<?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-37378485</id><updated>2012-01-26T06:00:50.909-08:00</updated><category term='Our Life'/><category term='Couponing'/><category term='Scrapbooking'/><category term='Mardie'/><category term='Preston'/><category term='Kaden'/><category term='Ellie'/><category term='Popinjayz'/><title type='text'>Bradshaw Family Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danny B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14440329217876836229</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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-783352059362825727</id><published>2012-01-25T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:23:14.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>What did you do, Danny?</title><content type='html'>(As a side note, Danny sprained his ankle a while back. By a while I mean months ago.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie got a little scratch on her finger yesterday.  I put a bandaid on her ouchie and this is what she said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: "I'm really sorry daddy hurt his uncle.  But I'm glad his uncle is better now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day (after having told him what she said)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Danny, what did you do to your uncle?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny: "I buried him." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-783352059362825727?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/783352059362825727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=783352059362825727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/783352059362825727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/783352059362825727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-you-do-danny.html' title='What did you do, Danny?'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1124273234038354457</id><published>2012-01-25T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:18:19.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Language Barrier</title><content type='html'>Preston: "Guess what I learned today, mom."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: "I learned how to say 'here' in Spanish.  Aqui.  I live aqui.  That means I live here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Wow! Who taught you that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: "Mrs. Blackaller.  She told us that she knows a lot of spanish.  I think she must have lived in China for a while or something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (trying really hard not to laugh) "Or something." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1124273234038354457?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1124273234038354457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1124273234038354457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1124273234038354457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1124273234038354457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/language-barrier.html' title='Language Barrier'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3962757575590159716</id><published>2012-01-13T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:29:36.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Playground Pests</title><content type='html'>I really dislike how cruel little kids can be...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden is naturally a very kind-hearted kid.  He really cares about others and wants to please them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we had an issue with one of his "friends" beginning to bully him.  This "friend" tried to shove wood chips in Kaden's mouth, kicked him as he was hanging from the monkey bars, and continually hit him with his backpack.  We had a long talk with Kaden about sticking up for himself, and throughout the next few weeks we basically took care of that situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we asked Kaden how his day was.  I could tell something was wrong and tried to pry it out of him.  He then started to cry and explained how he had gotten into a fight that day.  We asked him what happened.  He said that he was playing kickball with a group of kids, he called out how many outs there were, and one of the kids said, "We know, Kaden!" in a really rude voice.  Kaden, being too timid to say anything, walked away.  And that was the extent of his fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told him we were very proud of him for simply walking away.  We explained that it's the right thing to do instead of yelling back or hitting.  By this point he was just so frustrated that he was crying because (in his words) he is 9 years old and he should not cry like that at 9 years old.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say how much I love this kid!  He is emotional and even overly sensitive sometimes.  But I am the same way. :)  I tend to read in to others actions too much as well.  I guess he comes by it honestly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reality, though, I just want him to realize that these things happen and we just have to move on.  At the moment, it seems like the end of the world.  But give it a week and you will barely remember what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the things we are dealing with on a daily basis as a parent.  We try to teach them things that we as parents haven't even mastered.  And in the end, we hope it's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3962757575590159716?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3962757575590159716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3962757575590159716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3962757575590159716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3962757575590159716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/playground-pests.html' title='Playground Pests'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6378201104392243279</id><published>2012-01-04T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:37:38.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Rub-a-dub-dub</title><content type='html'>While taking a bath...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: Are you clean, mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: I need to get all clean, huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Uh-huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: Cause you don't like stinky little kid girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) So true. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6378201104392243279?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6378201104392243279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6378201104392243279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6378201104392243279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6378201104392243279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/rub-dub-dub.html' title='Rub-a-dub-dub'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1308331121577547217</id><published>2012-01-04T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:13:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night was AMAZING!  There was one part when it almost felt like the church of Michael Jackson, with people yelling, "We love you, Michael!"  Plus there were a couple of songs that were just plain cheesy.  But overall I would give the Michael Jackson Cirque Du Soleil 2 huge thumbs up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many highlights I couldn't list them all.  One of my favorites, though, would be the one-legged man that danced so crazy good!  He had his forearm crutches and danced with the rest of the crew.  You could hardly tell he only had one leg (except of course that one pant leg was empty and pinned up).  He was amazing - break dancing and everything.  So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Thriller!  That song was so awesome!  I tried to record it but the recording is awful.  But they did such a great job on that song too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the video that turned out the best, but it still doesn't do the show justice.  The music was so loud that the audio is very distorted in the video.  And you can't even really see some of the coolest things.  But, here's Smooth Criminal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f76b34fa7e02ad4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f76b34fa7e02ad4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D729840803557D68EE8E2F44CA0975DA6CC249A.5BC1E123B3DEC0552FF247E0F23B1488C1C1174F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f76b34fa7e02ad4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_mj56dieQNEmoexs69aTEBKpjJA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f76b34fa7e02ad4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D729840803557D68EE8E2F44CA0975DA6CC249A.5BC1E123B3DEC0552FF247E0F23B1488C1C1174F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f76b34fa7e02ad4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_mj56dieQNEmoexs69aTEBKpjJA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big, huge thank you to Danny!  I love that man!  Thanks for the surprise.  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/37378485-1308331121577547217?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1308331121577547217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1308331121577547217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1308331121577547217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1308331121577547217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/smooth-criminal.html' title='Smooth Criminal'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8650975921096038119</id><published>2012-01-04T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:52:36.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ellie has started to really love to "talk on the phone".  She will pretend any toy is a phone and this is what we see every day now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb4cb1e53ce8fcce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb4cb1e53ce8fcce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9D8BC9A0586742F294AC2DE047AAC5F62A45D0.8559FFD391F61A29AEFBA38A8A3E22F7AE42B2B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb4cb1e53ce8fcce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Csh9k6O79YkCRI3vGta3V3OVh0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb4cb1e53ce8fcce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9D8BC9A0586742F294AC2DE047AAC5F62A45D0.8559FFD391F61A29AEFBA38A8A3E22F7AE42B2B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb4cb1e53ce8fcce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Csh9k6O79YkCRI3vGta3V3OVh0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wish the quality was better - I recorded it on my phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8650975921096038119?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8650975921096038119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8650975921096038119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8650975921096038119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8650975921096038119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5816829164723262254</id><published>2012-01-03T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:26:21.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>We had a very enjoyable Christmas break.  We started it off by going to the Birds of Prey exhibit/museum.  Kaden had gone for a school field trip and loved it so much.  He brought home a family pass and begged us to take him. Kaden's favorite was either the HUGE condor or Luigi the big Harpy Eagle.  Preston's favorite was either the bald eagles or Luigi.  Ellie's favorite was Luigi.  And my favorite was Luigi as well.  We actually got to see Luigi fly, so maybe that's why we all liked him so much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we had a movie day.  We took the kids to see Puss in Boots, went to Outback Steakhouse (yum) for dinner, then Danny took me and Ellie home.  We watched a girlie movie at home while the boys all went back to the theater to watch a "boylish" (Ellie's pronunciation) movie.  It was an enjoyable day.  The only downer was me feeling sick throughout the weekend (which is why I had to come home with Ellie). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve was a cookie-making day.  We took our time making yummy sugar cookies for Santa Claus.  (This is probably a good time to mention that Kaden found out the truth about Santa this year.  So all day long he would ask questions like, "So, do you and dad actually eat the cookies we set out for Santa?" or, "What happens to the oats we lay out for Rudolph?" It was humorous to see his mind work out the facts.)  We talked about the Christmas story that night and sent the kids to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed Christmas this year.  It was really low-key, but very nice.  No extended family the whole day (which we missed) but we really enjoyed being together.  I was really surprised that the kids didn't wake up early this year.  They insisted that they wanted to wake up at 4 in the morning, but in reality I finally woke them up at 7.  We opened Christmas presents, ate cinnamon rolls for breakfast, went to sacrament meeting, came home and ate a nice steak and shrimp dinner, and played with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the next few days playing with new toys.  Kaden got a ripstick that he continually practiced riding.  He's getting really good at it.  While Kaden rode his ripstick, Preston and Ellie rode their new scooters.  They loved it!  We also played a lot of xbox with our new kinect.  It is pretty fun.  Also, each year santa gives each of us a Jamba Juice gift card, so we made our annual trip to Jamba.  Oh, and we got ready for New Years Eve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We invited a couple of family's over to bring in the New Year.  We had LOTS of snack foods/appetizers, played lots of games including the kinect, and enjoyed friends &amp;amp; family.  It was really fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went skeet shooting with some friends - So Much Fun!  Then we went out to lunch with them.  The only thing that would have been better is if Brandi (the mother) could have come.  She woke up with a migraine yesterday so she had to stay home. :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the kids had their friends come over and play.  They love all of their neighbors.  I love them too.  My kids always have someone to play with and can never really say they are bored.  I love it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brings us to today.  It is the last day the kids have out of school.  I am taking today to do laundry and get groceries.  They are taking today to get as much fun in as possible.  Danny surprised me last night by getting us tickets to the Michael Jackson Cirque Du Soleil here in Boise tonight.  I was really SHOCKED!  So I rushed to find a babysitter and we will be going to that tonight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was our Christmas break.  It was very fun for all of us.  And this wouldn't be a proper 1st post of 2012 if I didn't say, "Hope you all have a wonderful New Year!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5816829164723262254?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5816829164723262254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5816829164723262254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5816829164723262254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5816829164723262254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1569426877859819957</id><published>2011-12-20T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:18:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow-Stick Dancing</title><content type='html'>We just received the best gift from some friends of ours.  It came with a CD (with fun, up-beat Christmas music), and some glow sticks.  We were supposed to:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pop the CD into the player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Turn off all the lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Crack the glow sticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Let Loose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Who knew it could be so fun just dancing in the dark with glow sticks?  Even Danny got into it!  So Much Fun!!!  Thanks to the McDaniel Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1569426877859819957?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1569426877859819957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1569426877859819957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1569426877859819957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1569426877859819957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/12/glow-stick-dancing.html' title='Glow-Stick Dancing'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6816726566525878583</id><published>2011-12-07T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:45:09.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Commissions</title><content type='html'>We've started a new type of chore chart at our house.  We got the idea from my sister over Thanksgiving.  It goes like this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids don't have to do any chores if they don't want to (unless I ask them to do something).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a list of different "chores" and the price tag on each.  If they do a chore, they put their name by it, and they get the money associated with that task.  If they work together at a task, they split the money for that task.  They can also get money for doing extra tasks that aren't listed.  Essentially, they get paid a commission for helping me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their bedroom and their toys/toy closet is considered their space.  They are in charge of their space.  If I have to intervene and clean their room, they have to pay me a commission for helping them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have to pay for half of what they need.  If they need a new pair of shoes, they pay for half.  If Kaden needs another recorder for school, he pays for half.  And they pay 100% for any wants.  (Of course, that is besides presents that we get them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I am taking the time to document this is because it is working!  My kids are not only keeping their room clean (they don't want to have to pay me), they are looking for ways to make money.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my kids unloaded and loaded the dishes - 2 different tasks on our chart.  But then they hand washed all of the dishes that didn't fit in the dishwasher, swept, and wiped off the table.  Kaden has helped me with the laundry (very unusual in our house), and Ellie has even gotten excited about helping.  My kids don't grumble about cleaning.  They are starting to realize that they want/need money to buy the things they want/need.  Kaden says that tonight he is planning on helping me with laundry, vacuuming, and possibly mopping.  All things he never would have volunteered for before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another aspect that I like about this is that they think it's worth it.  Some, if not all, of the tasks have a pretty high price on them.  I thought about decreasing the price from what my sister had set.  In fact, I did a little bit.  But they still get paid a whole $1 to take out all the garbages in the house.  And because the price is set so high, they think it's great.  They totally want to do the chores because they get paid pretty well in their eyes.  And for me, if I am expecting them to pay half of all their needs, I figure they need the opportunity to make enough money to save for those things.  And lets face it... I would be paying for 100% of all of their needs if not for this system.  So if they're willing to work for the money that I would be putting towards their needs anyway, I'm all for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a win, win situation!  Thanks Jodi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6816726566525878583?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6816726566525878583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6816726566525878583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6816726566525878583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6816726566525878583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/12/commissions.html' title='Commissions'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5547516870606020663</id><published>2011-11-07T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:29:54.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Liar, Liar...</title><content type='html'>Apparently Danny and I tend to tease our kids a lot.  We can be a little sarcastic with them and I guess Kaden has learned.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were sitting down to eat dinner and we told Kaden that he couldn't heat up his roll cause the microwave is broken.  He didn't believe us and said, "no matter what you say, I'll never believe you!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said, "Kay, go ahead and warm it up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He staunchly got up out of his chair and proceeded to reheat his roll in the microwave.  After 20 seconds, he pulled the roll out and it was still cold.  "Okay," he said. "I guess you were being honest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a side note, it really is annoying that our microwave broke.  :(  Gonna be shopping for a new one this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5547516870606020663?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5547516870606020663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5547516870606020663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5547516870606020663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5547516870606020663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/11/liar-liar.html' title='Liar, Liar...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2084092689459907558</id><published>2011-11-07T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:22:16.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Say What?!?</title><content type='html'>Something I want to remember...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago I fixed Kaden, Preston, and Ellie hotdogs for lunch.  We'd just had a conversation about what they are made out of.  As soon as Ellie got her hotdog, she exclaimed, "I sorry piggy, I eat you now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2084092689459907558?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2084092689459907558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2084092689459907558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2084092689459907558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2084092689459907558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-what.html' title='Say What?!?'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1181496382114875479</id><published>2011-06-25T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:49:17.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To...</title><content type='html'>I'm planning on posting a few catch-up posts...  This is #1.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have we been up to?  One of the many things is this website...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hydebuilders.com"&gt;www.hydebuilders.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my dad's business.  Danny built the website; I added the pictures.  We had a different site done and this is the updated version.  I think Danny is so talented and I love this design.  He sort of stole the idea from somebody else, but he did do all the programming and made it really easy for me to update the pictures on it.  Yeah, he's really talented!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1181496382114875479?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1181496382114875479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1181496382114875479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1181496382114875479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1181496382114875479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5241002216832696615</id><published>2011-06-03T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T08:32:30.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Singing My Baby To Sleep</title><content type='html'>Last night Ellie did not want to go to bed.  