc said, he is GINORMOUS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUoFfhA86lc/TgOm1ldbIhI/AAAAAAAABV8/YmxNaA24Ok0/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621520199407313426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 5 Months our Beckett Boy is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Sleeping like a champ. He cries himself to sleep and wakes up around 4:00 am to eat, then back to bed until 8:00&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Loves his brother. Nobody can make him laugh as hard as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is starting to roll over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Is constantly smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has started to whine when I leave the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Can spin in a complete circle when laying on his belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Sits up rather well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has started rice cereal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Enjoys the water! He loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has almost out grown is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Not the greatest traveler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Has red hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This chubby little baby makes our family so happy. I can't imagine a day without him. I am so glad the Lord blessed us with this sweet spirit. I thank him everyday for my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, we just had our first visitors! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sharlee&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; little sister) and her husband Jeff came and stayed for a few days! It was a blast. I will put pictures up soon, but probably not until after my mommy leaves. Yup, my mom is on her way! Can't wait to see her! Its been a fantastic week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOORAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-278809990587962252?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/278809990587962252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=278809990587962252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/278809990587962252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/278809990587962252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUoFfhA86lc/TgOm1ldbIhI/AAAAAAAABV8/YmxNaA24Ok0/s72-c/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5851334804600120534</id><published>2011-06-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:05:10.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Pump It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning we headed to Pump It Up with some friends from the ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a warehouse full of bouncy houses on steroids. Perfect for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of the fun houses:  The slide was definitely my boys favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNaeeauibgo/Tfwv0JtJC1I/AAAAAAAABV0/3AW_keAZmSE/s320/DSC_0259.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619419008056494930" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwq9r6AZ3sk/TfwvzrV5yYI/AAAAAAAABVs/haJ1pxmKjYc/s1600/DSC_0276.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwq9r6AZ3sk/TfwvzrV5yYI/AAAAAAAABVs/haJ1pxmKjYc/s320/DSC_0276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619418999905962370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUYcJ3urGgg/TfwvzfgD33I/AAAAAAAABVk/KJLHcX8IPk0/s1600/DSC_0274.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUYcJ3urGgg/TfwvzfgD33I/AAAAAAAABVk/KJLHcX8IPk0/s320/DSC_0274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619418996727340914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; had a blast with his new friends. Sadly to say, this is the only picture I got of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; going down the gigantic slide. Funny story though. See how his feet caught under the edge? It sent him spinning the rest of the way down. He laughed and laughed. Every time after that he would get as close to the edge as possible. Dare devil! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrastTNZ1uw/TfwvpNHzjBI/AAAAAAAABVc/pRnMNSmIZ8I/s1600/DSC_0260.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrastTNZ1uw/TfwvpNHzjBI/AAAAAAAABVc/pRnMNSmIZ8I/s320/DSC_0260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619418819995077650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also enjoyed the blow up basketball court. Shocker, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3rHF9VfssE/Tfwvo-UOMEI/AAAAAAAABVU/GkuKYKIhNkc/s1600/DSC_0277.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3rHF9VfssE/Tfwvo-UOMEI/AAAAAAAABVU/GkuKYKIhNkc/s320/DSC_0277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619418816020623426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11D6B_3Q-tA/TfwvoM6XyoI/AAAAAAAABVE/b4HKXc-WBko/s320/DSC_0280.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619418802758863490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all I would call the day a huge success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1cDeVIMUrw/TfwvopUfXXI/AAAAAAAABVM/11m0QIGRbkA/s320/DSC_0264.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619418810384604530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; would agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-5851334804600120534?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5851334804600120534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5851334804600120534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5851334804600120534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5851334804600120534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/pump-it-up.html' title='Pump It Up'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNaeeauibgo/Tfwv0JtJC1I/AAAAAAAABV0/3AW_keAZmSE/s72-c/DSC_0259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8736034655240101867</id><published>2011-06-16T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:22:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One reason, among many, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas so far: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new library down the road and the summer reading program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5pX82cF1q4/TfrRdBmkEVI/AAAAAAAABU8/hq56r0TFWHo/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619033781674709330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For every book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; reads, he gets to color a duck. After 6 ducks, he gets a rubber ducky. After 12 ducks, he gets board book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is loving it. I am loving it. Every night after Beckett goes to bed, T picks a new library book, cuddles in my lap and we read. We had a pretty good routine of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-Beckett, but it started to diminish after he was born. I can't even begin to tell you how happy it makes me to read at night with him again. We read during the day, but it isn't the same. At night, it is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; and Mommy time and I can be 100% devoted to him. We only have to read 1 to color a duck, but we normally end up reading 5 or 6. Bonus for me, I could cuddle that boy all day if he'd let me. Then he colors his duck, shows his dad and he is off to brush his teeth and get PJ's on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a really fun thing to share with him and a good excuse to get back into the routine of 1 on 1 reading. So, thank you Windmill Library for giving me one more reason to love Vegas and making the move a little easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-8736034655240101867?