<?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-7530414276830955035</id><updated>2012-01-28T15:05:23.994-08:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Glimpses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-6678718059006335588</id><published>2012-01-18T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:34:33.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCpOAx4_Vs/TxcXrKUeeCI/AAAAAAAAAho/ojQ_Fv0SK3g/s1600/IMG_1668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCpOAx4_Vs/TxcXrKUeeCI/AAAAAAAAAho/ojQ_Fv0SK3g/s400/IMG_1668.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCpOAx4_Vs/TxcXrKUeeCI/AAAAAAAAAho/ojQ_Fv0SK3g/s1600/IMG_1668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(sorry for the blur..this is not the best picture, but this guy was so much fun to have around this Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Everything was so exciting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We spent a merry time in Utah for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;It was a juggling act with so many people to see and not enough time to see everyone as much as we would have liked but it was a jolly good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1YyrCpAeDA/TxcXDxIXLbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/X_HpLtsN8oE/s1600/beck+and+london.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1YyrCpAeDA/TxcXDxIXLbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/X_HpLtsN8oE/s320/beck+and+london.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uWjmhpTPzw/TxcXdOf3ogI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KkCzSZHaSvA/s1600/IMG_1542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uWjmhpTPzw/TxcXdOf3ogI/AAAAAAAAAhg/KkCzSZHaSvA/s320/IMG_1542.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys and I were spoiled and got to fly into town a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;early to watch Audra's girls while her and Tyson went to New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adam and Addi drove our car with all our packages once things at the office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and school were finished. &amp;nbsp;They had a fun time together on their road trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also had a lot of fun and Oh how we love these ladies. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are the most delicate, sweet and beautiful little things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but around my boys, they sure know how to play. &amp;nbsp;They both remind me of their momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtDLtUFp4Ok/TxcYLQRMgYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/YL34f4MT_6Y/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtDLtUFp4Ok/TxcYLQRMgYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/YL34f4MT_6Y/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtDLtUFp4Ok/TxcYLQRMgYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/YL34f4MT_6Y/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtDLtUFp4Ok/TxcYLQRMgYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/YL34f4MT_6Y/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtDLtUFp4Ok/TxcYLQRMgYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/YL34f4MT_6Y/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a fun time taking our good friends family pictures. &amp;nbsp;Im loving my camera and have been working on learning how to actually use it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXJbWPJ0Axk/TxcW60fyI0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GGIFQIAPYiI/s1600/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FXJbWPJ0Axk/TxcW60fyI0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GGIFQIAPYiI/s640/family.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-6678718059006335588?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6678718059006335588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=6678718059006335588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6678718059006335588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6678718059006335588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BaCpOAx4_Vs/TxcXrKUeeCI/AAAAAAAAAho/ojQ_Fv0SK3g/s72-c/IMG_1668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8463366581180070682</id><published>2011-08-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:28:09.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up so fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXz5DdqQtGM/TkdgatLYmfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/lrDiToUq1wc/s1600/a31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXz5DdqQtGM/TkdgatLYmfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/lrDiToUq1wc/s640/a31.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my my what would we ever do without this girl around. She is such a delight.&amp;nbsp; Today she went to her first sewing class and&amp;nbsp;is totally hooked!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ds4NW-9qeE/Tkdh8HxkEUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/C-lcpvGDj-8/s1600/b03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ds4NW-9qeE/Tkdh8HxkEUI/AAAAAAAAAhM/C-lcpvGDj-8/s640/b03.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss having this guy around all day now that he started full day Kindergarten!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hes usually the calm of the storm around here and he always surprises me with a good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKNdbw3uQ68/TkdgzH3r_tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GfNiYQ9hkGA/s1600/c11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKNdbw3uQ68/TkdgzH3r_tI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GfNiYQ9hkGA/s640/c11.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This guy is my little buddy.&amp;nbsp; He really wishes he was bigger though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week I dropped something off at the kids school and he took off sprinting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to the fifth graders hall because he wanted to go to "his teacher". He only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;stopped when he realized he didn't have his backpack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Funny funny kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-8463366581180070682?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8463366581180070682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8463366581180070682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8463366581180070682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8463366581180070682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up-so-fast.html' title='Growing up so fast.'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXz5DdqQtGM/TkdgatLYmfI/AAAAAAAAAhA/lrDiToUq1wc/s72-c/a31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-2222289284119545722</id><published>2010-01-25T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:51:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gillar Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S14PhgqQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAec/onE2rdeDUJY/s1600-h/header.