She kept saying, "Wanna hold you!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally pointed out to her that her baby needed to sleep too.  Because, of course, her baby was very tired and needed to get some rest.  To this she said, "I sing her to sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "You want to sing her to sleep?  What song are you going to sing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: "Twinkle Star."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Good idea! Maybe you should sing your sunbeam song too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "And maybe, 'I Am A Child Of God'."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Ok... You sing to her til she falls asleep.  I love you, Ellie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie: "Too, Mom." (She always just says the last word to that phrase.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out of the bedroom and listened.  She started with Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, singing as loud as she could.  She always gets stuck on the next song and all I could hear was... "A sunBEAM, a sunBEAM!  A sunBEAM, a sunBEAM!  A sunBEAM, a sunBEAM!"  By the time she got to her final number, I could tell she was getting tired.  She quietly sang the last song and then all was quiet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until about an hour later... when she woke up crying cause now she wanted Daddy.  Oh well... It was worth a try. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5241002216832696615?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5241002216832696615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5241002216832696615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5241002216832696615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5241002216832696615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/06/singing-my-baby-to-sleep.html' title='Singing My Baby To Sleep'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6722762619254728668</id><published>2011-06-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:01:54.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>May Coupon Report</title><content type='html'>This is for my own records more than anything else.  You can even skip this post if you'd like. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the month of May, I spent $494.98 while couponing.  That was for $1,468.05 worth of groceries.  That's a 66.28% savings for the month of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the things that I stocked up on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toilet Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Razors for Danny (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body Wash for Danny (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peanut Butter (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheat Thin Sticks (new family fav.) (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chips (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ Sauce (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spaghetti Sauce (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pickles (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S'mores for camping (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot Dogs for camping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oatmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOTS of Cereal (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOTS of Pop Tarts (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasta (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pork Chops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken &amp;amp; Steak for camping (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry Soap (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stain Remover (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye Solution (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain Medicine (x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, this list is for me.  I want to keep track of how much I save as well as what I was able to stock up on during this time of year.  The things that made this list were the purchases that will last at least a couple of months.  Some of the items on the list (the ones I marked with an x) I now have enough to last months and months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back in the saddle, baby. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and can you tell we are planning on camping a lot this summer? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6722762619254728668?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6722762619254728668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6722762619254728668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6722762619254728668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6722762619254728668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/06/may-coupon-report.html' title='May Coupon Report'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1364981611687619579</id><published>2011-04-21T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:57:56.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>Extreme Couponer</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's right... I started couponing again.  If you've seen the new TLC show "Extreme Couponing", I am in no way like any of those people.  I don't go to a store and get $2000 worth of groceries for $15. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did, however, get $150 worth of groceries for a measly $30.  It included 8 boxes of cereal, 8 boxes pasta, 2 bottles of laundry detergent, some Easter candy, and other stuff (that I'm too lazy to type).  I'm happy with it so far. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1364981611687619579?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1364981611687619579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1364981611687619579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1364981611687619579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1364981611687619579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/04/extreme-couponer.html' title='Extreme Couponer'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-166358147227025914</id><published>2011-04-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:03:19.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Ellie has gone 2 days without having an accident in her pull-up.  She is wearing underwear today!  Wish me luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-166358147227025914?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/166358147227025914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=166358147227025914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/166358147227025914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/166358147227025914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8534296545376986973</id><published>2011-04-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:56:24.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>An Urgent Incident</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday I was at baseball practice with Kaden (see previous post) when I got a phone call from Danny.  He said, "Ellie's had an accident, I think it needs stitches, it's on her head."  My mind, of course, started spinning with the possibilities of serious injuries occurring on a 2 year old's head.  I realized that I had seen our pediatrician working on his lawn when I had left for baseball (he happens to be our neighbor), and told Danny to have Dr. Smith take a look at her while I grabbed Kaden and ran home (I had the car).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I got home Danny had taken her to the Smith's home and got the second opinion that it did indeed need stitches or glue and that the gash (yes, gash) needed to be cleaned.  So we took her in to the Urgent Care and they were able to glue her back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the story - She slipped on a dvd case that was laying on our hardwood floor and she fell head first into the corner of our bookcase that's in the office.  She had a big, deep gash on her forehead that was down to the bone and completely split open.  I had a hard time looking at it.  She was very brave and only cried when she was scared of the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/EllieOwie#slideshow/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pictures - they don't do the wound justice, but they are still a little gory so beware.  And they aren't the best pictures cause they were taken with my phone - but, it is what it is. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is now healing and it's been a week so we will be taking the tape off soon.  Life is full of incidents, and I'm glad this one wasn't more serious.  It could have been a lot worse (like if she had hit a couple inches lower on her eye! Yikes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8534296545376986973?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8534296545376986973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8534296545376986973&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8534296545376986973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8534296545376986973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/04/urgent-incident.html' title='An Urgent Incident'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-9129536524229721991</id><published>2011-04-13T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:38:51.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Tight Schedule</title><content type='html'>Kaden wanted to try baseball this year.  So we signed him up.  It has kept us extremely busy the last couple of weeks and proves to keep us busy for at least another month and a half.  Between 1 to 3 practices each week, plus at least 2 games per week... well, you get the idea.  Our schedule has definitely been tightened.  But he really loves it and they have won all three of their games so far.  The first game was FREEZING with rain and they had to call the game after 2 innings - but they were ahead at that time.  The second game they won with a score of 12 to 6 (and even with that score, it was an intense game).  And the third game was won by 1 point.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has learned a lot about the sport and says that he likes it even more that basketball, which says a lot for him.  So we invested in a bat and a whole bunch of balls and Danny will be working with him tonight on batting.  He's doing much better than when the season began (simply because it's his first time playing the sport).  I'm just glad that he likes it so much.  And it makes the hectic schedule a little more worth it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-9129536524229721991?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/9129536524229721991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=9129536524229721991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/9129536524229721991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/9129536524229721991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/04/tight-schedule.html' title='Tight Schedule'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6181442228810426701</id><published>2011-03-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:39:02.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>What Am I Missing?!?</title><content type='html'>In the process of potty training, both of my boys learned how to pee in the toilet long before learning to poo... (yes, we are encroaching on that topic).  It then took time to teach them about the #2 part of toilet etiquette.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie, however, has been completely different in her training techniques.  She figured out how to pee on the potty, but not how to tell me when she needs to go.  The effect is simply that when I insist that she sit on the potty, she indeed releases the built-up liquid.  But if I am not preemptive, she will have a wet pull-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT -- She knows when she has to go #2.  She will tell us when she needs to, and she hasn't had that kind of accident in over 2 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I'm missing...  How do I finish the potty training process so that she will tell me when she needs to go?  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE that I haven't had to deal with poopy diapers.  But I would also really love it if I didn't have to buy pull-ups at all anymore.  Help!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6181442228810426701?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6181442228810426701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6181442228810426701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6181442228810426701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6181442228810426701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-am-i-missing.html' title='What Am I Missing?!?'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8881620062531150862</id><published>2011-03-15T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:52:31.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>All Things Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday I decided to make my princess perty. :) I got the straightener out and curled her hair in ringlets. She looked so adorable I had to take pictures.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't be an everyday occurrence, but she actually liked having me do her hair - and, let's face it, SO CUTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5VU_IloUxI/TX_DU81-9nI/AAAAAAAADNU/Q2mWIME0XSk/s1600/20110310_99_12.jpg"&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/-W5VU_IloUxI/TX_DU81-9nI/AAAAAAAADNU/Q2mWIME0XSk/s320/20110310_99_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584396827660056178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XLIA2LVe-fU/TX_DUqprxDI/AAAAAAAADNM/kn2S7N_xNtU/s1600/20110310_99_10.jpg"&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/-XLIA2LVe-fU/TX_DUqprxDI/AAAAAAAADNM/kn2S7N_xNtU/s320/20110310_99_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584396822776628274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr02qRDf1mo/TX_DUdxy-BI/AAAAAAAADNE/IhgunzDU-mU/s1600/20110310_99_6.jpg"&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/-rr02qRDf1mo/TX_DUdxy-BI/AAAAAAAADNE/IhgunzDU-mU/s320/20110310_99_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584396819320993810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8jZ84ix0Mk/TX_DUPBYT2I/AAAAAAAADM8/X_l0BxVYNjo/s1600/20110310_99_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8jZ84ix0Mk/TX_DUPBYT2I/AAAAAAAADM8/X_l0BxVYNjo/s320/20110310_99_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584396815359823714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Em6ufX-3ni8/TX_DT5AR5-I/AAAAAAAADM0/Hmqd4g8zotQ/s1600/20110310_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Em6ufX-3ni8/TX_DT5AR5-I/AAAAAAAADM0/Hmqd4g8zotQ/s320/20110310_99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584396809449629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8881620062531150862?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8881620062531150862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8881620062531150862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8881620062531150862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8881620062531150862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-things-girl.html' title='All Things Girl...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5VU_IloUxI/TX_DU81-9nI/AAAAAAAADNU/Q2mWIME0XSk/s72-c/20110310_99_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3907731183975317905</id><published>2011-03-15T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:47:42.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>V Is For VEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Preston came home from preschool the other day and was so excited to try on his craft. Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO5-c9mbV-M/TX_CP_KEVHI/AAAAAAAADMs/0ttpJxo2Bv8/s1600/20110302_99_3.jpg"&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/-gO5-c9mbV-M/TX_CP_KEVHI/AAAAAAAADMs/0ttpJxo2Bv8/s320/20110302_99_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584395642870191218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w9ZvRFX3GI/TX_CP-6cmiI/AAAAAAAADMk/gXDy-aV7CYk/s1600/20110302_99_2.jpg"&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/-3w9ZvRFX3GI/TX_CP-6cmiI/AAAAAAAADMk/gXDy-aV7CYk/s320/20110302_99_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584395642804673058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1eUiWtsHbM/TX_CPltzZaI/AAAAAAAADMc/1rJknz19aYk/s1600/20110302_99_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1eUiWtsHbM/TX_CPltzZaI/AAAAAAAADMc/1rJknz19aYk/s320/20110302_99_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584395636040754594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zS1d8puqrow/TX_CPU8ZPuI/AAAAAAAADMU/kB42IhDsgEc/s1600/20110302_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zS1d8puqrow/TX_CPU8ZPuI/AAAAAAAADMU/kB42IhDsgEc/s320/20110302_99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584395631538552546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the gangster pose that he insists on doing in pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3907731183975317905?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3907731183975317905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3907731183975317905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3907731183975317905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3907731183975317905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/03/v-is-for-vest.html' title='V Is For VEST'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gO5-c9mbV-M/TX_CP_KEVHI/AAAAAAAADMs/0ttpJxo2Bv8/s72-c/20110302_99_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8078912768670675697</id><published>2011-03-09T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:46:52.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>PineWood Derby Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bXLGkR_6gE/TXgdQ56P-bI/AAAAAAAADL8/IvoavM1su5Q/s1600/20110308_99_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaden participated in the pinewood derby in scouts yesterday.  He and Danny had worked on his car for about 2 weeks - with a little help from my dad over the weekend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny was unable to attend the derby as he is out of town until tomorrow night.  So he had me record every single race that Kaden's car was in (8 total).  Again, this is for Danny's benefit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #1 (1st place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N94pt2FGeUc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N94pt2FGeUc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #2 (1st place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kva7izFzZPc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kva7izFzZPc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #3 (2nd place):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Pvq93psqYU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Pvq93psqYU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #4 (3rd place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He accidentally dropped his car at the beginning of this race.  Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iks17BNn2Ts?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iks17BNn2Ts?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #5 (2nd place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Em9FPDpfwNQ?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Em9FPDpfwNQ?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #6 (1st place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKg6teEmwwU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKg6teEmwwU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #7 (1st place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The racing ramp was all electronic.  The computer had a glitch on this race and they had to race again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9siTysV7XI?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9siTysV7XI?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race #8 (1st place):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWxvFCHEig8?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWxvFCHEig8?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ended up getting 6th place overall.  He also received an award naming him the Dark Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wtehByfuew?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wtehByfuew?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had so much fun and I wish Danny could have been here to enjoy it with us.  There's always next year, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bXLGkR_6gE/TXgdQ56P-bI/AAAAAAAADL8/IvoavM1su5Q/s320/20110308_99_20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582243914385979826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8078912768670675697?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8078912768670675697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8078912768670675697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8078912768670675697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8078912768670675697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/03/pinewood-derby-results.html' title='PineWood Derby Results'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bXLGkR_6gE/TXgdQ56P-bI/AAAAAAAADL8/IvoavM1su5Q/s72-c/20110308_99_20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3497890692844339080</id><published>2011-03-09T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:15:16.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Show-Off</title><content type='html'>Ellie's such a show-off.  But I'm allowed to think it's absolutely adorable...  Right???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJW--XSugPE?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJW--XSugPE?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EG-dsAltp4E?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EG-dsAltp4E?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iD16269toa0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iD16269toa0?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3497890692844339080?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3497890692844339080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3497890692844339080&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3497890692844339080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3497890692844339080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-off.html' title='Show-Off'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8389639978986001406</id><published>2011-02-26T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:06:11.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Jump Rope For Heart</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me will know why I actually decided to participate in this fundraiser for Kaden's school.  My sister has had 2 heart transplants and therefore I feel a connection to the cause.  I understand if you are not able to participate by donating to his fund raising goal.  Again, the only reason I am advertising this is because I feel somewhat strongly about this subject.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fund raiser is going through the week of March 7-11.  That is when Kaden will be participating in the Jump Rope for Heart activity.  Click &lt;a href="http://amha.convio.net/site/TR/JumpforHeart/PMA-PacificMountainAffiliate?px=2670490&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1443"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to donate through his fund raising website.  And thanks for everyone who does participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8389639978986001406?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8389639978986001406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8389639978986001406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8389639978986001406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8389639978986001406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/02/jump-rope-for-heart.html' title='Jump Rope For Heart'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8980977237327939301</id><published>2011-02-25T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:25:30.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage</title><content type='html'>So I have been trying to do better in way of food storage for our family.  