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8736034655240101867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8736034655240101867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8736034655240101867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8736034655240101867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/loving-las-vegas.html' title='Loving Las Vegas'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5pX82cF1q4/TfrRdBmkEVI/AAAAAAAABU8/hq56r0TFWHo/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-3928326479851490947</id><published>2011-06-12T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:57:18.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Sunday Slumbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best thing about 8:00 (yes, I said 8:00) church is the household nap time that follows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-863y3d3g0oU/TfUnk-fE-zI/AAAAAAAABU0/dPnUQIVu6Hw/s320/DSC_0542.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617439626416683826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Every perfect nap includes a reversible luxury sleeping mask!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0JE5LiPHAw/TfUnkhnfinI/AAAAAAAABUs/7XqqBBnGrxU/s1600/DSC_0544.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0JE5LiPHAw/TfUnkhnfinI/AAAAAAAABUs/7XqqBBnGrxU/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617439618667350642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tETGQWX-dHc/TfUnkYHrqGI/AAAAAAAABUk/F5gh6ur7lpQ/s1600/DSC_0545.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tETGQWX-dHc/TfUnkYHrqGI/AAAAAAAABUk/F5gh6ur7lpQ/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617439616118007906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll go join them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-3928326479851490947?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/3928326479851490947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=3928326479851490947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3928326479851490947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3928326479851490947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-slumbers.html' title='Sunday Slumbers'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-863y3d3g0oU/TfUnk-fE-zI/AAAAAAAABU0/dPnUQIVu6Hw/s72-c/DSC_0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1650029531665651247</id><published>2011-06-10T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:57:19.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Hot Wheel Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was in need of some major fun. I had been on the phone for what seemed like hours trying to figure out the boys medical records, new banking, insurance, blah blah blah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, the boys were being a little neglected. So when I was finished I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; what he would like to do. This is what we came up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot wheel hill: And it was awesome! Despite how exhausting our stairs are, especially when toting around Beckett, they sure are fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6TrEKa9DO0/TfLcJ5oGkgI/AAAAAAAABUU/JCGSoofYWpk/s320/DSC_0526.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616793747930386946" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh4EPki_LUs/TfLniCoyLhI/AAAAAAAABUc/Qhzyi7fsU90/s320/DSC_0531.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616806257293930002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett enjoyed the show too! Isn't he getting so big? I finally was able to set up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. appointment for him so we will have official stats next week. Can't wait to see how this guy measures up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-Ox9Djna54/TfLcJlCaqMI/AAAAAAAABUM/Y4Kwj1YhABw/s1600/DSC_0530.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things in Vegas are going well. We are getting into a routine, Scott has started work and we are settling into life. I am starting to feel like our house is our home and I dare say I'm happy. I love the activities that the city offers, but I love that we can come home to our quiet family friendly neighborhood. The weather has been wonderful so far, ask me again in August, I'm sure my opinion will differ. As we speak I am sitting outside blogging, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; is playing in the backyard with Tanner, and Scott is doing yard work. (Don't worry, Beckett is bed...I don't neglect my children that bad!) It's awesome. It's peaceful. Church has been great also. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; stayed in nursery last Sunday while Scott and I attended class. That in itself is a miracle. I'm even getting used to the constant air traffic. Again, another miracle. But all in all, I really like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I might even consider it home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-1650029531665651247?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1650029531665651247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1650029531665651247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1650029531665651247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1650029531665651247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/hot-wheel-hill.html' title='Hot Wheel Hill'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6TrEKa9DO0/TfLcJ5oGkgI/AAAAAAAABUU/JCGSoofYWpk/s72-c/DSC_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7116523795595839914</id><published>2011-06-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:15:10.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No real reason for this post. Just some pictures of the past few weeks from my phone. Man, my kids are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qzXtVZtbc0/TexfwZ39zvI/AAAAAAAABUE/Nqg5UoWK8LA/s320/photo_5%255B1%255D.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614968120608149234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmCQsr0LKqA/Texfv1n4YDI/AAAAAAAABT8/aern8UXfiGI/s1600/photo_4%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmCQsr0LKqA/Texfv1n4YDI/AAAAAAAABT8/aern8UXfiGI/s320/photo_4%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614968110877007922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;. This kid knows how to relax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOQuZuRjfu4/TexfvVSiKKI/AAAAAAAABT0/iOU0JQ37FiM/s1600/photo_3%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOQuZuRjfu4/TexfvVSiKKI/AAAAAAAABT0/iOU0JQ37FiM/s320/photo_3%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614968102197536930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing trains together. Can't wait to watch them grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dryKxHn9YJA/Texfu3T-_AI/AAAAAAAABTs/9F8-rXyTVjM/s1600/photo_2%255B2%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dryKxHn9YJA/Texfu3T-_AI/AAAAAAAABTs/9F8-rXyTVjM/s320/photo_2%255B2%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614968094150556674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Napping Buddies. (Notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Becketts&lt;/span&gt; drool? Awesome!