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S14PhgqQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAec/onE2rdeDUJY/s400/header.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite design blogs that I follow is written by Gillar girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;girl&amp;nbsp;has great style and shares clever, out-of-the-box, decorating ideas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I ever decide to go&amp;nbsp;the route of hiring a designer, she's on the top of my list.&amp;nbsp;I also love&amp;nbsp;Tiffany's blog because&amp;nbsp;she features great&amp;nbsp;tips for moms on everything fom teaching your children&amp;nbsp;values, to keeping them entertained in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recently did a post about a&amp;nbsp;meaningful activity they did as a family to help&amp;nbsp;people in Haiti.&amp;nbsp; You can read about it &lt;a href="http://gillargirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-our-family-helped.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This activity is&amp;nbsp;just what we need around here&amp;nbsp;because my kids are concerned and they want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; something, but just giving them money to donate doesn't feel right.&amp;nbsp; It would be a lost&amp;nbsp;opportunity.&amp;nbsp; Go check out her blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you'll love it as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-2222289284119545722?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2222289284119545722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=2222289284119545722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2222289284119545722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2222289284119545722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2010/01/teaching-your-children-to-work.html' title='Gillar Girl'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S14PhgqQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAec/onE2rdeDUJY/s72-c/header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-9160311850506650899</id><published>2010-01-19T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:03:26.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On your Mark...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S1ZV638YGWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1ZDH-wV4XP8/s1600-h/2010+01+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S1ZV638YGWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1ZDH-wV4XP8/s640/2010+01+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-9160311850506650899?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/9160311850506650899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=9160311850506650899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/9160311850506650899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/9160311850506650899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-your-mark.html' title='On your Mark...'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S1ZV638YGWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1ZDH-wV4XP8/s72-c/2010+01+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-1177989615385929816</id><published>2010-01-15T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:07:39.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging tip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S1E6TzN6UGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/G4wOHtEfg6A/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S1E6TzN6UGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/G4wOHtEfg6A/s640/DSC00280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Just love this boy.&amp;nbsp; He's like the sunshine in&amp;nbsp; our family.&amp;nbsp; Charlie @ 5 months old,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just found a new way to select the size of your photos without going in and changing the html.&amp;nbsp; I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I might be one of the last to know this but for any of you that have been left in the dark like me, here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go to Settings&amp;gt;scroll to the bottom to Global Settings&amp;gt; click on updated editer&amp;gt; Save settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now when you upload a picture you can select the size.&amp;nbsp; Small, medium, large, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tada!&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/7530414276830955035-1177989615385929816?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1177989615385929816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=1177989615385929816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/1177989615385929816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/1177989615385929816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Blogging tip.'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/S1E6TzN6UGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/G4wOHtEfg6A/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8317599743987154744</id><published>2009-12-01T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:05:54.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVmKpdF1lI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BMRaw4YW4oA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342860468115026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVmKpdF1lI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BMRaw4YW4oA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVdQfXlHCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kFo7FIFSu5I/s1600/11-30-2009+4%3B11%3B16+PM+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVdQEUz1UI/AAAAAAAAAds/nZb8gj2k6XM/s1600/11-30-2009+3%3B49%3B17+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410333057975833922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVdQEUz1UI/AAAAAAAAAds/nZb8gj2k6XM/s320/11-30-2009+3%3B49%3B17+PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVdPyqK3tI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0q9d10tMna8/s1600/11-30-2009+3%3B48%3B49+PM+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410333053233585874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVdPyqK3tI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0q9d10tMna8/s320/11-30-2009+3%3B48%3B49+PM+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Christmas traditions. One of my favorite is decorating our tree. We decorate with ornaments made with photos from years past. This is a tradition that Adam has brought from his family. However after 10 years of collecting and a huge box of Adam's childhood picture ornaments that his mom gave me last year, our tree was getting a little full. So this year we're dividing them among two trees. Some for our great room and some for the kids playroom tree. I get a kick out of seeing which ones are my kids favorites. Beck loves the plastic Chrismas tree ornament with Adam in his Davis football uniform. Addy loves the homemade