Sometimes it's hard to stock up with prices for regular groceries sometimes being so high.  But I just found out about this website.  This company delivers meat (chicken, hamburger, turkey, etc.) to different areas for a pretty good price in bulk.  Right now they have 40 pound boxes of chicken that they are delivering to different areas (including Boise and Idaho Falls).  They do not include Utah in their delivering yet - sorry friends in Utah - But I just wanted to let everyone know that lives in SE Idaho and Boise about this.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://www.zayconfoods.com/refer/zf15747"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8980977237327939301?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8980977237327939301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8980977237327939301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8980977237327939301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8980977237327939301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/02/food-storage.html' title='Food Storage'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-534484857374097121</id><published>2011-02-19T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:47:18.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>See Jane Run...</title><content type='html'>Preston and I have been going through our special "Learn To Read" book and he has been doing so well!  Check it out...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivOb-Nf73-A?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivOb-Nf73-A?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-534484857374097121?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/534484857374097121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=534484857374097121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/534484857374097121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/534484857374097121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/02/see-jane-run.html' title='See Jane Run...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3352842420053082334</id><published>2011-01-31T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:25:44.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Potty!</title><content type='html'>Ellie just TOLD me that she needed to go to the potty.  I took her, she was dry, AND she went pee in the toilet!!!  YAY!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been potty training for nearly a week.  This is a HUGE step!!!!  Again... YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3352842420053082334?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3352842420053082334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3352842420053082334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3352842420053082334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3352842420053082334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/01/potty.html' title='Potty!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4859819613173910859</id><published>2011-01-25T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:13:27.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>The other day I went up to my room and the kids were watching a movie. This is what I saw:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT88hQZ6DOI/AAAAAAAADLQ/y0KHHo72a3o/s1600/20110117_72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT88hQZ6DOI/AAAAAAAADLQ/y0KHHo72a3o/s320/20110117_72.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566234206490201314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, of course, Preston had to get in the picture... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT88hLH2S6I/AAAAAAAADLI/l0wlP2Ue-ZI/s1600/20110117_73.JPG"&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/_QVKamTvFyew/TT88hLH2S6I/AAAAAAAADLI/l0wlP2Ue-ZI/s320/20110117_73.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566234205072280482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie loves her brothers so much.  She adores Kaden and she continually copies Preston.  It really is true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4859819613173910859?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4859819613173910859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4859819613173910859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4859819613173910859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4859819613173910859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT88hQZ6DOI/AAAAAAAADLQ/y0KHHo72a3o/s72-c/20110117_72.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-7152315568211193093</id><published>2011-01-25T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:52:03.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>2010 Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8mT51bjFI/AAAAAAAADJI/TsHOWvgooG0/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm copying our cousin Katie. :)  I saw her do a year in review post on her blog, and since I didn't do the best with posting last year I figured it was a great idea for me to do as well.  So here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In January we started the year out with some sledding with the cousins.  It was a lot of fun.  Of course, we won't mention the fact that I ran into a port-a-potty and we think I cracked a floating rib from it...  Happy New Year to us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kB6RGv5I/AAAAAAAADIU/OWXIbCzjbCI/s1600/20101030_482.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bWb6IpfI/AAAAAAAADH8/1qooMrz048o/s1600/IMG_7478.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bU6iv1wI/AAAAAAAADHc/fZo8ZM_DlSg/s1600/mard11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bU6iv1wI/AAAAAAAADHc/fZo8ZM_DlSg/s320/mard11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566197710579554050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;In February, I began to really enjoy doing Ellie's hair.  She was starting to get more of it and therefore I loved to put it in a pony tail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bVxTIPNI/AAAAAAAADH0/n2mcp63Q7s0/s1600/IMG_7446-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bVLUACqI/AAAAAAAADHk/1jOVa6sB1Ek/s1600/IMG_7337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bVLUACqI/AAAAAAAADHk/1jOVa6sB1Ek/s320/IMG_7337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566197715081104034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March was Kaden's birthday.  He got some cool lego stuff, so the kids put it together (with a little help from dad) and then they took turns playing with his lego car.  Aren't they adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bU6iv1wI/AAAAAAAADHc/fZo8ZM_DlSg/s1600/mard11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bVePBJ1I/AAAAAAAADHs/KhcPdS0VZJ4/s320/IMG_7418-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566197720160479058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;April 10, Kaden got baptized.  It was a beautiful day!  Totally a day for him to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bVxTIPNI/AAAAAAAADH0/n2mcp63Q7s0/s320/IMG_7446-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566197725277994194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;In May we were getting packed up for the first move...  Yep, we moved twice in two months!  While I was busy packing, the kids liked to go on walks.  Kaden was such a big helper with his brother and sister.  He's such a good kid!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bWb6IpfI/AAAAAAAADH8/1qooMrz048o/s320/IMG_7478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566197736715888114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We celebrated my birthday in June and I wanted to have a video game party. :)  We invited some friends over and played Dance, Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero.  It was tons of fun!  Even Danny got into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8mT51bjFI/AAAAAAAADJI/TsHOWvgooG0/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8mT51bjFI/AAAAAAAADJI/TsHOWvgooG0/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566209787837516882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July: Before moving (2nd move) to Boise, we got together with my family.  We went skeet shooting and the cousins LOVED it.  They even shot a rabbit.  (poor rabbit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kB6RGv5I/AAAAAAAADIU/OWXIbCzjbCI/s1600/20101030_482.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8mTmMewFI/AAAAAAAADJA/c68h4FkGtsc/s320/IMG_0280-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566209782565486674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;August was the beginning of the new school year.  We live right by the school so Kaden gets to walk with some friends every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kB6RGv5I/AAAAAAAADIU/OWXIbCzjbCI/s1600/20101030_482.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8mS_9u79I/AAAAAAAADI4/ooFUH8t39Ek/s320/20100830_344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566209772303085522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;September 9th was Preston's birthday.  He wanted to take one of his new friends to the movie.  We went and saw "How to Train Your Dragon" in 3d.  They loved it.  They even got to eat happy meals before-hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kB6RGv5I/AAAAAAAADIU/OWXIbCzjbCI/s1600/20101030_482.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8mSmbPtMI/AAAAAAAADIw/xcka8gilKWw/s320/20100911_382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566209765447546050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;October was full of monsters (and one sweet little frog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kB6RGv5I/AAAAAAAADIU/OWXIbCzjbCI/s1600/20101030_482.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kB6RGv5I/AAAAAAAADIU/OWXIbCzjbCI/s320/20101030_482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566207279692693394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the beginning of November, we enjoyed a nice fall day at the zoo with Katie and her kids.  It was super fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kAiHDRwI/AAAAAAAADIM/jJbiivfyOGU/s1600/IMAG0077-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kAiHDRwI/AAAAAAAADIM/jJbiivfyOGU/s320/IMAG0077-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566207256028202754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, December brought Christmas into our home.  I made the kids pajamas and they turned out pretty good (in my estimation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kAbd15yI/AAAAAAAADIE/4E-E-5uRMTI/s1600/20101224_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8kAbd15yI/AAAAAAAADIE/4E-E-5uRMTI/s320/20101224_25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566207254244747042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your 2010 was as fun-filled as ours.  We miss the friends and family back in Utah, but so far we really love the Boise area.  Here's to happy times ahead for 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-7152315568211193093?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7152315568211193093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=7152315568211193093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7152315568211193093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7152315568211193093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-in-review.html' title='2010 Year in Review'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TT8bU6iv1wI/AAAAAAAADHc/fZo8ZM_DlSg/s72-c/mard11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-7961000538038023918</id><published>2011-01-25T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:33:04.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>We had a lot of fun over the Christmas holiday.  We got to spend time with my parents and my brother who all came to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with us.  We loved having them here.  It was tons of fun!  My parents even taught Danny and me how to play Pinochle.  I can't wait til we can play with them again.  My mom and I will TOTALLY beat the boys next time.  Can't wait for the rematch. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get a lot of pictures, which I'm pretty sad about.  We did get some of the kids opening their PJs on Xmas Eve, and then a few of Xmas morning.  Ellie was so excited about the pajamas that she jumped up and down.  She was also very funny about her presents Christmas morning.  She would open one, hold on to it, open another, hold on to both of them, open another one, try to hold on to all three of them, etc.  So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston got some sea monkeys.  He didn't quite know what they were at first, but now he loves them (so does Kaden).  And Kaden got a pretty nice yoyo that Danny and I did some research for.  We got one of the nicer ones that's for kids.  He has been practicing it a lot.  He loves to walk the dog and try other tricks with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For New Years Eve we stayed around the house and played lots of games.  The kids loved it.  We got Blokus, Farkel, and 2 other really fun games for Xmas.  It was enjoyable to just stay around the house and play games with the kids.  Then we watched some movies and wished each other a happy new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, we didn't get a ton of pictures... but &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/Christmas2010?authkey=Gv1sRgCKrt2-uh1qOUfQ#slideshow/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is what we did get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-7961000538038023918?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7961000538038023918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=7961000538038023918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7961000538038023918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7961000538038023918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4803648088491749760</id><published>2010-12-22T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:33:33.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Self-Sufficiency</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was in the process of completing the big pajama pants sewathon for my kids.  While I was doing this, my daughter apparently decided she was hungry.  When I walked through the kitchen to show off my progress to Danny, I noticed Ellie sitting at the table with a pop tart on a plate... happy as a clam.  Upon further inspection, I realized she had scooted the stool over to the counter (we have very high counters, so quite scary actually) climbed on top of the counter, grabbed herself a plate, got down, went into the pantry where she got herself a pop tart, put it onto the plate and sat up to eat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know she loves pop tarts.  She would eat them all day long if I let her...  IF I let her!  Now I have to keep my eyes on her, as she will just help herself whenever she wants.  Sometimes I wish she was my little baby still. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4803648088491749760?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4803648088491749760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4803648088491749760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4803648088491749760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4803648088491749760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/self-sufficiency.html' title='Self-Sufficiency'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8634740275009135051</id><published>2010-12-20T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:11:12.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>PJs</title><content type='html'>For the first time I am actually making my children's Christmas pajamas this year instead of buying them. I just finished Ellie's and I love them! They turned out really cute! I even took the time to put a pocket in the back (something that I probably won't do for the boys). Anyway, check them out...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_hpMnQ9AI/AAAAAAAADHM/UdAw0R0Arm8/s1600/20101220_571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_hpMnQ9AI/AAAAAAAADHM/UdAw0R0Arm8/s1600/20101220_571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_houHBnEI/AAAAAAAADHE/BqiQNnJUUeg/s320/20101220_570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552904955259624514" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_hpMnQ9AI/AAAAAAAADHM/UdAw0R0Arm8/s1600/20101220_571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_hpMnQ9AI/AAAAAAAADHM/UdAw0R0Arm8/s320/20101220_571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552904963447911426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS... To see them bigger (up close) just click on the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8634740275009135051?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8634740275009135051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8634740275009135051&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8634740275009135051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8634740275009135051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/pjs.html' title='PJs'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_houHBnEI/AAAAAAAADHE/BqiQNnJUUeg/s72-c/20101220_570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6626954911108880216</id><published>2010-12-20T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:02:06.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>It's Tiring To Be A Girl</title><content type='html'>Ever since Kayla was here and introduced my daughter to painting nails, Ellie is always wanting to have pretty nails. She sometimes gets confused and calls them pony tails instead of fingernails (silly girl).  She loves to have them painted and she actually sits still while they are drying. This particular time, she actually fell asleep while her nails were drying. She was so cute, just sitting there with her fingers spread and her head on her arm. See for yourself... So cute!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_gKR6N8nI/AAAAAAAADG8/8-IcTkYThOs/s1600/20101204_560.JPG"&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/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_gKR6N8nI/AAAAAAAADG8/8-IcTkYThOs/s320/20101204_560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552903332782010994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6626954911108880216?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6626954911108880216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6626954911108880216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6626954911108880216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6626954911108880216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-tiring-to-be-girl.html' title='It&apos;s Tiring To Be A Girl'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TQ_gKR6N8nI/AAAAAAAADG8/8-IcTkYThOs/s72-c/20101204_560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3094047191265630546</id><published>2010-12-20T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:49:00.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decor</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post pictures of our tree for a while now.  We got a real tree this year.  It is the first year we have gotten a real tree.  And it's BEAUTIFUL!  I love it.  Danny says it's too big. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also able to put out my nice nativity set.  I love that thing!  I wish it was pertinent for me to keep it up year round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/ChristmasTree2010?authkey=Gv1sRgCLnvpdn6rcabfw#slideshow/"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3094047191265630546?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3094047191265630546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3094047191265630546&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3094047191265630546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3094047191265630546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-decor.html' title='Christmas Decor'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6523028900833815948</id><published>2010-12-20T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:57:19.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Fun In The Snow</title><content type='html'>After the big snowstorm earlier this month, the kids wanted to go play in it.  Preston had the grand idea of making a snow "gum-ball machine", so he and his friend went to work on that.  Kaden, on the other hand, wanted a really great snow fort.  He invited a neighbor friend over to help him with it.  They got about 1 foot of the walls up.  Then it got dark.  It was a good idea though. :)  As for Ellie, she just wanted to be a part of the big kids' fun.  And she just played with the fluffy white stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/FunInTheSnow?authkey=Gv1sRgCLbt66qT1N3KyQE#slideshow/"&gt;Pictures!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6523028900833815948?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6523028900833815948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6523028900833815948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6523028900833815948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6523028900833815948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun In The Snow'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-7650904359145168289</id><published>2010-12-01T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:49:46.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>From Thanksgiving To Christmas!</title><content type='html'>We had such a wonderful Thanksgiving! Danny's family came and stayed. We had everyone together except Matt and Kim who are in Virginia (we miss you guys). We loved visiting with everyone and (I must say) had a really great Thanksgiving meal (turkey, ham, potatoes, gravy, stuffing, pretzel salad, spinach salad, rolls, honey butter, etc, etc. - I could keep going). It was awesome to see everyone. And we know what it took for them all to make it here. Between the many storms, it was amazing that they were here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Danny's mom gave each of us girls a project to complete. It is such a cute advent calendar (of sorts). I really wanted to finish it by today so that my kids could join in the fun of counting down to Christmas. Here is the final product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbP0Ku9XlI/AAAAAAAADC4/-b2FL61RE8E/s1600/20101201_514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbP0Ku9XlI/AAAAAAAADC4/-b2FL61RE8E/s400/20101201_514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545848486294806098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it awesome.  I just have to say that Ann thought of absolutely everything and I really appreciate the time she put in to this craft.  The picture doesn't do it justice.  It looks even better in person.  And, if you can't tell, each of the little people, animals, buildings, etc hang on buttons.  So from now until Christmas, the kids will get to hang up one picture each day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all I have to do is get to the store and buy a hook for it to hang on.  I was going to do that today, but from my earlier post, you might gather that it's just a little too snowy out for that kind of outing.  Maybe tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thanks again Ann!!!  You're the best!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-7650904359145168289?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7650904359145168289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=7650904359145168289&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7650904359145168289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7650904359145168289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-thanksgiving-to-christmas.html' title='From Thanksgiving To Christmas!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbP0Ku9XlI/AAAAAAAADC4/-b2FL61RE8E/s72-c/20101201_514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5094311522454090441</id><published>2010-12-01T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:42:14.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>What!?!  No School???