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib0RzKerwyw/Texfumt-fuI/AAAAAAAABTk/_UnzYF3hjO0/s1600/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib0RzKerwyw/Texfumt-fuI/AAAAAAAABTk/_UnzYF3hjO0/s320/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614968089696173794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7gJ0bWK7SNo/TexfNRhFLFI/AAAAAAAABTc/hx3fxFvNPiI/s1600/photo_4%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7gJ0bWK7SNo/TexfNRhFLFI/AAAAAAAABTc/hx3fxFvNPiI/s320/photo_4%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614967517069257810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;, Beckett and I were sitting in the rocking chair and little T fell fast asleep, even after Beckett and I moved. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm-OidsObU8/TexfM29ocuI/AAAAAAAABTU/e-GMeAgvo-M/s1600/photo_3%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm-OidsObU8/TexfM29ocuI/AAAAAAAABTU/e-GMeAgvo-M/s320/photo_3%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614967509941252834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; loves to pick his nose, gross I know, we're working on it. Anyway, this morning he was helping brother get the boogers out. How thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HS76IXQEr38/TexfMZrOjAI/AAAAAAAABTM/9XHhK9_Zpao/s1600/photo_2%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HS76IXQEr38/TexfMZrOjAI/AAAAAAAABTM/9XHhK9_Zpao/s320/photo_2%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614967502079429634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beckett is getting so strong and so close to rolling over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkSxyuOlva8/TexfMPyWMsI/AAAAAAAABTE/O-JOHnviDUM/s1600/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkSxyuOlva8/TexfMPyWMsI/AAAAAAAABTE/O-JOHnviDUM/s320/photo_1%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614967499424936642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biggest smile ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-7116523795595839914?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7116523795595839914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7116523795595839914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7116523795595839914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7116523795595839914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-reason.html' title='No Reason...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qzXtVZtbc0/TexfwZ39zvI/AAAAAAAABUE/Nqg5UoWK8LA/s72-c/photo_5%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-172983991830066933</id><published>2011-06-02T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:08:05.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Feeding the Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few posts ago, I promised pictures of feeding the 'neighborhood' ducks. Well, the pictures are in. We took a walk to feed them tonight and I snapped a few shots. I'll let the pictures do most the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; down to the hot spot. You can see the ducks coming up the course. They live, for lack of a better word, at a pond on the golf course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2Y8ELpkZ1E/Teh27wr6NJI/AAAAAAAABS8/DV9sAl8GFmk/s320/DSC_0489.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867704570754194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now they are really coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf5YWj1QG1k/Teh27k_-CoI/AAAAAAAABS0/-oAfROvQJ5U/s1600/DSC_0495.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf5YWj1QG1k/Teh27k_-CoI/AAAAAAAABS0/-oAfROvQJ5U/s320/DSC_0495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867701433666178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This mallard was particularly fond of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;...and the bread!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_1lupy8Tck/Teh27DbGVLI/AAAAAAAABSo/t2beugAela0/s1600/DSC_0501.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_1lupy8Tck/Teh27DbGVLI/AAAAAAAABSo/t2beugAela0/s320/DSC_0501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867692420650162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I think the feeling was mutual. Can you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; bending down by the stroller saying "HI" to all his ducks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxk52AuzaJM/Teh262UNMXI/AAAAAAAABSk/3G50or6dVYc/s1600/DSC_0510.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxk52AuzaJM/Teh262UNMXI/AAAAAAAABSk/3G50or6dVYc/s320/DSC_0510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867688902078834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the pigeons too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbm14C3M6tk/Teh2v0d7DPI/AAAAAAAABSc/6jeYDaP6j70/s1600/DSC_0513.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbm14C3M6tk/Teh2v0d7DPI/AAAAAAAABSc/6jeYDaP6j70/s320/DSC_0513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867499427400946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, Beckett is chilling in his stroller...again. The problem with having a 20 lb baby is well, he is 20 lbs. He is hard to lug around all day. Thank heavens for strollers and a happy boy who loves them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9yJrVhfcng/Teh2vBtPgKI/AAAAAAAABSU/KRdB-wgh2tk/s1600/DSC_0516.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9yJrVhfcng/Teh2vBtPgKI/AAAAAAAABSU/KRdB-wgh2tk/s320/DSC_0516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867485801447586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The darn ducks would get a little too close for comfort, so Scott taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; how to keep them back. He would say, "Back ducks back", which is a mouthful for a 2 year old! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vQ3PGxnRxQ/Teh2u1Gs9KI/AAAAAAAABSM/evpbcgtZIX4/s1600/DSC_0518.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vQ3PGxnRxQ/Teh2u1Gs9KI/AAAAAAAABSM/evpbcgtZIX4/s320/DSC_0518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867482418574498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again with his friend. We might have to name that one. (If we can pick him out of the crowd!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was telling the duck, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Come'on&lt;/span&gt; duck!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFR_MMgn0k4/Teh2uY8Ql7I/AAAAAAAABSA/Vkqoj4mMdmU/s1600/DSC_0519.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFR_MMgn0k4/Teh2uY8Ql7I/AAAAAAAABSA/Vkqoj4mMdmU/s320/DSC_0519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867474858579890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day we had one happy little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pWkdfJ7EnI/Teh2t8Vv9dI/AAAAAAAABR8/E91jtAhmOhE/s1600/DSC_0521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pWkdfJ7EnI/Teh2t8Vv9dI/AAAAAAAABR8/E91jtAhmOhE/s320/DSC_0521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613867467180864978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-172983991830066933?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/172983991830066933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=172983991830066933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/172983991830066933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/172983991830066933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/06/feeding-ducks.html' title='Feeding the Ducks'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2Y8ELpkZ1E/Teh27wr6NJI/AAAAAAAABS8/DV9sAl8GFmk/s72-c/DSC_0489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-5506644701968267359</id><published>2011-05-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:05:53.