ornament she made out of puzzle pieces painted green and formed into the shape of a wreath. The center of the tree has her first grade picture in it. This week I've been editing and framing all of our Christmas pics to make ornaments for our great room tree. So far I only have 6 that I am using but I'm keeping them all 5X7 and so it works. (Our tree is also fat and tall and so it doesn't look too bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new tradition this year I am excited about is an advent surprise calendar. Each day the kids have a message "delivered" with a special thing to do to celebrate the season. Today we are getting donuts and going on the Christmas lights tour our city puts on at the park. Most days are going to be simple things like reading a Christmas book, making hot chocolate, turning on the fire and singing Christmas songs. I am still working on my method of delivery but it should be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you, what are some of your favorites that you have planned for the season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-8317599743987154744?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8317599743987154744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8317599743987154744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8317599743987154744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8317599743987154744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things.'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SxVmKpdF1lI/AAAAAAAAAd8/BMRaw4YW4oA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-6899335682053017719</id><published>2009-11-21T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:24:25.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why haven't I done this before!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SweoNOC3yiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IMnLymM5CgA/s1600/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406474822743476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SweoNOC3yiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IMnLymM5CgA/s400/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't this just look delicious! I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously this BABY food has Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;climbing out of his seat to get to it (I didn't even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;realize he could do that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part is I winged it, which I'm sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will make my mother proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( I'm a recipe type girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty simple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peal Sweet potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boil for 20 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add 1/2 cup water used to cook potatoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and 1tsp olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for every whole potatoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blend in Blender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I used my magic bullet and it worked fine)&lt;br /&gt;Store in airtight container up to 5 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-6899335682053017719?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6899335682053017719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=6899335682053017719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6899335682053017719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6899335682053017719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-pretty-proud-of-this.html' title='Why haven&apos;t I done this before!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SweoNOC3yiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IMnLymM5CgA/s72-c/DSC00471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-892589354335372499</id><published>2009-11-18T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:13:11.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My babies 9 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQwR2jf78I/AAAAAAAAAcs/DRnQAhlamRM/s1600/Charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405498536011755458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQwR2jf78I/AAAAAAAAAcs/DRnQAhlamRM/s400/Charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQwEE9g0XI/AAAAAAAAAck/PG8KXIf6Te8/s1600/Baby+Beck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405498299360792946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQwEE9g0XI/AAAAAAAAAck/PG8KXIf6Te8/s400/Baby+Beck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQpmURNzZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9Q93gALNYsM/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405491191004122514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQpmURNzZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9Q93gALNYsM/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking at Charlie and thinking he reminds me so much of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy and Beck. I found these pictures at similar ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although they don't pass as the same baby, they sure are similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Is it just me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that cute blue eyed baby at the end.....that's my blue eyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby. But at age 2 she became my green eyed girl. It happened over night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-892589354335372499?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/892589354335372499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=892589354335372499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/892589354335372499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/892589354335372499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='My babies 9 months old'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SwQwR2jf78I/AAAAAAAAAcs/DRnQAhlamRM/s72-c/Charles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-3387466765980572909</id><published>2009-10-22T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:06:30.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SuDYJ6o1nKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CociNCye1IQ/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395550018460818594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH:  CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT:  TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SuDYJ6o1nKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CociNCye1IQ/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic was taken after a full day of school but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get the idea, right. It feels good to finally put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adam's drycleaning hangers to use. (1 down 300 to go)&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/7530414276830955035-3387466765980572909?