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;One of the pros to us moving to the Boise area is that everyone we talked to said that the winters here are so mild. They all said that it might snow a little but that it usually melted by the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yesterday it started to snow. And it snowed... and snowed... and snowed. I think it has only let up for a few minutes this afternoon and then started back up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we woke up to the announcement of "no school for Meridian School District", all I could say is, "mild, my bum." Oh well. I've lived with the snow my whole life, guess I'm just meant to live in the fluffy white stuff for the rest of it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Back Yard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbO02ACnJI/AAAAAAAADCw/89oa3zN_hqg/s1600/20101201_510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbO02ACnJI/AAAAAAAADCw/89oa3zN_hqg/s400/20101201_510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545847398397549714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out The Front Door:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbO0SbU8PI/AAAAAAAADCo/MJR7R30GZ9I/s1600/20101201_509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbO0SbU8PI/AAAAAAAADCo/MJR7R30GZ9I/s400/20101201_509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545847388848320754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5094311522454090441?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5094311522454090441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5094311522454090441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5094311522454090441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5094311522454090441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-no-school.html' title='What!?!  No School???'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TPbO02ACnJI/AAAAAAAADCw/89oa3zN_hqg/s72-c/20101201_510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8424606759130942797</id><published>2010-11-20T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T06:14:19.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recessionista</title><content type='html'>I know I've blogged about this before.  But there is a contest going on at &lt;a href="http://www.recessionistaparty.com/"&gt;http://www.recessionistaparty.com/&lt;/a&gt; and they are giving away 3 $50 gift cards.  I really like their stuff (especially their hats and scarves)...  Just wanted to let ya'll know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8424606759130942797?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8424606759130942797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8424606759130942797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8424606759130942797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8424606759130942797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/11/recessionista.html' title='Recessionista'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5285093850436324181</id><published>2010-11-16T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:06:46.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Video Time</title><content type='html'>I have had a request to post more videos on my blog.  So here we go... (mainly for grandparents; if you are not a grandparent and still watch them all - Good on ya) :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-baac64db1467ae7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0baac64db1467ae7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D72B79AB67965DA0851F51811B3A1B8CA3AE332.1A62F8972FEBA72277E8D8F0677CF97CD5E2CD1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbaac64db1467ae7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Hk8N93cGHAqMxtl9x0MS3jiMVQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0baac64db1467ae7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D72B79AB67965DA0851F51811B3A1B8CA3AE332.1A62F8972FEBA72277E8D8F0677CF97CD5E2CD1D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbaac64db1467ae7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Hk8N93cGHAqMxtl9x0MS3jiMVQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Preston had been pretending earlier about how when the blocks fell, they would go through a long process of falling down the stairs.  This is Ellie copying him.  "Cool trick!  It fell off the wall, and on the step, and off the wall, and hit the wall, and hit the wall, and hit the wall, then down the stairs.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73f2b3881e6423fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73f2b3881e6423fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6734D7FE87EBF35FBAF70A91824F56078CEE1083.16F021241039431B5609F38EDD82F5D888D1320C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73f2b3881e6423fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl8BbNyKMuxZN610DWKz9xYBA0xg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73f2b3881e6423fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6734D7FE87EBF35FBAF70A91824F56078CEE1083.16F021241039431B5609F38EDD82F5D888D1320C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73f2b3881e6423fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl8BbNyKMuxZN610DWKz9xYBA0xg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This was when Preston was doing the pretending.  Ellie still wanted to be the one pretending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb6a8d6c2cb0c3c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb6a8d6c2cb0c3c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68154BF5427D72AB12609D50DE78FD533D651558.6FCE04F50C8A519BDA9FF263B6A436FE1C9D6A70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb6a8d6c2cb0c3c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De30oft4ZEJflUz5FROKfpG5S9gU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb6a8d6c2cb0c3c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68154BF5427D72AB12609D50DE78FD533D651558.6FCE04F50C8A519BDA9FF263B6A436FE1C9D6A70%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb6a8d6c2cb0c3c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De30oft4ZEJflUz5FROKfpG5S9gU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ellie playing dead.  So funny!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-288e511c31a39b88" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D288e511c31a39b88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A6392856899AA72AEDA4AD0C00ABD7E6981EE19.811F1676132966B6CEF613F69990C3BCB0758063%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D288e511c31a39b88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBIHjkToSAqJS9cBefFUm3LrP0FM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D288e511c31a39b88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A6392856899AA72AEDA4AD0C00ABD7E6981EE19.811F1676132966B6CEF613F69990C3BCB0758063%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D288e511c31a39b88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBIHjkToSAqJS9cBefFUm3LrP0FM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ellie pouting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a9024ed24f62d17" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a9024ed24f62d17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D233B5916DB1B3A9E81A5AF46FFDC96BCC8F6F0AB.44DA119B878C5D1B0DB02C4C1CB0CD9B7049E64A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a9024ed24f62d17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ml43jNaWnn_FVXey9ztX6E1f6U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a9024ed24f62d17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D233B5916DB1B3A9E81A5AF46FFDC96BCC8F6F0AB.44DA119B878C5D1B0DB02C4C1CB0CD9B7049E64A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a9024ed24f62d17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3ml43jNaWnn_FVXey9ztX6E1f6U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We have started a tradition of playing a game on Sunday as a family.  We have done Monopoly, Hide &amp;amp; Seek, and this last Sunday we played Yahtzee.  It's been lots of fun and here is Preston rolling.  He was on a team with Kaden.  I loved how he would say, "I whoosh for a 6, I whoosh for a 6!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10bae6a943ed97cb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10bae6a943ed97cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A64AD1BD9245D2C182A9E3A521F70D8CE9BBB0.53B6A520BA40AE87D6E2DBDFFB8258A0C9864523%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10bae6a943ed97cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnyt8FEpq7w_19mEU2vUTs-1XZEQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10bae6a943ed97cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A64AD1BD9245D2C182A9E3A521F70D8CE9BBB0.53B6A520BA40AE87D6E2DBDFFB8258A0C9864523%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10bae6a943ed97cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnyt8FEpq7w_19mEU2vUTs-1XZEQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Kaden playing Yahtzee.  He was so serious about rolling.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd5308287a78702c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd5308287a78702c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F2C82B268B6015396C980BC2948911E309C4C3.9B17384E1D6E1594D18220EAB072404DFDD44C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd5308287a78702c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD8Yc03VmXo4fJ2qC15LVcGiC4ZU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd5308287a78702c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F2C82B268B6015396C980BC2948911E309C4C3.9B17384E1D6E1594D18220EAB072404DFDD44C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd5308287a78702c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD8Yc03VmXo4fJ2qC15LVcGiC4ZU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ellie was being crazy!  She got all wound up right before bed.  And whenever she says that she loves someone, she'll say, "I like-a Mommy," etc.  Funny.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as a side note... These videos took forever to upload so I hope there is somebody out there who is glad I posted them. :)&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/37378485-5285093850436324181?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5285093850436324181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5285093850436324181&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5285093850436324181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5285093850436324181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/11/video-time.html' title='Video Time'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2335672118896854132</id><published>2010-11-14T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:25:54.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so we all know that it's fairly unlikely that I will get caught up on the blog.  I mean, I am 4 months behind on this thing.  So I decided to just start anew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden has the opportunity to participate in Reflections.  For those who don't know what this is... it challenges students to create art inspired by a specific theme.  Each student can submit something in one of six arts areas - dance choreography, film production, literature, musical composition, photography, and visual arts.  They are judged, receive prizes, and (if they continue winning) move up the levels, eventually to the national level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Kaden decided he wanted to participate in the photography category for this contest.  He was very excited about it and wanted to use my "nice" camera.  So yesterday (Saturday) Danny showed him the basics of taking pictures and we walked around the yard with him as he took some really nice nature photos.  The theme this year is "Together We Can".  And the title of his finished project is "Together We Can Discover Nature".  I am super proud of him!  He did an amazing job with his pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/KadenSReflections#slideshow"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't go through the slideshow of pictures, this is the final product...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TOCK4Abgf1I/AAAAAAAADB4/vunIvB8iA40/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539580236458393426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2335672118896854132?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2335672118896854132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2335672118896854132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2335672118896854132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2335672118896854132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TOCK4Abgf1I/AAAAAAAADB4/vunIvB8iA40/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3532096499099680944</id><published>2010-08-04T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:52:22.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mardie'/><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>We have a lot of pictures for June...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday was in June (30 years to be exact - ugh) and Danny splurged and got me the nicest camera I have ever owned.  It takes still shots as well as video, so I've been having a blast with it (when I can and when I'm not busy packing or unpacking another box.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we have lots of pictures of my cute kids.  While playing around with the settings on the camera, I figured that they're my greatest subjects to practice on. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my bday, I decided that I wanted to try making homemade ravioli.  It sounded yummy! :)  It was actually delicious.  Our only complaint was that we didn't have a pasta press so the pasta was a little thick, but other than that - YUMMM!  Ellie just really loved the bread; which we happened to buy from Macaroni Grill.  She ate more of that bread than she has ever eaten of anything in one setting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had some friends come over for a "birthday party".  (We miss you Angie and Chad.)  Chad let my kids play with his iPhone and they had a hard time putting the thing down.  What is it with kids and electronics these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad and Angie brought over Dance Dance Revolution.  We played that and Guitar Hero for my birthday.  I know, strange request... but we did do what I wanted. :)  Even Danny danced for us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other pictures, Ellie the banana head was eating some yogurt and decided that it would look great on her nose.  Then the next day, she decided to finger paint with her yogurt.  Again, I had just gotten the camera and was a little picture-happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June was about the time when Ellie decided that she loved trying on other peoples shoes.  She is still in that phase and still loves to wear others' shoes (whether it's mom's or dad's or her brothers', it does not matter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Danny and I were in the process of looking for a house in Boise, we had our computer set up with his laptop beside it and we went through hundreds of homes virtually in the matter of a weekend.  We narrowed down our list to give to the realtor.  Basically, we did a TON of the work in finding this place.  It was actually at the top of our list before we even came to Boise to walk through homes.  Anyway, Danny took a picture of our computer setup... we called it our command center.  We spent a lot of hours at that command center!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the kids woke up for Father's Day, they wanted to draw pictures and make cards for Danny.  They all did a really great job and were so cute while making them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between moves, I tried to take the kids to the park as many times as possible.  It was my way of trying to make up for the lack of fun this summer.  That is also when Preston finally learned how to keep himself going on a swing.  Now that's all he ever wants to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a couple of videos that I recorded of Ellie.  They are so cute that I can't help posting them. :)  It's also one of the first videos I recorded with my new camera.  It's not completely in focus, I'm still working out how to download it off my camera, etc.  Just bear with me.  In explanation of the first video, Ellie's favorite cartoon is Dora.  There is a Dora episode with "super babies" and there's a song that they sing in the episode.  She LOVES that episode and loves to sing that song.  In the second video, Ellie was really starting to talk a lot and say different words.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that sums up June.  It was a busy month, and worth the post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/June2010#slideshow"&gt;Pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24dd95925dd348df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3532096499099680944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3532096499099680944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3532096499099680944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/08/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-7992982798516312685</id><published>2010-08-04T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:11:44.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>Ok... so, obviously I am way behind in my posting.  It has been a CRAZY summer to say the least.  With 2 moves in 2 months - well, that right there is worth the label of "crazy".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that instead of giving each "event" a different post, I would give each month it's own post.  So we will start with May since that's about where I left off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, when we were still in Springville, we had a lot of packing to do.  We organized everything into boxes that would stay packed after the move to Mapleton and boxes that we needed unpacked.  We managed to keep a lot of stuff packed that some people would have thought of as necessities - like dishes.  Instead of unpacking all of our dishes, we ate on plastic (which Danny absolutely hated - especially when a fork broke while trying to eat dinner and splattered him in the face with food.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all of the packing and sorting and cleaning and chucking (we threw away a lot of unneeded stuff!), our kids watched more cartoons and movies than I care to divulge.  I felt pretty bad for them and I've been working on making it up to them lately; but that's for a different post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have pictures of them watching tv, pictures of them eating licorice while watching tv, and even the pictures where you can't tell they're watching tv - they are. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also included in our pictures this month is Ellie's first hair cut.  She was beginning to have a mullet.  One day I just couldn't stand it anymore and while she was in the bathtub I took the scissors to the back of her hair.  It wasn't much, but it sure made her look more like a toddler than my little baby girl.  Since then, she has definitely grown into the toddler stage; but I still call her my little baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Kaden is always such a big helper.  He is always willing to be my little babysitter whenever I need him to.  One of those days when I was busy packing, the kids were very bored.  I finally suggested that Kaden take the other two on a walk around the neighborhood and he gladly accepted the task.  They were so cute - all holding hands - and I had to take some pictures.  They are so adorable!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was May.  And &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/May2010#slideshow"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; are pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-7992982798516312685?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7992982798516312685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=7992982798516312685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7992982798516312685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7992982798516312685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/08/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-9220185634436771735</id><published>2010-06-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:53:51.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Sold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I haven't updated this blog for a LONG time.  And I know I have a lot to catch up on and a lot of pictures to post.  A LOT has been going on around here!  But I was too excited about this particular picture that I just have to post it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TCueeP8NDoI/AAAAAAAACwg/1Fe6fM4tjxY/s400/IMG00084-20100630-1211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488654813393391234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is our house!!!  We went to Boise this last weekend, looked at house after house after house.  We fell in love with 4 different houses.  We chose the cheapest one of them. :)  And we just finished signing the counter offer they sent us this morning.  Now just to close on the loan and move all of our stuff.  Exciting times!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more pictures of our new home, click on this link...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="window.open('http://tourfactory.com/idxr627524', 'VirtualTour', 'width=800, height=600, resizable=1, scrollbars=1, status=0, titlebar=0')"&gt;Virtual Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-9220185634436771735?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/9220185634436771735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=9220185634436771735&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/9220185634436771735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/9220185634436771735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/06/sold.html' title='Sold!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/TCueeP8NDoI/AAAAAAAACwg/1Fe6fM4tjxY/s72-c/IMG00084-20100630-1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5374556806748156680</id><published>2010-04-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:44:40.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Amen! :)</title><content type='html'>We had a super special day Saturday as we celebrated Kaden's baptism.  He's such a special little boy.  I continue to learn a lot from his sweet personality and the good choices he makes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually was baptized twice. :)  Danny forgot to say amen the first time until Kaden was already in the water and by that time it came out as AMEN!!!  It almost sounded as enthusiastic as a baptist prayer.  We all had a pretty good chuckle. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, again, we are very proud of Kaden and the choice he made to get baptized.  He didn't take the decision lightly.  He was very serious in his prayers as to whether or not it was the right choice for him to make.  I'm not convinced that I, at 8 years old, thought so diligently about the commitment to get baptized as much as he did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you so much Kaden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/KadenSBaptism#slideshow"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5374556806748156680?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5374556806748156680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5374556806748156680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5374556806748156680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5374556806748156680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/amen.html' title='Amen! :)'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8856676506692051673</id><published>2010-04-14T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:28:17.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Easter '10</title><content type='html'>Easter was a lot of fun this year.  We got to enjoy the weekend with Danny's siblings.  We had an Easter egg hunt at Justin and Megan's house on Saturday.  Megan provided some egg hunting glasses to help the kids in their search.  And we each supplied enough eggs for an entire army to have an easter egg hunt.  The kids had such a fun time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we all stayed the night for ping pong, games, and a super yummy dinner.  Easter morning we woke up and read some Easter books that the kids got for Easter (Kaden and Kinley actually listened to the books - the other kids played).  Then we enjoyed a delicious Easter lunch.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of fun and we were very happy to be able to celebrate this sacred holiday with loved ones.  Thanks to Justin and Megan for the use of their home.  It was another successful party at the party house. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/Easter10#slideshow"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8856676506692051673?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8856676506692051673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8856676506692051673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8856676506692051673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8856676506692051673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-10.html' title='Easter &apos;10'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4176885623214250506</id><published>2010-04-14T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:54:42.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Kaden's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm finally able to catch up on some posts and one of the more recent events would be Kaden's 8th birthday.  We celebrated for a complete 2 days.  Thursday (his actual b-day) he wanted alfredo pasta for dinner and a Patrick (from spongebob) cake.  He opened his presents - Legos, Legos, and more Legos - and then enjoyed putting together his new Lego race car. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, we did his favorite family activity - calzone and movie night.  We have been doing this every Friday for quite a while and Kaden requested a special calzone and movie night where he would choose the movie.  We got the new Ice Age movie and Aliens In The Attic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a wonderful family celebration.  (And I can't believe I have an eight year-old!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/KadenS8thBirthday#slideshow"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4176885623214250506?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4176885623214250506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4176885623214250506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4176885623214250506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4176885623214250506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/kadens-8th-birthday.html' title='Kaden&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5248907982234857570</id><published>2010-04-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:17:44.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>My Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>One evening (it happened to be Kaden's birthday) I sat down and took some pictures of my adorable children.  I don't do this enough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/Kids#slideshow"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5248907982234857570?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5248907982234857570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5248907982234857570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5248907982234857570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5248907982234857570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-cute-kids.html' title='My Cute Kids'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6753980683461469885</id><published>2010-04-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:03:35.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Ellie's Hair</title><content type='html'>Finally having a little girl is kind of fun.  I actually really enjoy doing her hair and making her look so pretty.  I don't do it every day - I'm just not that dedicated.  But when I do make her hair pretty, I enjoy it. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/EllieHair#slideshow"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. As you can see from the pictures, just cause I do Ellie's hair does not mean that I do Preston's hair. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6753980683461469885?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6753980683461469885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6753980683461469885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6753980683461469885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6753980683461469885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/ellies-hair.html' title='Ellie&apos;s Hair'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5051204469366001824</id><published>2010-04-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:46:07.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Basketball Pics</title><content type='html'>I'm finally able to get Kaden's basketball pictures uploaded to our computer.  (Yes, that was also clear back in January.)  These were taken the day that Danny sub-coached.  The pictures aren't the best quality and I haven't edited them yet.  At least I'm finally getting them on the blog though. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/KBasketball2010#slideshow"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5051204469366001824?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5051204469366001824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5051204469366001824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5051204469366001824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5051204469366001824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/basketball-pics.html' title='Basketball Pics'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1414629978018220622</id><published>2010-04-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:38:22.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Baby Doll or Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;For Christmas, we got Ellie a little baby doll that came with a stroller, high chair, and bassinet. We also got her a tinker bell chair. She loves the doll and stroller. And she loves the chair. But she didn't use them in the conventional way. :) Eventually she did start to actually push the doll around in the stroller; but for a couple of months she just wanted to set the doll in her chair and she wanted to sit in the stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;The stroller is meant for the doll; therefore, she doesn't fit in it all that well. It was quite difficult for her to wiggle into. She would put her hands on the floor, look between her legs, and back up 'til she could sit in it. Many times it would roll away while she did this move. She would get really mad and throw a tantrum. We finally learned to keep the stroller in front of the couch to keep it from rolling away from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's such a funny girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XvJpPZ40I/AAAAAAAACoQ/oRPtA0R1wq0/s1600/IMG_7293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XvJpPZ40I/AAAAAAAACoQ/oRPtA0R1wq0/s400/IMG_7293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460033072224920386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XvE1roPjI/AAAAAAAACoI/ETwYRc4fsE8/s1600/IMG_7294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XvE1roPjI/AAAAAAAACoI/ETwYRc4fsE8/s400/IMG_7294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032989665181234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xu-daMclI/AAAAAAAACoA/P0a6N-7l-IU/s1600/IMG_7295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xu-daMclI/AAAAAAAACoA/P0a6N-7l-IU/s400/IMG_7295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032880070390354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xu4wl7HTI/AAAAAAAACn4/0H7cl2xlcHM/s1600/IMG_7296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xu4wl7HTI/AAAAAAAACn4/0H7cl2xlcHM/s400/IMG_7296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032782140644658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XuwpfoNmI/AAAAAAAACnw/THK9jDJQLX8/s1600/IMG_7297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XuwpfoNmI/AAAAAAAACnw/THK9jDJQLX8/s400/IMG_7297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032642796238434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xupg20TDI/AAAAAAAACno/gEdk4zUOPoQ/s1600/IMG_7300.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xupg20TDI/AAAAAAAACno/gEdk4zUOPoQ/s400/IMG_7300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460032520218496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1414629978018220622?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1414629978018220622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1414629978018220622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1414629978018220622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1414629978018220622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-doll-or-little-girl.html' title='Baby Doll or Little Girl'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8XvJpPZ40I/AAAAAAAACoQ/oRPtA0R1wq0/s72-c/IMG_7293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1580880371168920590</id><published>2010-04-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:19:47.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Girl Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back in January (yes, I'm that far behind on this blog) Ellie got a hold of my phone and "talked" and "talked" and "talked". She walked around for a full hour with the phone to her ear. Hope it's not a sign of things to come. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xq_PVmKTI/AAAAAAAACmw/BucueOdadkc/s1600/IMG_7106.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xq_PVmKTI/AAAAAAAACmw/BucueOdadkc/s400/IMG_7106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460028495426365746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1580880371168920590?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1580880371168920590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1580880371168920590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1580880371168920590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1580880371168920590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-talk.html' title='Girl Talk'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/S8Xq_PVmKTI/AAAAAAAACmw/BucueOdadkc/s72-c/IMG_7106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8968091333531575474</id><published>2010-04-13T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:37:13.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>"I'm Starving"</title><content type='html'>This morning, at approximately 1:30 AM, Danny and I were awakened to Preston rushing down the stairs frantically.  Of course, the first thing that I thought was that someone had an "accident" and we were gonna have a mess to clean up.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny beat me out of bed.  I was in the process of climbing out of bed when I heard what Preston was so worked up about.  This is what I heard:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sounding panic-stricken) "I need food.  I'm so hungry.  I'm starving.  I need to eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the 7 bites of chicken and pasta that I practically had to force him to eat last night was not quite enough to hold him out until morning.  Either that or he was still asleep through this whole exchange.  I have a tendency to think it's the latter. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny patiently told him that it was almost breakfast time so he could go back to sleep and he would eat when it was morning.  He laid back down, went back to sleep, and this morning he had a toaster strudel and string cheese for breakfast.  (Don't ask me - that was his choice for breakfast.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8968091333531575474?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8968091333531575474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8968091333531575474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8968091333531575474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8968091333531575474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-starving.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Starving&quot;'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4860215104559097836</id><published>2010-03-05T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:02:09.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>And The Verdict Is...</title><content type='html'>I waited as long as I possibly could... :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny received an email last night from ASU.  It was a surprise to both of us since their website still said that his application was still in review.  And the first word in the email was congratulations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are in!  We are super excited.  We stopped celebrating long enough last night to call parents to tell them.  It is now official...  We will be moving to Phoenix this summer and Danny will be attending ASU's Master's of Arts, Media, and Engineering program in the fall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of Danny.  He has worked so hard throughout our marriage to support our family and to be the best he can be at everything.  And he continues to work as hard as he can, in everything he does, to continue moving us up in life.  I love that man so much and again, I'm SO proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4860215104559097836?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4860215104559097836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4860215104559097836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4860215104559097836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4860215104559097836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-verdict-is.html' title='And The Verdict Is...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4071539272948678118</id><published>2010-03-03T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:24:19.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Give Some Luv...</title><content type='html'>So Danny is participating in a contest in his GIS world.  It is for a mapping application mashup.  For those of you who do not know what that means (I would be one of you if I was not married to him) it is taking some general data and putting that info on a map to create a new application.  Anywho... Danny has spent a lot of time on his application and he had to create a youtube video to introduce the app.  The youtube video is shown on the right, so give him some love and rate him 5 stars.  :)  (not bad for being his first youtube video.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dbmediastudio.com/samples/mashup"&gt;Application posted on Danny's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4071539272948678118?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4071539272948678118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4071539272948678118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4071539272948678118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4071539272948678118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-some-luv.html' title='Give Some Luv...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5016785827521994232</id><published>2010-02-27T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:02:20.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Stressful and Busy Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life gets frustratingly stressful to the point that you can feel every muscle in your body tense up and give you more aches and pains than you care to admit.  I'm not saying that it has been so traumatic that I just want to sit down and cry (although tears are sometimes near the surface) :).  It's just that I can definitely feel the muscles in my body protesting against the tension I have been feeling.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all know that we have applied to graduate school and we are STILL anxiously waiting for the results for that little adventure.  A couple of weeks ago Danny applied for a telecommuting job that would certainly be PERFECT for the "going to school full-time with an entire family to provide for" syndrome.  It has been an extremely stressful couple of weeks since we can't remember a time when we applied for a job that we wanted as badly as this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an extremely arduous application and testing process.  With resume round, 2 phone interviews including the "technical" interview, taking several complex technical tests on the computer, flying out to Alabama for personal interviews (4 to be exact), and security background checks... Let's just say that every step of the process consisted of us waiting somewhat impatiently.  I am usually one who can just let go of the stress of the moment 'cause I know it won't help.  I just couldn't find a way to do that this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let me just step back a moment and say that when Danny and I first decided to go back to school, I was willing (if it was the right thing to do) to go back to work to support our family as Danny worked on his education.  It was a difficult decision, but I was willing to do it.  However, as I earnestly prayed about becoming a working mother again, I was told in no uncertain terms by the spirit that I should continue as a stay-at-home mom.  It was a very powerful answer to my prayers.  Back to the job... Because I had had this experience, money has been a big concern of mine for when/if we go to school. (p.s. I still feel strongly that we will be accepted).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Danny returned from Alabama, it was time for us to wait once again.  After two days of waiting, we were offered the position.  We are very excited about the prospects of what this job can bring and we feel so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, Heavenly Father has shown me (personally and in a very real way) that He will bless us if we just leave it up to Him.  I'm trying more than ever to just put our lives in His hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5016785827521994232?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5016785827521994232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5016785827521994232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5016785827521994232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5016785827521994232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/02/stressful-and-busy-life.html' title='Stressful and Busy Life'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2754543629434863031</id><published>2010-02-04T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:30:13.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Team Player</title><content type='html'>Kaden has started basketball again.  He had 2 practices and now he has a game each week.  It is really fun to watch these kids play.  Some of them are the "star players" and others run around chasing butterflies, as Danny would say.  Kaden is somewhere in the middle - as a mother I like to think he's more on the side of star than butterfly chaser.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny got the chance to "coach" one of the practices as the real coach was out of town that week.  I have pictures of that week but am unable to post them because we are going to be doing a system upgrade to our computer.  I don't want to put any more pics on my computer that would just have to be backed up and then moved back over to our computer when the update is done.  So I will post them later.  But it was a lot of fun to watch Danny with the butterfly chasers - I could tell when he was getting a little frustrated.  He tried to teach them some real defense and there were many who just kept saying, "when do we get to shoot?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny has also been working with Kaden at home.  Our seven year-old now understands the term "box out" and he has really been working on shooting one-handed.  Last night at his game, Kaden was the one player that was always under the basket whether it was waiting for one of his teammates to pass him the ball so he could shoot, or waiting for the rebound.  That doesn't necessarily mean he always got the ball, but he was really trying hard to be a team player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has said that basketball is a hard sport cause you have to keep your eye on the ball, know when you're on defense or offense, know where the guy is on the other team that you need to guard, and still try to steal the ball or make a basket.  He is a very technically minded boy and therefore has to spell out exactly what he needs to do in order to play correctly.  And he tries very hard to not be a ball hog.  Sometimes that means he passes the ball as soon as he gets it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's doing really well and I'm excited for him to have the chance to learn more of this sport that his dad loves so much.  Way to go Kaden!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh, and they lost their first game but won the game last night.  But, really, who's counting. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2754543629434863031?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2754543629434863031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2754543629434863031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2754543629434863031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2754543629434863031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/02/team-player.html' title='Team Player'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-780668840839334138</id><published>2010-02-03T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:38:03.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes For Haitians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out this post.  I saw the first picture and was so saddened.  This is a great little "fundraiser".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recessionistaparty.com/2010/02/free-shoes-for-everyonein-haiti.html"&gt;http://www.recessionistaparty.com/2010/02/free-shoes-for-everyonein-haiti.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-780668840839334138?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/780668840839334138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=780668840839334138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/780668840839334138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/780668840839334138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-shoes-for-haitians.html' title='New Shoes For Haitians'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3815589161075522119</id><published>2010-01-27T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:10:56.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed New Years Eve and New Years Day with Danny's brothers and their families.  We started out early the morning of the Eve and we played games all day at Justin and Megan's house.  The kids LOVED playing with their cousins and the grown-ups LOVED playing ping pong.  We spent the night there (after staying up 'til nearly 4 in the morning) and then went to Heber on New Years Day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went sledding on New Years day which was way fun.  We went to Kim's (sister-in-law) parents unfinished cabin where they had a nice little hill for sledding.  Her dad also had a fun little tracker on snowmobile tracks and we were pulled around behind that as well.  Kaden loved the sledding and really loved playing with his cousin, Kinley.  Preston really love playing on the "playground" with his cousin, Tanner and wouldn't stop eating the snow.  It really was a blast until I ran into a port-a-potty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story, really.  The hill was actually a road.  On one side of the road was the edge of the hill which dropped with a steep decline - we stayed away from that.  And on the right side at the bottom of the hill-road was a port-a-potty.  Danny had built up a bank as to prevent anyone from hitting the thing.  No one had hit it all day long and we were having a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last run of the day, I took Preston up the road to go down one final time.  On our way up, I said to Preston, "Should we go up higher so the ride lasts longer?"  And, of course, he said, "Yes!"  So we went up higher than we had all day long.  Therefore, we went faster than we had all day long.  Therefore, we jumped the bank that Danny had built and hit the port-a-potty going backwards (the tube always turned me around so I was going down backwards) going what seemed a million miles per hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hurt my neck and back and had a pretty bad headache.  Danny and his little bro, Matt, gave me a blessing a little later.  Long story short, I've been recovering from what I think was a cracked floating rib for the past few weeks.  But it seems much better now. :)  And again, funny story now that I look back at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=204ec1a5eb7140ffa33b053a3d482579#slideshow/"&gt;New Years Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=611c79e2320247649a65035c219acd97#slideshow/"&gt;New Years Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3815589161075522119?