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Alphabetical Gratitude List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irplanes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt; Conditioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B: &lt;/b&gt;My &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oys&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ook&lt;/span&gt; of Mormon. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ed. &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;etulas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C: C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ars&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hocolate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;ell Phones. &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;allings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D: D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ogs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;ads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E: E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ternity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F: F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;amily&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;riendship&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;eet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G: G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;race. &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;randparents&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;arage&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H: H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ouse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ome&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;eros&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; Water. &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ealth&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;usbands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I: I&lt;/b&gt;n-laws. &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;daho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J: J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;esus&lt;/span&gt; Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K: K&lt;/b&gt;ids. &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;isses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nowledge&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L: L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;essons&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;aughing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ists&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M: M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;aiden&lt;/span&gt; Name. &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;usic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;issions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;oney&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;oms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N: N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;aptime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;evada&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ourishment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;achos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O: O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;cean&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;rganizing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P: P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;atience&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;arenthood&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;eanut&lt;/span&gt; Butter. &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ictures&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;aychecks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: Q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;uiet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R: R&lt;/b&gt;est. &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;elaxation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;eunions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;outine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;eading&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S: S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;uccess&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;trollers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;horts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;leep&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T: T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;weezers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;estimony&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U:  U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;nity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V: V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;ictory&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;acation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W: W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;alks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ords&lt;/span&gt; with Friends. &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ater&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;X: &lt;/b&gt;e&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;ercise&lt;/span&gt;. e&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;amples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y: Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;outh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z: Z&lt;/b&gt;ion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-5506644701968267359?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/5506644701968267359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=5506644701968267359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5506644701968267359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/5506644701968267359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/abcs-of-gratitude.html' title='ABC&apos;s of Gratitude'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6089028395110324520</id><published>2011-05-25T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:52:30.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash or Treasure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; toys are usually trash at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not these 'guys' (as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; calls them)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet the fantastic four! Not sure how we got two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;batmans&lt;/span&gt;, but hey, one extra guy makes my guy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlL4lNj-Lr4/Td1iNYIDzVI/AAAAAAAABQ8/SguErUlJoOw/s320/DSC_0486.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748692727582034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; loves his 'guys'. I always find them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Riding four wheelers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0pZilxRW18/Td1iYMxPlfI/AAAAAAAABRs/_6aOrnCocYY/s1600/DSC_0478.