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3387466765980572909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=3387466765980572909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3387466765980572909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3387466765980572909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-hair-day.html' title='Crazy Hair Day'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SuDYJ6o1nKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CociNCye1IQ/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-5528860361068133177</id><published>2009-10-18T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:05:07.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/Stub6Xj-XSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OCn2WtWFOGg/s1600-h/Monster_Mash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394076405765922082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/Stub6Xj-XSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OCn2WtWFOGg/s320/Monster_Mash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cute sister&lt;em&gt; Audra&lt;/em&gt; is hosting this fabulous boutique at her clubhouse on Wednesday, October 28. I am coming down and can't wait. If you're available please come and support her. I'd love to see you all there. I promise you wont be disappointed. Her stuff alone is to die for. She has a darling brand &lt;em&gt;Lovely MaY &lt;/em&gt;that features little girl's skirts and hair accessories that are very chic and have incredible workmanship. She also has several other vendors that will be there and as I've looked through their stuff, I am getting very excited. For more information click here &lt;a href="http://monstermashboot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://monstermashboot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-5528860361068133177?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5528860361068133177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=5528860361068133177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5528860361068133177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5528860361068133177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-mash-boutique.html' title=''/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/Stub6Xj-XSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OCn2WtWFOGg/s72-c/Monster_Mash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-4565742283384130290</id><published>2009-07-28T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:44:21.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/Sm-I67Mf68I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WR4SiryE42w/s1600-h/Logan+trip+0709_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363656227125455810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/Sm-I67Mf68I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WR4SiryE42w/s320/Logan+trip+0709_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up to Logan for a little vacation this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;month. Adam's parents have a quaint little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cabin up the canyon and for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see why Adam loves it so much. The cabin is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surrounded by massive trees and so it makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a huge difference in the temperature, plus its right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the river and so it's great entertainment for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fishing and throwing rocks and sticks in the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Bear Lake for a day, went on a little hike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoyed good food, watched movies, played ball at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;park, and spent a pretty slow paced week, but with our little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy in tow, it was the perfect retreat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-4565742283384130290?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4565742283384130290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=4565742283384130290' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4565742283384130290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4565742283384130290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/Sm-I67Mf68I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WR4SiryE42w/s72-c/Logan+trip+0709_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-6501163813879721937</id><published>2009-03-03T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:52:53.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULy32KYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nqSfL9hzUOw/s1600-h/Charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792009536579970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULy32KYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nqSfL9hzUOw/s320/Charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULh8QnEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wVddU0dzVyk/s1600-h/Charlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792004991687746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULh8QnEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wVddU0dzVyk/s320/Charlie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULaRGXpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I0X9s6OIEbQ/s1600-h/Charlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312792002931613330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULaRGXpI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I0X9s6OIEbQ/s320/Charlie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles Adam Sheffield &lt;div align="center"&gt;Born: Feb 10&lt;br /&gt;Height: 21 inches&lt;br /&gt;Weight:8 lbs 9 oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's perfect and such a good baby. I had a C-section without going into labor and I don't know if that is what made it so much easier this time but everything went great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that's when it all went crazy. The first two weeks of this little guys life in our family were a little hectic. He had pretty bad jaundice at a day old and so he had to stay in the nursery the whole time under the lights, and had to stay on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bili&lt;/span&gt; blanket for a few days once we brought him home. Addy and Beck both got fevers and bad coughs and so up until a few days ago, Charlie and I were placed in quarantine back in the T.V. room which I will now forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refer&lt;/span&gt; to as "the cave." Meanwhile Adam took care of all of us. ( Thank goodness for our parents and my sister as well as our ward!) However regardless our efforts, I still managed to get the cough and that combined with a C-section was not very pleasant. Then, Addy got an earache, got in a bike accident and chipped half of her front (permanent) tooth off (two days before school pictures). Our car had some problems. I went in for an emergency CAT scan because my doctor thought I might have a clot in my lung. Thank goodness all was well and I just have some fluid in my lung cavity (I don't know if that even makes sense but that's how I understood it) All I know is it hurts but it isn't dangerous so we're safe. To top it all off, Addy, Beck and I have each had our own post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;par tum&lt;/span&gt; series of emotions and so each situation has brought tears and a tantrum or two (from the kids of course......me..... never).