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3815589161075522119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3815589161075522119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3815589161075522119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3815589161075522119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-172176621366508693</id><published>2010-01-27T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:13:50.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Our Christmas was really great!  We made cookies on Christmas Eve and the boys really enjoyed that.  I told Kaden that he was allowed to wake up early on Christmas morning 'cause I was sick of being the first one out of bed. :)  So when they got ready for bed, Kaden told me he was for sure going to wake up really early.  We also put Ellie's baby monitor in their bedroom so they could let us know when they woke up.  We wanted them to wait to come downstairs until we were able to be ready to take pictures of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to bed at around 8:00 and by 9:30 we heard Kaden in the monitor whispering, "Dad, is it midnight yet?  Can we come down yet?  Has Santa come yet?"  Of course he was sent back to bed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden forgot all about the monitor and came downstairs at about 6:00 Christmas morning.  We were lucky that we woke up and I was able to stop him and send him back upstairs so that we could wake up Preston and Ellie.  We got the kids and they all came downstairs together.  Ellie wasn't quite sure why we had woken her up so early.  Preston was excited about everything he saw and would have started opening every present he saw (whether it had his name or not) if we hadn't stopped him.  And Kaden was really excited about his spongebob spinning toothbrush. :0)  They finally spotted the robots from Santa and were super excited to play with them as well as the Nerf guns that were from me and Danny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed opening presents, played with toys, made a nice dinner, and ate Christmas dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Hyde and Uncle Wes.  Weston stayed the night and we played games, games, and more games.  Overall, it was a thoroughly enjoyable Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and one funny story is that after we got Ellie dressed that day, she wanted to put her new shoes on.  She walked around in her new shoes for about an hour and loved the sound they made on the kitchen tile.  She also kept walking to the garage door while waving her hand.  She was so excited that she could walk with these shoes on and she just wanted to go bye-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=549fd951d01c42b6b7d7be72428bfedc#slideshow/"&gt;Christmas Eve Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=0f4c8dc7274b41b1a4621113c9543854#slideshow/"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-172176621366508693?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/172176621366508693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=172176621366508693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/172176621366508693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/172176621366508693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1481944237824850614</id><published>2010-01-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:42:37.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Ellie Walking</title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been forever since I posted.  And yes, I have a ton of pictures to include in my updates.  We'll start with Ellie.  She is getting so big and so fun!  I love this little sweetheart to pieces.  She has the cutest little faces and she is totally a mommy's girl.  She does love her daddy though.  And she loves it when daddy comes home.  Just last night when he came home, she ran around chasing him and laughing for about 5 minutes.  She's so much fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never posted pictures of her walking so here are some.  Hope you enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=f2b599f43c6e46ae959a7aed8a465830#slideshow/"&gt;Walking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Ellie grabbed my phone and walked around with it in her hand. She walked around and talked" on the phone for about a half hour. She wouldn't give me my phone back and she didn't want to stop.  It was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=90a556a74d034113a628449790a83455#slideshow/"&gt;Talking on the phone&lt;/a&gt;&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/37378485-1481944237824850614?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1481944237824850614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1481944237824850614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1481944237824850614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1481944237824850614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2010/01/ellie-walking.html' title='Ellie Walking'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1872744088556004673</id><published>2009-12-18T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:08:42.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>One Step At A Time</title><content type='html'>Up until yesterday, Ellie took a very passive approach in learning the all important walking skill.  She would walk 2 or 3 steps when it wasn't inconvenient.  And if it was inconvenient (or it would take more than 2 or 3 steps to get where she needed to go), she would just as well crawl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yesterday?  ...  Yesterday she decided to try an active approach.  I could hear it in her brain, "I AM going to walk today.  No more of this lowly crawling business... today is the day!" :)  She tried walking everywhere she went.  If she fell, she would stand back up and keep going.  At first there was a lot of falling.  She would take 2 or 3 steps and then fall, BUT she would pick herself back up and try again.  Finally, by about 5:00 in the afternoon, she walked TWENTY-THREE steps continuously from one end of our bedroom, out the door, and into the living room!  She still had some falls after that, but they were farther between!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to take pictures of her walking... that is on my to-do list today.  But she did it!  I'm so excited for her to enjoy the beauty of this world while standing up and walking around.  It's a lot different from that vantage point. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1872744088556004673?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1872744088556004673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1872744088556004673&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1872744088556004673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1872744088556004673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step At A Time'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3116142123001830641</id><published>2009-12-15T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:27:32.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>For those of you who may not know yet, Danny has decided to pursue his masters degree.  We have researched schools throughout the U.S.  There are a few different interests that Danny has found intriguing.  Most of the schools required taking the GRE test in order to apply, and because Danny hasn't been in school for over six years, the GRE sounds overwhelming to him.  But through our research we found ASU (Arizona State University) to have some very exciting programs, no requirements with the GRE, a lower tuition than most schools, it's one of the top design schools in the nation, and my sister lives in Phoenix (which is a plus)!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fasted, prayed, and pleaded with the Lord for guidance in this decision.  We have three kids to think about and just heading off to school isn't a decision that can be taken lightly.  Basically, after all of the time spent on our knees, we have decided that this is definitely a road we feel we should take.  It will take some sacrifice and frustration at times, but we are excited for this new route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny has spent the last few weeks trying hard to get his application in to the ASU Arts, Media, and Engineering program.  It is officially in and we are now taking part in the waiting game.  We really feel like ASU is our #1 (and in some ways our only) choice for school.  If we don't get accepted, we're not sure what step to take next.  So we are putting our lives in the Lords hands and praying that everything will work out for the best.  We know He knows what's best for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should find out if we are accepted by February.  Keep us in mind in your prayers as we really would like this acceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3116142123001830641?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3116142123001830641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3116142123001830641&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3116142123001830641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3116142123001830641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/12/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1357387578971627055</id><published>2009-12-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:57:27.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Surprise Visitor</title><content type='html'>Last night we were just getting ready to eat dinner when the doorbell rang.  When I went to open the door, I heard some bells.  I immediately thought we were going to have some carolers so I called to Danny to join me.  When I opened the door, I was taken by surprise.  There stood a jolly old Saint Nicholas with sleigh bells and all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We invited the old guy in and he came in and talked to our boys.  They were so excited!  Kaden immediately went to stand by him.  Santa asked him what he wanted for Christmas and Kaden replied, "I don't really care what I get.  I won't complain."  I think Santa was a little surprised by the comment and couldn't think of what to say except, "Well, that's what Santa likes to hear!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston was a little more hesitant.  He was scared of Santa last year and then he figured out that he got presents from him on Christmas.  So this whole year Preston has said many times that, "I can't wait to see Santa again."  Of course, I knew that when the day finally came for him to see the big guy, he would be nervous.  And he was.  He wouldn't stand by Santa, but he was sure to let him know that he wanted a Transformer for Christmas. (We are done shopping and he is not getting a Transformer - Ellie might have to get him that as her present for him.)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa gave each of our boys (Ellie was already in bed) a candy-cane and he gave Danny and I each a carmel!  Yummy - Homemade!  Kaden was so excited to go tell his teacher today about our surprise visitor.  (And we're still not sure exactly who it was in that big red coat...  ???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/Santa#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1357387578971627055?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1357387578971627055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1357387578971627055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1357387578971627055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1357387578971627055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-visitor.html' title='Surprise Visitor'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3976553578504758460</id><published>2009-12-10T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:41:35.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>SnowBound</title><content type='html'>The boys have been begging me to be able to go play in the snow.  They were going to when the snow first fell, but we couldn't find their snow pants.  I finally found all of their snow gear and they were extremely ready to go play in the fluffy white stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got all bundled, and I had to take some pictures.  Then when they finally got outside, Kaden was so excited that he just dived into the snow face first.  He had snow all over his face (I think he learned not to do that.)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden tried to start a snowman.  Preston watched.  Kaden held up the start of his snowman for me.  And the snowman didn't get any farther than that cause they saw a mound of snow to go play in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They definitely had a lot of fun together playing in the snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/SnowPictures#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3976553578504758460?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3976553578504758460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3976553578504758460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3976553578504758460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3976553578504758460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowbound.html' title='SnowBound'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6900804263213933109</id><published>2009-12-10T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:41:20.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Pictures of Ellie</title><content type='html'>I haven't taken pictures of Ellie for a while.  I guess I'm falling into the scene where the third child doesn't get as many pictures taken as the first or even the second.  I never thought I'd become THAT person. :)  But I had the camera out yesterday and had to take some of this little princess who has graced us with her presence in our family. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has gotten so big and has so many expressions.  She is so funny and I love spending my days with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/PicturesOfEllie#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6900804263213933109?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6900804263213933109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6900804263213933109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6900804263213933109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6900804263213933109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-of-ellie.html' title='Pictures of Ellie'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3515999098816856656</id><published>2009-12-04T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:31:02.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>It's been a very crazy couple of weeks in our house.  After the last post, Preston and I did indeed get sick.  It has been the worst cold!  It started with a fever, went to an upset stomach, continued with a terrible sinus cold, and concluded by settling into my chest and throat and therefore giving me a cough for the last week.  It's never fun to be sick, but to endure two full weeks of it is torture.  But, alas, I am on the mend.  (Preston didn't get it nearly as severely as I did.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was wonderful.  We were able to spend it with my WHOLE family.  It was 30 people under one roof and it was a blast.  We tried to pack everything we could into the weekend.  We had crafts, paintball, a guitar hero competition, a poker tournament, and, of course, black friday shopping - although, I must say the black friday experience this year was definitely less enjoyable than usual.  People seemed overly annoying - maybe it was my lack of sleep plus my cold symptoms that made me a little more irritable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am getting ready for Christmas and feeling very blessed.  Between a wonderful Thanksgiving and some recent discussions in our home with our children, I feel a strong sense of gratitude for my life.  And what a great opportunity Christmastime gives us to feel that joy and gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy belated Thanksgiving and a very merry Christmas to everyone!  I hope you feel the spirit of Christmas this year as much as I have felt it in the last week.  Love to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3515999098816856656?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3515999098816856656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3515999098816856656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3515999098816856656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3515999098816856656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6272734862780967462</id><published>2009-11-21T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:20:16.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Seriously???</title><content type='html'>I am so done with illness in our family!  Kaden had the swine flu about 4 weeks ago.  Danny had the swine flu about 3 weeks ago.  We had about 4 days of health and then Danny got really sick again with a really terrible cold.  Last night Ellie acted like she wasn't feeling well and woke up a couple of times.  Now this morning Kaden woke up with a 100 degree fever and a sore throat.  Apparently, Preston and I have gotten by so far; but I'm not feeling optimistic for us and the next few days.  All I can say is I better not get sick for Thanksgiving!  I have to be healthy for Black Friday shopping. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want health to restore itself in our house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6272734862780967462?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6272734862780967462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6272734862780967462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6272734862780967462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6272734862780967462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously???'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2564239147204584800</id><published>2009-11-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:47:18.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Cutest Comment Award!</title><content type='html'>Danny and I don't quite know what to get Kaden for Christmas this year.  So this evening I asked him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "So, Kaden, what do you want for Christmas this year?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden: "I don't know.  I don't really care what I get.  I won't complain.  Oh, and mom, I already wrote my letter to Santa at school.  So I don't need to write another one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom (Still dubious as to what to get him): "What did you write in your letter?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden: "It was a long letter.  I wrote lots of stuff like 'is it cold in the North Pole' and 'how are the elves'.  Stuff like that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom (Let's try this one more time): "But what did you tell him you wanted for Christmas?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden: "Just what I told you.  I told him that I don't care what he brings me.  I won't complain.  I just want a couple of presents, that's all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of a 7 year-old says that?  What a sweetheart!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2564239147204584800?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2564239147204584800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2564239147204584800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2564239147204584800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2564239147204584800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/cutest-comment-award.html' title='Cutest Comment Award!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3351097792622829739</id><published>2009-11-20T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:58:22.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recessionista</title><content type='html'>I love this blog!  I found it from a friend of mine and they just keep giving things away.  Check it out... http://www.recessionistaparty.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3351097792622829739?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3351097792622829739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3351097792622829739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3351097792622829739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3351097792622829739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/recessionista.html' title='Recessionista'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5342235902846195990</id><published>2009-11-16T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:01:36.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Things To Remember - Kaden</title><content type='html'>Kaden has grown up a lot.  I can't believe he is going to be baptized in a few short months. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to ask questions, especially when we are reading the scriptures.  And we are now in Isaiah, so there are a lot of questions to be asked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also tries so hard to please us.  He works really hard to make sure we are proud of him, even though it's hard to not be proud of such a good little boy.  That's not to say he doesn't get in trouble sometimes though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His favorite phrase is, "huh, mom..." or "huh, dad..."  He says it over and over until we acknowledge that he is correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He talks a lot during movies.  Whether it's questions about what's going on or making sure that he is correct about what's going on, you can count on him to ask the questions in the middle of a really important part of a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaden is a little shy and very sensitive.  He gets his feelings hurt rather easily, which is sometimes frustrating, but also heartbreaking.  Most of the time he is very mellow, unless he is playing xbox. :) He is very caring and is always making sure that others are doing ok.  He prays for things like his aunt Jill's feet - that they will be healthy - as well as little things like that Preston and Ellie will be good for me while he is at school.  :)  He is constantly seeking for approval and that is sometimes frustrating, but also very heartwarming.  I love him so much and am so proud to be his mom.  He teaches me more things than I can count and wish he knew how much I appreciate him.&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/37378485-5342235902846195990?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5342235902846195990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5342235902846195990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5342235902846195990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5342235902846195990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-remember-kaden.html' title='Things To Remember - Kaden'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8621789742897415380</id><published>2009-11-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:40:50.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Things To Remember - Preston</title><content type='html'>Preston has a certain look that he gives me to get what he wants.  He looks at me and says, "Please, mom?" with an adorable look in his eyes.  Whenever he does this, it melts my heart and I usually say yes.  In fact, the other day he wanted to take a cup of water up to his room while he was watching a movie.  I told him that he would spill it.  He looked at me with that unbelievably sincere look and said, "Please, mom... I promise I won't spill it.  I'll be super careful."  Of course, I let him - and in fifteen minutes he came down crying and heartbroken, exclaiming, "I spilled it, mom!"  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also has a GREAT imagination.  He loves to play imaginary games and he has to ask my permission every time.  "Mom, can I play my new batman game - outside of the xbox?"  He has to specify that he is not asking to play the xbox but is asking to pretend that he is batman. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to just have my attention.  He will stand there for five minutes saying, "Mom, mom, mom, mom..." if that's what it takes for me to say "what".  And most of the time his reply is just, "I love you."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He adores his big brother but will stand up for himself when needed.  