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0pZilxRW18/Td1iYMxPlfI/AAAAAAAABRs/_6aOrnCocYY/s320/DSC_0478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748878657656306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Or getting stuck in the steamroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRXuGilmw1s/Td1iX9VRvSI/AAAAAAAABRk/v1l4J1ODrbY/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WRXuGilmw1s/Td1iX9VRvSI/AAAAAAAABRk/v1l4J1ODrbY/s320/DSC_0480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748874513825058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Fighting on the window seal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTt28scJT-8/Td1iO7JlNkI/AAAAAAAABRc/dYY0_IRI_6g/s1600/DSC_0482.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTt28scJT-8/Td1iO7JlNkI/AAAAAAAABRc/dYY0_IRI_6g/s320/DSC_0482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748719309076034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...And picking up hitch hiking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nemos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGUHtmClfzI/Td1iObdK2kI/AAAAAAAABRU/7TLe_YXTSUg/s1600/DSC_0483.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGUHtmClfzI/Td1iObdK2kI/AAAAAAAABRU/7TLe_YXTSUg/s320/DSC_0483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748710801300034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Or just riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nemo&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvo6Jj8B0Jo/Td1iN2AutkI/AAAAAAAABRM/Oxybjtq86J4/s1600/DSC_0484.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvo6Jj8B0Jo/Td1iN2AutkI/AAAAAAAABRM/Oxybjtq86J4/s320/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748700749903426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...A sea turtle is always a good option too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yJTUKbX9qo/Td1iNmaa84I/AAAAAAAABRE/QlMum9ypIOE/s1600/DSC_0485.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yJTUKbX9qo/Td1iNmaa84I/AAAAAAAABRE/QlMum9ypIOE/s320/DSC_0485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610748696562692994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; sure loves these guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I sure love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-6089028395110324520?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6089028395110324520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6089028395110324520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6089028395110324520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6089028395110324520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/trash-or-treasure.html' title='Trash or Treasure?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlL4lNj-Lr4/Td1iNYIDzVI/AAAAAAAABQ8/SguErUlJoOw/s72-c/DSC_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8478081096082748606</id><published>2011-05-21T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:30:41.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know...I just blogged yesterday, but I don't think the Grandma's will mind the extra pictures. Our pool opened today, so we decided to head on down and take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; to the water park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxB8TwofVbg/TdiYtYWQqrI/AAAAAAAABQ0/voreVrroRxE/s320/DSC_0430.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609401241287305906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The water was a little too cold for Beckett, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; sure loved it. We literally had to pull him out of the water because his body was shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After swimming, we took him to run and play in the grass. He must really miss it. He kept telling us, "I'm playing in the grass!" and then would laugh and laugh. Cutest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finished the evening with a few minutes at the park and a couple trips down the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about a happy little camper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just noticed I don't have any pictures of little Beckett Boy. He just hung out in the stroller most the time enjoying the sun. He is my content little man. Love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk4VKoPY8wc/TdiYtCIxm3I/AAAAAAAABQs/VVMJxCRLR7Q/s1600/DSC_0421.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk4VKoPY8wc/TdiYtCIxm3I/AAAAAAAABQs/VVMJxCRLR7Q/s320/DSC_0421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609401235325164402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wsQIMg7w0Lw/TdiYs4alHjI/AAAAAAAABQk/jPM34uot7_o/s1600/DSC_0440.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSgtX0vWUnc/TdiYcImQV9I/AAAAAAAABP8/BORi_R0zzBM/s320/DSC_0461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609400945001650130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9CLwzLUuJI/TdiYb45mppI/AAAAAAAABP0/I8oNl8A2S80/s1600/DSC_0467.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9CLwzLUuJI/TdiYb45mppI/AAAAAAAABP0/I8oNl8A2S80/s320/DSC_0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609400940787836562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VymTm7djyRI/TdiYblp3yrI/AAAAAAAABPs/75f0gTboaUM/s1600/DSC_0468.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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"&gt;Since Scott starts work on Monday and we have spent most the week unpacking and settling in, we decided to have a Friday Fun Day. It started with the hubs letting mommy sleep in an extra hour and making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; waffles for breakfast. Perfect start if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; watched Finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; all morning in preparation for the afternoon festivities: The Shark Reef Aquarium. Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; has had a major obsession with Finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; as of late, and loves all things shark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nemo&lt;/span&gt; and/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dori&lt;/span&gt; fish and sea turtles. He has some figurines my sister got him of most the characters and insists on sleeping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; and one other fish of choice. The kid has got it bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, this afternoon we took the boys to the Shark Aquarium at Mandalay Bay. He was in heaven. I would love to say I have tons of great pictures to share, but to tell the truth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; was so into looking at the fish and everything else - he did not have an extra second to look at me or the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This picture tells a pretty funny story. T was looking for the animal in the cage, little did he know that the alligator was right next to him getting ready to go up for some air. As soon as that gator moved, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; screamed and starting kicking his little legs. It scared him so bad. He wasn't sure of the glass or the safety it provided. Oh I laughed so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH75knvIlP0/TddBzbb9jNI/AAAAAAAABPk/7ZAfQEUA834/s320/DSC_0377.