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles turned 3 weeks today and the past week has been uneventful and surprisingly................pleasant. We cherish the little guy and Adalynn and Beck are finally able to bond a little with their new brother and thats been a lot of fun to watch. If you've read this and there is not a picture yet, it's coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-6501163813879721937?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6501163813879721937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=6501163813879721937' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6501163813879721937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6501163813879721937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SbrULy32KYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nqSfL9hzUOw/s72-c/Charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8804118664912346495</id><published>2009-01-13T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:06:26.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SWzylp6RCqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WqGibZ0lp90/s1600-h/Photo+Shoot+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290870390972811938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SWzylp6RCqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WqGibZ0lp90/s320/Photo+Shoot+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a little late I know but unless you got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a wrapped gift from me this year you probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't get this card either. Mailing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas cards is always one of the things that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is last on my list and unfortunately this year I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite make it to the finish line. (Mom that should explain why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of your gifts weren't really wrapped this year either.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But still, I hope you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a great Christmas and want to wish you a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SWzr156ZX2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Y3ZposHrgIQ/s1600-h/Photo+Shoot+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-8804118664912346495?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8804118664912346495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8804118664912346495' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8804118664912346495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8804118664912346495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-little-late-i-know-but-unless.html' title=''/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SWzylp6RCqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WqGibZ0lp90/s72-c/Photo+Shoot+232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-1374820494405057867</id><published>2008-11-14T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:18:00.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking white</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SR3Rjm27gMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sfBmjWnuJWI/s1600-h/1817824-white-xl[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268597548749914306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SR3Rjm27gMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sfBmjWnuJWI/s320/1817824-white-xl%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nesting instinct has hit as it always does the last few months of pregnancy. I cleaned our garage out by myself the day before I went into labor with Beck. Adam actually started the project but then got called away to help our neighbor retile his roof. It was a project that I knew he would be helping with all day and I was not about to let the weekend pass knowing that I could possibly be bringing a baby home with a garage in disarray. That was my rational at the time and looking back it does seem a little silly that I was determined to clear out the garage, water tanks and all, being 9 months pregnant. Though, it sure made sense at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found myself in a similar situation in which I am dying over this living room and feel a sense of urgency over it. I love it and I really want to recreate it. I have even spent some time looking through catalogs on how to make it work in my great room. The only problem is I'm getting ready for baby number 3. I currently have a husband and two kids who love more than anything to use this room as a playground to wrestle with eachother on the floor and forget about trying to encourage any rules about balls or cartwheels not being allowed because it's really not an option, and so in white slipcovers probably aren't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have decided that my nesting instinct is probably a little off. I'm that crazy bird you might find planning a trip to fly North for the cold months until I figured out we're supposed to fly South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-1374820494405057867?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1374820494405057867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=1374820494405057867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/1374820494405057867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/1374820494405057867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-white.html' title='Thinking white'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SR3Rjm27gMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/sfBmjWnuJWI/s72-c/1817824-white-xl%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-494225814056445273</id><published>2008-10-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:20:49.