He throws a lot of fits, but is getting so much better at refraining from his fit-throwing.  For the past few months he has really figured out the word please, and he uses it to his advantage.  The majority of the time he will accept my answer of no as long as an explanation of why is accompanied with the word.  He is very sweet to Ellie, and also very overpowering to her at the same time.  He will give her a kiss, but nock her down while doing so.  He's loving, and sweet, and he tells me I'm so pretty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the little guy so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8621789742897415380?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8621789742897415380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8621789742897415380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8621789742897415380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8621789742897415380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-remember-preston.html' title='Things To Remember - Preston'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5046992490202067017</id><published>2009-11-16T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:26:44.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Things To Remember - Ellie</title><content type='html'>One thing I never want to forget about Ellie is her "going to sleep" routine.  Every time I lay her down to sleep, I have to give her the binkie and a corner of her blanket.  She then proceeds to tickle her face (nose and eyes) with the corner of the blanket.  It is so cute!  And the other day, I went in to get her after a nap.  She had the corner again, and when I held out my arms to pick her up she bent down for one last tickle on her nose.  She does that every once in a while and I love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I don't want to ever forget is the way Ellie says "MOM!"  Sometimes she yells it, sometimes she just says it quietly, and sometimes it's even annoying cause she says it over and over and over and over.  But I still love it.  It's not mommy, or mama, or ma... it's "mom" pronounced very accurately. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has also begun to copy other words.  This morning, for instance, she waved and said "bye" to Kaden when he was leaving for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the way she nods or shakes her head whenever she is asked a question.  This morning I asked her, "You want to get up and have some breakfast?"  She replied with an emphatic nod of her head.  I don't think she quite realizes the difference between a nod and shake, but I do think she understands that it is an answer.  It's adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has almost figured out how to come back down the stairs by herself and is so proud when she does accomplish it.  She started trying over the weekend to stand up by herself in the middle of the room.  She will take 1 step but then get scared and fall down.  She is so close to walking, which I am nervous about cause she already gets into everything.  She is more grabby than either of our boys and will get into anything - especially the things we tell her not to.  She hits the tv just to see a reaction from us and she will even turn the tv off, just to make us pick her up.  She is such a joy in our lives and I love her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5046992490202067017?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5046992490202067017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5046992490202067017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5046992490202067017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5046992490202067017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-remember-ellie.html' title='Things To Remember - Ellie'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3494376448631770339</id><published>2009-11-03T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:37:24.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popinjayz'/><title type='text'>Popinjayz Blog</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to put the word out there about the new blog for Popinjayz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popinjayz.com/blog"&gt;www.popinjayz.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;   Check it out!  There's a contest running right now to win a $50 shopping spree at our store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3494376448631770339?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3494376448631770339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3494376448631770339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3494376448631770339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3494376448631770339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/popinjayz-blog.html' title='Popinjayz Blog'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-7344322517267923797</id><published>2009-11-02T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:35:42.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>This year our kids had the "Batman" theme for Halloween.  Preston was Batman, Kaden was Joker, and Ellie was Batgirl.  I have to say that I made Ellie's costume and was SO excited with how it turned out.  Plus she even kept the mask on.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys, of course, had been looking forward to the festivities for a while.  They were so anxious to get dressed up and go get candy.  They loved wearing their costumes - they wore them almost all day long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided I have become a lot more lenient as a parent.  I remember rationing Kaden's candy and letting him eat a couple pieces each day until it was gone.  Now, having 3, I let them go for it as soon as we got in the door.  They were allowed to eat as much candy they could until bedtime (which was only 15-20 minutes, but still.)  I even gave Ellie some candy to eat.  She LOVED it!  And I really enjoyed watching them.  I've learned to just enjoy the moment just a little more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=649caff52b054c7c9dfefd020806e74c"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-7344322517267923797?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/7344322517267923797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=7344322517267923797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7344322517267923797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/7344322517267923797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2330681937760548943</id><published>2009-10-26T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:36:31.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popinjayz'/><title type='text'>Introducing...  POPINJAYZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 73px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SuYjSdT-CSI/AAAAAAAACZs/AKeJcrwKy8Q/s200/Logo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040003463121186" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the past few months Danny and I have been working hard at starting my new business.  I would like to introduce you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popinjayz.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;www.popinjayz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - my infant's/children's accessory store.  Check it out!  And feel totally free to order something if you'd like. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am really excited about this opportunity and would appreciate your help in any way possible.  I would like to offer a discount to anyone who would be willing to do some advertising.  Advertising can include posting on a blog, facebook, etc. about Popinjayz, emailing friends who might have some little girls of their own, or anything else you can think of.  If you'd like to take part in the advertising discount, just email me (mardie [at] popinjayz [dot] com) with the varieties of advertising you are doing, and I will send you a corresponding coupon code.  I will say - the more advertisement the better!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One more thing.  I am open to putting other people's products on my website.  If you or anyone you know has products that you/they would like to distribute through a website, just let me know.  If I approve of the product, I will only charge a small placement percentage of each product sold through my site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for your support as I begin this new adventure.  I hope you like it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2330681937760548943?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2330681937760548943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2330681937760548943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2330681937760548943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2330681937760548943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-popinjayz.html' title='Introducing...  POPINJAYZ!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SuYjSdT-CSI/AAAAAAAACZs/AKeJcrwKy8Q/s72-c/Logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5671296340985391940</id><published>2009-10-22T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:24:40.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Family Scripture Study</title><content type='html'>There is something so very precious and sweet about watching Kaden carefully assist Preston in reading during our family scripture study.  He would read a few words at a time and Preston would try his hardest to repeat what Kaden said.  It was one of those precious moments that I will cherish to recall.  I love those boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5671296340985391940?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5671296340985391940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5671296340985391940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5671296340985391940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5671296340985391940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-scripture-study.html' title='Family Scripture Study'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4633334386568708900</id><published>2009-10-13T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:14:16.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Blech!</title><content type='html'>All I can say is there are 4 sick people in our house (fever and all) and the only "healthy" one is still recovering from 2 surgeries.  What terrible luck!  Can't we just have 1 normal week to catch up on life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4633334386568708900?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4633334386568708900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4633334386568708900&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4633334386568708900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4633334386568708900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/10/blech.html' title='Blech!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3443994550053763229</id><published>2009-10-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:13:00.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Underwear</title><content type='html'>Preston: "Mom?  Do grown-ups have underwear?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: ":) Yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston (incredulous): "They DO have underwear?  hee hee"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3443994550053763229?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3443994550053763229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3443994550053763229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3443994550053763229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3443994550053763229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/10/underwear.html' title='Underwear'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8755387196135801730</id><published>2009-09-30T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:27:20.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Where Is Our Number</title><content type='html'>Preston was telling me how old he was when he got a little confused.  He said, "Mom, where is our number?"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom - "What to you mean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston - "Where is the number that tells us how old we are?  Where is it on our body?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom - "We don't have a number on our body - we just have to keep track of how old we are in our minds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8755387196135801730?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8755387196135801730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8755387196135801730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8755387196135801730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8755387196135801730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-is-our-number.html' title='Where Is Our Number'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3046943213319899985</id><published>2009-09-28T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:42:20.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>The Shoulder Surgery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a little more time now to explain a little about the shoulder surgery Danny had on Friday.  The doctor called it a "classic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bankart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; repair".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;asically, Danny's labrum was torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When surgery was performed, the torn labrum of the Bankart lesion was reattached to the socket of the shoulder.  This was done arthroscopically; but that's pretty much all we know right now.  I didn't get much of a chance to talk to the doctor after the surgery so we are anxious to talk to him tomorrow for Danny's post-op checkup.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As for my end of the surgery, I had been a little nervous since his knee surgery.  Not only did EVERYONE tell us that the shoulder surgery was much, MUCH more painful than the knee.  I was also worried about Danny going under with the anesthesia again.  Last time it took him 50 minutes to wake up after he was taken to recovery.  I know, for some that number doesn't sound like very long.  But most people wake up almost instantaneously.  Everyone called Danny a "light-weight" with the anesthesia.  He is just SO sensitive to it.  Plus, they (the doctors) have deduced that his fever (the one that lasted a whole week) last time was an effect of the anesthesia because he is so sensitive.  Therefore, I was quite nervous of the post-op effects of the anesthesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This time I was waiting for over two hours while Danny was "in" recovery.  And every second of that time made me more nervous of how his body was handling the anesthesia.  When they finally called me back, they told me that it took him 30 minutes to wake up this time.  Yes, that is less time than last time, but they also gave me one more lovely piece of information about what the anesthesia does to him.  I found out that both times Danny came out of surgery, he was not breathing on his own and it took them the full time to get him to start breathing on his own.  On top of everything, for the first 12 hours at home, Danny says he has to CONCENTRATE on breathing because if he lets himself relax, he catches himself not breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again, everything is fine and he is doing pretty well considering he has had two surgeries in three weeks.  I have just wanted to record these experiences since Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Danny does have another fever so we are trying to stay on top of it with tylenol and pain killers.  I personally am hoping it doesn't last for a week like the last time - as I'm sure Danny feels the same.  He is still doing physical therapy for his knee and he will start PT for his shoulder soon as well.  His knee seems to be doing really well.  He is able to walk slowly by himself if he has his knee-brace on.  So I only have to be by his side when he doesn't have his brace on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am very grateful for everyone who has helped us out and supported us.  Our neighbor was so amazing to bring us dinner on Friday and it somehow lasted all weekend long.  It was such a good dinner for Danny too!  Mashed potatoes and gravy tasted so good to him and it helped with his nausea on Friday.  We feel so blessed with wonderful friends, family, and even fairly good health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/37378485-3046943213319899985?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3046943213319899985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3046943213319899985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3046943213319899985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3046943213319899985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoulder-surgery.html' title='The Shoulder Surgery...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6164491191916108826</id><published>2009-09-25T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:52:27.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Danny's Surgery</title><content type='html'>Danny had his shoulder surgery today.  He is doing fine.  It took him forever (again!) to wake up from anesthesia.  He is exhausted.  And he can hardly walk with his knee yet.  I am having to support him everywhere he goes right now.  We'll see how long that will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6164491191916108826?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6164491191916108826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6164491191916108826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6164491191916108826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6164491191916108826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/dannys-surgery.html' title='Danny&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3710647349879291304</id><published>2009-09-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:25:33.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>A Morning at the Park</title><content type='html'>This morning I decided to let Preston ride his bike to the park.  So we strapped Ellie in the stroller and took off.  We had lots of fun swinging.  And I love how sweet Preston is with Ellie.  They are going to be such good friends!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=2c818910052d4e429277d67cca7dbe7f"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ok, so Preston isn't always sweet with her - but he was this morning. Maybe if I mention it enough, he'll stop beating her up.) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3710647349879291304?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3710647349879291304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3710647349879291304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3710647349879291304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3710647349879291304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/morning-at-park.html' title='A Morning at the Park'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1985146268226337667</id><published>2009-09-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:16:33.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Preston and His Bike</title><content type='html'>Preston has been doing extremely well with figuring out his bike.  He can finally get on and off by himself, pedal by himself, and even get started by himself.  He has only fallen once, and he just got back up to continue on his bike.  What a trooper!  Way to go Preston!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=b68a002b78da447187f6615c105182cf"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1985146268226337667?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1985146268226337667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1985146268226337667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1985146268226337667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1985146268226337667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/preston-and-his-bike.html' title='Preston and His Bike'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8425204474218223789</id><published>2009-09-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:10:48.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Ellie's Growing Up So Fast!</title><content type='html'>Ellie has been reaching all sorts of milestones lately.  In the past two days, she has mastered crawling.  No more army-crawl around here!  She is up on all fours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also standing up against furniture, and then walking along the furniture.  She's going to be taking off pretty soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing the dishes today and realized that I didn't know where Ellie was.  I looked up the stairs and could only see her feet dangling from the landing.  What?  When did she figure out how to crawl up the stairs?  So here goes the "watch her very carefully" stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has at least ten teeth now, that I am aware of.  She talks everyone's ears off.  She blabs, and laughs, and throws tantrums when she doesn't get her way.  She also likes to show everyone her tongue- she is always sticking it out.  She's getting so big and I feel like she's entering the toddler stage.  No more little tiny baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this little girl and enjoy every single milestone she reaches.  Even if she is reaching a new one every single day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=95aa0fc331ac43138da80273a33076de"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8425204474218223789?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8425204474218223789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8425204474218223789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8425204474218223789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8425204474218223789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/ellies-growing-up-so-fast.html' title='Ellie&apos;s Growing Up So Fast!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5147951197989402746</id><published>2009-09-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:52:15.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>If All Else Fails, Use Bribery</title><content type='html'>Preston needed a bath, and therefore was getting into the bathtub.  As he sits down, he says, "Mom, if you wash me then I'll get a treat for me and for you."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "You can wash yourself now, Preston.  You're a big boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: "But don't you want a treat, Mom?  If YOU wash me, I'll get us both a treat.  Do you want a candy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the things he will come up with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5147951197989402746?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5147951197989402746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5147951197989402746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5147951197989402746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5147951197989402746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-all-else-fails-use-bribery.html' title='If All Else Fails, Use Bribery'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6204695531410402360</id><published>2009-09-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:51:17.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Halo Buddy</title><content type='html'>For the last week Kaden has come home and told me about his friend, Dylan, who wants to come over and play Halo.  He has even been given little cards drawn by Dylan with Halo characters on it and talking about how fun it would be to play Halo together.  I called Dylan's mom on Thursday night to see if he could come over Friday, but he wasn't able to come until today.  It turned out that Kaden has been drawing "Halo cards" as well to give to his little friend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they walked home together today and they spent the evening playing video games.  Kaden has never had a buddy with the same interests as himself, that he has been able to play with outside of school.  We lived by so many girls in Mapleton; I think it's about time that he found a little boy to play with.  