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609024212707413202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Beckett was not so impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wocx3-pVUhY/TddBy-IpTcI/AAAAAAAABPc/oJlgZUfdRVk/s1600/DSC_0382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wocx3-pVUhY/TddBy-IpTcI/AAAAAAAABPc/oJlgZUfdRVk/s320/DSC_0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609024204841766338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was jabbering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; ear off about what fish bite and what fish are nice. He is constantly asking if things bite. If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anwser&lt;/span&gt; is no, then he proceeds to tell you that they are nice. For example, we had a little conversation today that went as so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T: Mama, airplanes bite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: No, airplanes don't bite. Airplanes fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T: (in a matter in fact voice) Mama, airplanes nice. Airplanes don't bite. Airplanes fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Yes, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnn8G-6cXWo/TddByv_GOhI/AAAAAAAABPU/nK-2A2uXzOA/s1600/DSC_0385.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnn8G-6cXWo/TddByv_GOhI/AAAAAAAABPU/nK-2A2uXzOA/s320/DSC_0385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609024201043622418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touching the sting rays. Proof that I was in fact there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLl7RSc9_Pc/TddByUh7HOI/AAAAAAAABPM/h2nU3-q48Kg/s1600/DSC_0399.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLl7RSc9_Pc/TddByUh7HOI/AAAAAAAABPM/h2nU3-q48Kg/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609024193673501922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you could see the smile on his face when the sharks went by. He would clap his hands and call the sharks, "Here shark shark shark". We laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3CJXeUQpjg/TddBxxCxGVI/AAAAAAAABPE/a-bmOq5MChM/s1600/DSC_0402.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3CJXeUQpjg/TddBxxCxGVI/AAAAAAAABPE/a-bmOq5MChM/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609024184147581266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; part for our little guy was that he didn't get to hold a baby shark. Not so sure where he got the idea that he would be able to, but he REALLY wanted to hold a baby shark. He gets funnier and funnier everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Fun Friday was a success. Hopefully we get to see Dad enough to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-1892735638851239254?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1892735638851239254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1892735638851239254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1892735638851239254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1892735638851239254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/shark-reef.html' title='Shark Reef'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AH75knvIlP0/TddBzbb9jNI/AAAAAAAABPk/7ZAfQEUA834/s72-c/DSC_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-1305457748846015901</id><published>2011-05-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:55:16.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><title type='text'>Back to Normal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since the move, this little Mister hasn't been sleeping like he should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VqqHluH9YQ/TdQwlHWaPKI/AAAAAAAABO8/RMPYLPLUgTw/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608160850169445538" /&gt;Because we had the crib packed up, spent a few nights in a hotel and then didn't have the right tool to set up the crib right away-Beckett had to sleep with us for about a week. He loved it. Scott and I hated it. So when it was time to sleep in his own bed, he was not having it. However, we stuck with it and B gave us 6 hours of peace last night. Its a far cry from normal, but I think we are back on the path to sleepy nights. Cross your fingers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-1305457748846015901?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/1305457748846015901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=1305457748846015901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1305457748846015901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/1305457748846015901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to Normal?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VqqHluH9YQ/TdQwlHWaPKI/AAAAAAAABO8/RMPYLPLUgTw/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-8747612865026759316</id><published>2011-05-16T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:11:39.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LV Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sitting at my table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day has come and we are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its is still surreal and I feel like we are on vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and a few minutes to blog, so here is the update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday. Scott drove the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uhaul&lt;/span&gt; and I took the kids. My mom rode down with us and helped us get 'settled in', which probably won't be happening any time soon. The boxes seem to be coming out our ears. They are everywhere. Seriously. Everywhere. No matter how many I unpack, there is another one around the corner. Oh well, with time, I suppose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And before I forget, a quick and huge THANK YOU to our families. We could not have made the move without you guys. The cleaning, the packing, the babysitting, the time off work, etc...is all so very much appreciated. I am going to miss having that support system. Love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, back to Vegas. We live in a gated community called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rhoades&lt;/span&gt; Ranch. Its a very active area and super family friendly. People are always out walking their dog, running, going for evening family strolls, or feeding the ducks. Which, by the way, is hilarious. We have been telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; that we would feed the ducks, so tonight we fulfilled that promise. These ducks are so used to the people bringing them bread, they come running to you. Its the funniest thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; loved it. He would hold out his little hands and say, "Here birdie, birdie, birdie." I'll take pictures...as soon as the camera gets unpacked. But as for our neighborhood, I am in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We live in Southern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas...its called Spring Valley or something. It is beautiful. The part we are in is a newer area and most the streets are lined with palm trees. The Nevada mountains are so different than the Rockies I'm used to, but they are truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;majestic&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm going to like it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But more importantly, I know we are supposed to be here.  I can feel it in my heart. I am so grateful for this feeling because it makes it a little easier to part with family. I was scared to death to leave them, but there is something here for us. I know it and I can't wait to find out what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-8747612865026759316?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/8747612865026759316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=8747612865026759316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8747612865026759316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/8747612865026759316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/lv-update.html' title='LV Update'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-7946367932071599696</id><published>2011-05-06T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:16:04.