It was fun to watch them together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-6204695531410402360?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6204695531410402360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6204695531410402360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6204695531410402360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6204695531410402360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/halo-buddy.html' title='Halo Buddy'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8985918163024066141</id><published>2009-09-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:37:11.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>I Have A Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Preston climbed up on the counter to wash and dry his hands.  As he was precariously walking along the counter top, the following conversation took place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom: Preston, you be careful so you don't fall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: I won't fall mom.  I will be careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after he had gotten down and thought for a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: You know why I wouldn't fall, mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston: Because I have a brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8985918163024066141?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8985918163024066141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8985918163024066141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8985918163024066141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8985918163024066141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-brain.html' title='I Have A Brain'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-8541589354593521867</id><published>2009-09-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:54:31.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><title type='text'>Preston's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Preston had a birthday on the 9th.  He was a little spoiled and had a lot of fun.  A couple of times, out of nowhere, he has said, "Mom, my birthday was so much fun.  Thanks for my birthday.  It made me so happy."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked for a "Halo guy" cake this year.  I think it has been my biggest challenge for cake decorating yet.  But I managed to find a picture to copy and I was able to fake a Halo cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to both sets of grandparents for the presents.  He loved all of them.  He calls all his birthday presents his "cool toys" as opposed to his regular toys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?galleryid=e9acecbca0d74db68c293e6dea9b811a&amp;amp;trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-8541589354593521867?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/8541589354593521867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=8541589354593521867&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8541589354593521867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/8541589354593521867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/prestons-birthday.html' title='Preston&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3028113841479080000</id><published>2009-09-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:28:22.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>What A Fun and Busy 2 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My brother Wes came home from the Tokyo Japan Mission on September 2nd.  It has been so fun to see him and we have really enjoyed some "Hyde family time" the last two weeks.  He looks the same, but is totally grown up and we are all so proud of him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Saturday after he got home we went paint-balling.  It was lots of fun!  Then this last Friday we enjoyed a wonderful day together.  We went to the courthouse with my sister Jill in the morning.  Her little baby Noah is officially theirs!  And Friday night we enjoyed going to the temple with my nephew Zack.  He will be going to the Brazil Belo Horizante Mission in January.  It was wonderful to see him go through the temple for the first time.  And on Saturday we enjoyed seeing little Noah sealed to his parents.  What an amazing experience that was!  And then on Sunday we were able to listen as Weston reported his mission in sacrament meeting.  What an awesome and emotional two weeks it has been.  I'm so grateful I was able to participate in all of these events!  All I can say is, "I love my family!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?galleryid=387522c9f78c425f8d99824f85e94190&amp;amp;trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share"&gt;Airport Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=bb53ee50598447b3bc45eae8e2251a6e"&gt;Paint-balling Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=5445bdabc57f47dfb7a3285b5196eed1"&gt;Noah's Sealing Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshop.com/user/mrdb/?trackingid=BTAGC&amp;amp;wf=share&amp;amp;galleryid=680e6fa6add9494a830fd5759b9f0c78"&gt;Hyde Family Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3028113841479080000?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3028113841479080000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3028113841479080000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3028113841479080000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3028113841479080000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fun-and-busy-2-weeks.html' title='What A Fun and Busy 2 Weeks!'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2637438211869239158</id><published>2009-09-07T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:50:21.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been kind of crappy around here the last couple of days.  Yesterday (Sunday) Danny woke up with a fever of 100.7.  We were concerned about an infection so we called the doctor's office.  The doctor on call assured me that it most likely was not an infection in his joint.  It usually takes at least a week for an infection to present itself in the actual joint.  He explained that he might have some kind of virus or an infection in his lungs from the percocet, etc.  However, Danny hadn't taken many of his percocet and he didn't feel the need to cough or anything like the doctor had explained.  He did however feel sick to his stomach.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By yesterday afternoon, I had a small fever and felt sick to my stomach.  Yippee.  So we figured there was a possibility that we both had the same illness.  But by last night, Danny's foot and ankle was a little more swollen and it looked quite red.  I called the doctor once again (just to be safe) and the doctor reassured me that it was very unlikely to be an infection in his joint.  He did say there was a possibility of a blood clot and he asked a lot of other questions.  By the end of the conversation, the doctor had somewhat ruled out a blood clot and basically said to loosen the wrap a little so his leg could have good circulation.  He said the wrap might be too tight and that's what was causing the redness and swelling.  He also told us to continue Danny's leg exercises to ensure good circulation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in review, we have 1 disabled Danny along with 2 ill parents and 3 young children that we would like to have entertain themselves while we lay out on our bed for 2 days.  This equation equals a not so fun holiday weekend in the Bradshaw house.  BLAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least there is one good way to look at it - I've lost 3 lbs in the last 4 days!  Gotta stay postitive. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2637438211869239158?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2637438211869239158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2637438211869239158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2637438211869239158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2637438211869239158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1231728145129735487</id><published>2009-09-03T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:02:56.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Successful Surgery</title><content type='html'>I finally have a second to sit down and let everyone know that Danny's surgery was a success.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The medial meniscus had a very slight tear, so the doctor put a couple of stitches in it.  The lateral meniscus had some tearing and damage and the doctor basically had to "trim" that torn portion of the meniscus. His ACL was completely torn through and therefore the doctor had to completely reconstruct his ACL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny isn't in too much pain.  He has to keep his leg elevated and iced.  He is also on percocet and in his words, "it makes me loopy."  He's pretty out of it and kind of tired.  He will be on crutches for a couple of weeks and we will see the doctor again next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the other surgeries, because his right knee is asymptomatic we are waiting to see how it handles all this weight for the next few weeks to determine whether or not to have surgery on it as well.  The doctor says that if it isn't bothering him, he probably shouldn't get it fixed (in fact we've had 2 doctors suggest that); so we are going to make sure the extra work for this knee - while he is on crutches - doesn't bother it at all, and then possibly forego the surgery on the right knee.  We just want to get the surgery done this year (because of the deductible being met) if he is ultimately going to need the surgery anyway.  We will be praying about it to make sure we do the right thing.  The shoulder surgery is scheduled for 3 weeks away (we might move that date back, depending on how this knee recovers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thanks to all who have expressed their concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1231728145129735487?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1231728145129735487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1231728145129735487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1231728145129735487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1231728145129735487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/successful-surgery.html' title='Successful Surgery'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-6874019294819563440</id><published>2009-09-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:57:58.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Gangsta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The boys decided to put their hats on and this is the picture we got... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/Sp1gRPPu8zI/AAAAAAAACVo/vvzAI_RdKKo/s1600-h/IMG_6050-1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/Sp1gRPPu8zI/AAAAAAAACVo/vvzAI_RdKKo/s200/IMG_6050-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376559379416806194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(click on the picture to see it in full size)&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/37378485-6874019294819563440?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/6874019294819563440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=6874019294819563440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6874019294819563440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/6874019294819563440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/gangsta.html' title='Gangsta'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/Sp1gRPPu8zI/AAAAAAAACVo/vvzAI_RdKKo/s72-c/IMG_6050-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-5260335164083521545</id><published>2009-09-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:51:18.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>My Big One-Year-Old</title><content type='html'>Ellie had her first birthday on Sunday!  I can't believe it's already been a year!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let her open a present before church (earrings and bracelets).  And of course the boys had to help her with EVERY present.  They simply couldn't just sit back and wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church we were lucky to have Grandma and Grandpa Hyde come and help her celebrate.  We enjoyed some grilled chicken and shrimp, twice-baked potatoes, corn, and rolls.  Ellie REALLY enjoyed her meal. :)  Then we opened the rest of her presents.  All I can say is I am destined to have a girly girl when she grows up if I continue to buy dolls and jewelry for her birthdays. :)  It is so fun to do girly stuff with her after having the two boys.  I guess, hopefully, the boys can keep her from becoming too girly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the cake and ice cream, well, she wasn't quite sure about using her fingers.  It was pretty messy, and apparently she just didn't want to get her hands all dirty.  So she started just putting her face directly into the bowl.  It was hilarious!  Finally, I got her a spoon and she actually did pretty good at trying to feed herself with the spoon.  By the end, though, she just wanted a bite and she just couldn't stand waiting until she had the spoon thing figured out.  She picked up the cake and munched it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy First Birthday to my little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/EllieSBDay#slideshow"&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-5260335164083521545?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/5260335164083521545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=5260335164083521545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5260335164083521545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/5260335164083521545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-big-one-year-old.html' title='My Big One-Year-Old'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-711081558349018270</id><published>2009-08-25T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:47:38.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><title type='text'>Knee Surgery</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official.  Danny is going to be having knee surgery next Thursday (the 3rd).  He went to see the doctor yesterday and he has a torn ACL in both knees as well as a torn meniscus in his left knee.  He also needs to visit the doctor for his shoulder to see what needs to be done to fix it.  Yes, that is THREE possible surgeries that need to be done for his joints.  He wants to be able to have all three surgeries in the same year for insurance purposes.  We are starting with the left knee and then we'll see what we can do from there.  But 3 surgeries in 4 months seems a little overwhelming to me!  Just try to keep him in your prayers next week.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-711081558349018270?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/711081558349018270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=711081558349018270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/711081558349018270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/711081558349018270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/knee-surgery.html' title='Knee Surgery'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-4390953695664511100</id><published>2009-08-24T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:23:44.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Bradshaw Family Reunion - 2009</title><content type='html'>This last weekend we got to go to a cabin up in Ashton, Idaho.  We enjoyed the whole weekend with the whole Bradshaw clan as we enjoyed the 2009 Family Reunion.  It was a TON of fun.  We enjoyed canoeing, games, hiking, games, 4 wheeling, games, Mesa Falls, and did I mention games?  We enjoyed every minute of it and have to tell Grandma and Grandpa THANK YOU so much for the whole weekend.  They planned it all and it was so enjoyable.  Thank you and we love you!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/BradshawReunion2009#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-4390953695664511100?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/4390953695664511100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=4390953695664511100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4390953695664511100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/4390953695664511100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/bradshaw-family-reunion-2009.html' title='Bradshaw Family Reunion - 2009'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1394094986139610024</id><published>2009-08-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:55:52.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>This summer has been so extremely busy (as shown by previous posts), but we've enjoyed just a little down time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first there are pictures of a super fun camping trip we took at the beginning of August.  We enjoyed sleeping outdoors in the tent and all the kids loved it.  I was surprised at how well Ellie handled the whole camping trip.  She's such a trooper.  And then in the morning, as we were getting ready to leave, our car wouldn't start.  We were nowhere near any other campers, up at the top of Heber Mountain, and we had no cell phone service.  We decided to say a round of prayers.  Preston started by saying his prayer that he was grateful we had not been eaten by bugs. :)  Kaden continued with a wonderful prayer about being grateful we could spend time as a family and praying we could make it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we said our prayers, Danny and Kaden walked down to the "main" road.  Within a few minutes a very nice gentleman came and offered to take us all down the mountain and into Heber (he didn't have any jumper cables).  We accepted his offer and found out that he was lost trying to find his stake's girls camp area.  We also found out later that he was on the totally wrong road.  I really believe he was on that road for a purpose - to help the Bradshaws find their way home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we ended up seeing a group gathered for a pioneer trek just a couple of miles down the road and they had some jumper cables.  We didn't end up driving all the way back to Heber, so we were grateful for that as well.  What a blessing prayer is in our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our "down-time" this summer, the boys enjoyed the xbox and computer games.  I think I'm raising a couple of real "gamers".  And for Ellie...  She's just happy with eating, sleeping, and an occasional bath. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/Summer2009#slideshow/"&gt;Here are some pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1394094986139610024?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1394094986139610024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1394094986139610024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1394094986139610024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1394094986139610024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-3244280172907359299</id><published>2009-08-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:03:09.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>In Other News...</title><content type='html'>In other news, Ellie now has THREE teeth - with more on the way.  Within a week or two she will probably have at least two more.  Yay for milestones!  Wow she's getting big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-3244280172907359299?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3244280172907359299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=3244280172907359299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3244280172907359299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/3244280172907359299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-other-news.html' title='In Other News...'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-2454434275254894627</id><published>2009-08-13T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:30:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bradshaw Family Get-Together 7/11/09</title><content type='html'>Right after I got back from Phoenix, Grandma and Grandpa Bradshaw came to visit.  We ended up having a BBQ with Danny's brothers and their families.  It was a lot of fun and the kids REALLY enjoyed &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/FamilyGetTogether2#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jumping on the trampoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks for the good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-2454434275254894627?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/2454434275254894627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=2454434275254894627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2454434275254894627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/2454434275254894627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/bradshaw-family-get-together-71109.html' title='Bradshaw Family Get-Together 7/11/09'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-1156996717475128356</id><published>2009-08-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:23:32.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><title type='text'>Ellie Got Her Ears Pierced! 7/6/09</title><content type='html'>While we were in Phoenix, I decided to take Ellie and get her ears pierced.  She did cry, but only for about 30 seconds... and then she laughed.  She was such a trooper!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny (and somewhat annoying) story:  Some random old lady tapped on the glass while we were preparing to pierce her ears.  She asked me if I was getting her (she pointed to Ellie) ears pierced and I nodded yes.  She gave me a dirty look like I was the worst mom on the planet!  I tried to ignore her and we continued with the preparations.  She meandered into the store to watch as we did the actual piercing.  And as soon as Ellie started to cry, she said, "And those are real tears, too!" with a hugely annoyed tone.  Then she walked away.  Oh, how I wish she would have stayed for 25 more seconds to see Ellie giggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/EllieAndHerEarPiercing#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are the pictures of Ellie getting her ears pierced and then showing off the bling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-1156996717475128356?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1156996717475128356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=1156996717475128356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1156996717475128356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/1156996717475128356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/ellie-got-her-ears-pierced-7609.html' title='Ellie Got Her Ears Pierced! 7/6/09'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37378485.post-296286036957682740</id><published>2009-08-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:23:58.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Phoenix - July, 2009</title><content type='html'>I was a brave mom and took all three kids to Phoenix for 2 weeks.  My sister, Jodi, lives there and we put all the kids in swimming lessons.  The teacher was AWESOME and by the end of the 6th and final lesson, Kaden was DIVING! and Preston was swimming without any sort of floatation device.  It was a lot of fun and we really enjoyed spending the time with my sis and her family.  We love you all very much and miss you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mardiebradshaw/PhoenixJuly2009#slideshow/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictures of the Phoenix trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37378485-296286036957682740?l=mardandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/feeds/296286036957682740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37378485&amp;postID=296286036957682740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/296286036957682740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37378485/posts/default/296286036957682740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mardandi.blogspot.com/2009/08/phoenix-july-2009.html' title='Phoenix - July, 2009'/><author><name>Mardie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03329298216490720741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVKamTvFyew/SyfxGQ65j0I/AAAAAAAACkQ/S9KSbco0isQ/S220/IMG_5638-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