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott'/><title type='text'>Announcing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egjXgfDJsEY/TcTRmZiw9OI/AAAAAAAABOc/3a40Vvvx67k/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834293977674978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Scott Packard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ISU&lt;/span&gt; Graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; right. My husband graduated tonight. My heart was swollen with pride as I watched him walk across the stage, shutting the door to this chapter of his life. He put in endless hours of pain staking labor to get this degree. It was long. It was hard. But it was worth it. To say I am proud of him doesn't even hit the tip of my emotion toward him. I am beaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this special day, I made the boys matching shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxafbniD9LU/TcTR7kVN3UI/AAAAAAAABOs/8vBfQVmieLU/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834657650892098" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Vtp-EQz7Ng/TcTR78TcthI/AAAAAAAABO0/kQuZ2HbRTYQ/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834664085927442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Front: Way To Go Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLSoNsC9wgE/TcTRmqh-fEI/AAAAAAAABOk/_000Abn9isU/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834298537770050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back: Packard '11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMh2RRcjtUU/TcTRl6OvG1I/AAAAAAAABOU/mkEvj501xPk/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834285572168530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little brotherly love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsE8w68mqOU/TcTRliE2jEI/AAAAAAAABOM/s-uFRKkjlw4/s320/DSC_0349.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834279088262210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3-ylqa-W-8/TcTRlTW6RBI/AAAAAAAABOE/dvhV4H-gfEA/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603834275137471506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and his sons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RPxpl-P3WM/TcTQ154j77I/AAAAAAAABN8/_MpsPW0kpu0/s320/DSC_0358.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603833460845440946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We tried to get a nice family picture, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tayden&lt;/span&gt; really loved his 'tiger' shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUuO3W2c15w/TcTQ1j7JP-I/AAAAAAAABN0/xHNP8awtilE/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUuO3W2c15w/TcTQ1j7JP-I/AAAAAAAABN0/xHNP8awtilE/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603833454950694882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tztdc_Wm9M8/TcTQ1MNMLUI/AAAAAAAABNs/AmVzDMi1hkw/s1600/DSC_0371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tztdc_Wm9M8/TcTQ1MNMLUI/AAAAAAAABNs/AmVzDMi1hkw/s320/DSC_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603833448583933250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T also loved Dads Hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wDHHZe4Is/TcTQ054oSeI/AAAAAAAABNk/TLoRxfmxVR4/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wDHHZe4Is/TcTQ054oSeI/AAAAAAAABNk/TLoRxfmxVR4/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603833443665856994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we thought B would too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-739bRgM0PcA/TcTQ0qMIU-I/AAAAAAAABNc/tdJj1i7LYVo/s1600/DSC_0365.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-739bRgM0PcA/TcTQ0qMIU-I/AAAAAAAABNc/tdJj1i7LYVo/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603833439452681186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good job, Honey! You are amazing and I am extremely proud of your accomplishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-7946367932071599696?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/7946367932071599696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=7946367932071599696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7946367932071599696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/7946367932071599696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/announcing.html' title='Announcing...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egjXgfDJsEY/TcTRmZiw9OI/AAAAAAAABOc/3a40Vvvx67k/s72-c/DSC_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-6984158564275560827</id><published>2011-05-05T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:04:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.V. House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a chat with Echo (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;) today and she wanted to see pictures of the house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. Since I am less than email savvy and much better posting pictures on blogger-I decided to go this route. Enjoy the tour Echo...and everyone else who wants to join!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front of the home. The yard is in need of a little TLC, luckily our community has appearance ordinances and the Landlord will be planting new grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeAxP_D_8M0/TcL8FI0QZYI/AAAAAAAABNM/qIbCwWZY6rI/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603318051598525826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View walking in the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DK5vVPOxoM/TcL8E5cT4jI/AAAAAAAABNE/N6PUCsIXJVQ/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603318047471559218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front room. The front door is off to the left. You can use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; as a point of reference. Its in the same spot in all the pictures. Nevada homes are completely different from Idaho homes. These large cut-outs are for the TVs. I'm still a little confused about it, but we'll see how it works out. This picture is taken from the dining area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_ygkNZi7X0/TcL8EmM4OnI/AAAAAAAABM8/xDA9E8E82LQ/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603318042306558578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen. Dining area is off to the left. It looks into the front room.  So its all one big room. Closest door is to the pantry and the furthest is to the garage. In the island is the sink and dishwasher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4edcXHMm7g/TcMBox769QI/AAAAAAAABNU/Rwr1a3dzYsc/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603324161490089218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half of the backyard. The weeds are being pulled and grass is being planted as well. But you want to know the best part about it? It means we get to take TANNER!!! :) WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0k843aXIZY/TcL8ESJ65WI/AAAAAAAABM0/0xCKY-e3OyM/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0k843aXIZY/TcL8ESJ65WI/AAAAAAAABM0/0xCKY-e3OyM/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603318036925441378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heading up stairs. The door showing is the front door. Off to the left is a 1/2 bath and hall closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJqSQ9fNDWc/TcL8EKzoJrI/AAAAAAAABMs/gnOiaCqZu8Y/s1600/DSC_0220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJqSQ9fNDWc/TcL8EKzoJrI/AAAAAAAABMs/gnOiaCqZu8Y/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603318034952890034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking upstairs...obviously. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8OzAcmF4Ag/TcL7SD3-wMI/AAAAAAAABMk/IkK6YiGIFlg/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8OzAcmF4Ag/TcL7SD3-wMI/AAAAAAAABMk/IkK6YiGIFlg/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603317174098641090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upstairs view from master bedroom. The two far doors are the boys bedrooms and the one to the right is the bathroom. Across from the bathroom is the laundry room and a hall closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2ZJsPqkD4A/TcL7R3_OijI/AAAAAAAABMc/WvfX-lf4WAk/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2ZJsPqkD4A/TcL7R3_OijI/AAAAAAAABMc/WvfX-lf4WAk/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603317170907810354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking into the master bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ulh8NsYds4/TcL7RqjL3cI/AAAAAAAABMU/xja43zXnc34/s1600/DSC_0228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ulh8NsYds4/TcL7RqjL3cI/AAAAAAAABMU/xja43zXnc34/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603317167300533698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Master bath. If you look into the mirror you can see (my sister and I..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) a makeup vanity and shower. The door is into the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzsFILxfQ8Y/TcL7RPDHp8I/AAAAAAAABMM/zwNEcykztJ0/s1600/DSC_0237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzsFILxfQ8Y/TcL7RPDHp8I/AAAAAAAABMM/zwNEcykztJ0/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603317159918282690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bathtub. Sorry Echo! :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Incentive&lt;/span&gt; for you to come right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aArNdQmb0K4/TcL7QywNjZI/AAAAAAAABME/A1BtzhaDym4/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aArNdQmb0K4/TcL7QywNjZI/AAAAAAAABME/A1BtzhaDym4/s320/DSC_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603317152322784658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walk-in Closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNkhBWYDMck/TcL6aSwTJKI/AAAAAAAABL8/4c9TWdNdstQ/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNkhBWYDMck/TcL6aSwTJKI/AAAAAAAABL8/4c9TWdNdstQ/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603316216020280482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_0PkYVUsio/TcL6aPX8bpI/AAAAAAAABL0/FTY2oGhpsUY/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_0PkYVUsio/TcL6aPX8bpI/AAAAAAAABL0/FTY2oGhpsUY/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603316215112822418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laundry room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk-ZqpZJ-9w/TcL6Z2X6-SI/AAAAAAAABLs/owqVoxV3ue0/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mk-ZqpZJ-9w/TcL6Z2X6-SI/AAAAAAAABLs/owqVoxV3ue0/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603316208401840418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the boys rooms. They are basically the same expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Taydens&lt;/span&gt; rooms has a small walk-in closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWvgauT-vK4/TcL6Zb6XEVI/AAAAAAAABLk/vTNZJfBL6pY/s1600/DSC_0252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWvgauT-vK4/TcL6Zb6XEVI/AAAAAAAABLk/vTNZJfBL6pY/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603316201298530642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little bit of Nevada scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5XMKosp_Tk/TcL6ZCtWxXI/AAAAAAAABLc/yl7iTOVe_4w/s1600/DSC_0291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5XMKosp_Tk/TcL6ZCtWxXI/AAAAAAAABLc/yl7iTOVe_4w/s320/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603316194533098866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2875014174865872742-6984158564275560827?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/6984158564275560827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=6984158564275560827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6984158564275560827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/6984158564275560827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/lv-house.html' title='L.V. House'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeAxP_D_8M0/TcL8FI0QZYI/AAAAAAAABNM/qIbCwWZY6rI/s72-c/DSC_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-3997474939896421532</id><published>2011-05-01T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:36:36.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday morning I crammed all this stuff into a duffel bag, loaded it up in the back of my moms car and started the 5 day trek to find a home in Las Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt51XdE3bAg/Tb4jZTu61kI/AAAAAAAABLU/-blc0zo6H1M/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601953904196245058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trip was stressful, but successful indeed. I (with the help of my mom and sister) found a fabulous home for our family in the Spring Valley area of Vegas. At least thats what I think its called. Its in a gated community called Rhoades Ranch, complete with a pool, water park and playgrounds. I love it. Pictures to come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So craziest thing. I am moving next week. I knew it was coming, but today it is actually NEXT week. Not a 'few weeks' or 'the middle of May', but next week. It is still surreal and I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I am actually leaving Pocatello. Don't get me wrong, I am excited to start this new adventure, but I'm still a little scared/nervous. I have a million different emotions running through my head and much like when I was pregnant with Beckett, I am having a hard time sorting them out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I know there is a handful of you that read my blog that have moved from away from family. What is your biggest piece of advice? What are your words of encouragement? What have you learned? I am dying to know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2875014174865872742-3997474939896421532?l=packofpackards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/feeds/3997474939896421532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2875014174865872742&amp;postID=3997474939896421532&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3997474939896421532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2875014174865872742/posts/default/3997474939896421532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packofpackards.blogspot.com/2011/05/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04884204733025733106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt51XdE3bAg/Tb4jZTu61kI/AAAAAAAABLU/-blc0zo6H1M/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2875014174865872742.post-4656151210717671356</id><published>2011-04-24T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:51:51.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayden'/><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter! I was informed I had been neglecting my blog this week. Sorry, things have been crazy around the P house as of late. There seems to be loads of things to do before we start our new adventure, but a major lack of time and motivation. My mom, sister and I (+ kids) are headed to Vegas to find a home on Tuesday, hopefully it will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPEL