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Nancy Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZWVpk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/lVTTPHlrMNs/s1600-h/Addy+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987073657705330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZWVpk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/lVTTPHlrMNs/s320/Addy+Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to the help of my Mom and Audra, Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I were able to pull off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalynn's&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;party with her friends. It was complete with Dress ups,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pass the Purse game, Dress up Relay Races,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fancy Craft, Dancing, Parfaits, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinata&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However I must say that there is a tie between &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my two favorite parts of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZu_gntI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Gp7JkM1slJ4/s1600-h/Grandma+Nini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987080275730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZu_gntI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Gp7JkM1slJ4/s320/Grandma+Nini.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom deserves an award for her animated reading of "Fancy Nancy". She began by telling each one of the girls that they were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beeutiful&lt;/span&gt;!" by name and when she asked the girls who they thought she thought was the most "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beeutiful&lt;/span&gt;", they all happily exclaimed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt;! She joyfully replied "No, Me of course!" And with that she won them over as they proceeded to happily sit for several minutes and listen to her tell the story of a little girl who loves everything fancy. It was very silly and very fun. Thanks Mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZ8rVjjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RPlWo-FCAVE/s1600-h/Fancy+Beck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255987083949215282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZ8rVjjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RPlWo-FCAVE/s320/Fancy+Beck.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cute Butlers, who showed up to help serve parfaits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and assist&lt;/span&gt; where they could. However for the "help", I will say that I found them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hiding out&lt;/span&gt; upstairs more than once watching football. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;still giving&lt;/span&gt; them an award just for showing up. They are both good sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-494225814056445273?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/494225814056445273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=494225814056445273' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/494225814056445273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/494225814056445273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/10/fancy-nancy-birthday-party.html' title='Fancy Nancy Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPEEZWVpk3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/lVTTPHlrMNs/s72-c/Addy+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-6008612007366887540</id><published>2008-10-11T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:31:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adalynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPD78OIm--I/AAAAAAAAAP0/7qd_bRPGdzU/s1600-h/Addy+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255977777146297314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPD78OIm--I/AAAAAAAAAP0/7qd_bRPGdzU/s320/Addy+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt; turned seven years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course we had a great time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;celebrating.  She got to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to go out for dinner wherever she wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course that took us to Chuck-E-Cheeses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her day was filled with special things one of which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;included Adam taking the day off work.  Adam, Beck, and I also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met her at school to eat lunch with her at the lunch table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching her interact with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other kids makes me realize more how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"grown up" she is.  I know the day will come when she won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think that us coming is such a great thing but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank goodness it hasn't come yet.  She was thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  As we were leaving we offered to let her skip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rest of the day and go do something fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she declined of course.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-6008612007366887540?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6008612007366887540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=6008612007366887540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6008612007366887540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6008612007366887540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-adalynn.html' title='Happy Birthday Adalynn'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SPD78OIm--I/AAAAAAAAAP0/7qd_bRPGdzU/s72-c/Addy+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-3556116460094223784</id><published>2008-10-10T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:36:00.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!</title><content type='html'>We've known this for a while now but I've had some problems with my computer and so I have yet to make an announcement. (This also explains the large gap between this and my last post.)&lt;br /&gt;We were a little surprised because every one thought it was going to be a girl for sure (except my Mom of course who is now 3 for 3). But now that we know, a boy seems like the perfect fit. We are so excited. Now we just need to figure out his name. If you have some good ideas please leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-3556116460094223784?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3556116460094223784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=3556116460094223784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3556116460094223784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3556116460094223784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-boy_11.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-5914318031605552340</id><published>2008-07-27T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:09:08.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Drowning, and Mr. Dying of Thirst.</title><content type='html'>I once heard something about a mom's predicament being that she often feels like she is drowning and a Father's is that he can feel like he is going to die of thirst. I loved it because it's funny and yet so true.  So this weekend Adam got a tall glass of water and took the kids up to Bear Lake and stayed at his family's cabin with his brothers and their kids. (that's right, no women which in this case would be known as the cook, cleaner and "babysitter J/k)  The best part is not only did they survive, they had a great time.  I on the other hand got on a "float tube" with a bunch of my friends and went up to Park City to stay over night.  We went to dinner, watched a movie, stayed up talking until 4, slept in until 10, went to lunch and then shopped for hours.  We finally closed the day and came in to Salt Lake for CPK.  It was such a short trip but enough to make me thirsty and remind me how much I love to swim (not literally of course because if you've followed my blog you would know that it scares me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-5914318031605552340?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5914318031605552340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=5914318031605552340' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5914318031605552340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5914318031605552340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/07/mrs-drowning-and-mr-dying-of-thirst.html' title='Mrs. Drowning, and Mr. Dying of Thirst.'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-243702446425729838</id><published>2008-07-27T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:26.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a good Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1k9M0u_rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oABgwYI2sxQ/s1600-h/roxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227945745024220850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1k9M0u_rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oABgwYI2sxQ/s320/roxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was raised by my mother and so for me there is nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better than a good sale.  So here is the inside scoop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Park City's Teenie Wahini Quicksilver store (not outlet) on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main (I think) has all of their infant and toddler clothes&lt;br /&gt;50% off.  So if you're heading up to the outlets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to do a little school shopping this store might go on your list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all shorts and short sleeves but I just stocked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up on Beck's wardrobe for next spring and summer. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are still not the lowest prices for kids clothes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but considering the price of the brand I found some good deals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-243702446425729838?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/243702446425729838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=243702446425729838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/243702446425729838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/243702446425729838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-good-sale.html' title='I love a good Sale!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1k9M0u_rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oABgwYI2sxQ/s72-c/roxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-6805927222224754674</id><published>2008-07-27T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:26.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Daughter trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1epWv-HFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qX_M9tTvh4w/s1600-h/Londyaddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227938807021444178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1epWv-HFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qX_M9tTvh4w/s320/Londyaddy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy and I went to Long Beach to visit Audra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her family this past week. We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had such a great time but I already miss my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much. We had a fun at Newport beach. Addy wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be burried in the sand "sitting up" and thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Londy's help it happened. Doesn't she look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so proud of her hard work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-6805927222224754674?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/6805927222224754674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=6805927222224754674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6805927222224754674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/6805927222224754674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/07/mommy-daughter-trip.html' title='Mommy Daughter trip'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1epWv-HFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qX_M9tTvh4w/s72-c/Londyaddy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-458796901927401177</id><published>2008-07-27T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:27.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1VmrBYpgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dMLGgZXRl40/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928865318938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1VmrBYpgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dMLGgZXRl40/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.live.com/images/results.aspx?q=Heart&amp;amp;form=MXCA00&amp;amp;kwid=1ddcff80248d98afa0f6e15a2a5763e1#focal=2cdaaaac0f8e3644ccd1f69f9341acab&amp;amp;furl=http%3A%2F%2Fatuleirus.weblog.com.pt%2Farquivo%2Fheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been a few memorable times I've lay by Adam, heard his heart beating and experienced the overwhelming feeling of love and gratitude and yet fear for that vital organ whose simple function is to pump blood and oxygen through his body and yet keeps this man that I couldn't live without in my life. I've also had that experience with both of my kids. It's a great moment where I realize how much I need to savor each moment I have with them in this sweet time of their childhood when their heart beats so fast and yet time goes by even faster. I now can add another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience to&lt;/span&gt; my list........ I have been pregnant eight times, but Adalynn and Becks are the only heartbeat I have ever heard out of all my pregnancies. I usually have a miscarriage before I've gone to the doctor (12 weeks) and in the last few I miscarried before we could detect the heartbeat (8 weeks) . This week I went to the doctor and after 10 weeks of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nauseated&lt;/span&gt; and tired and a little discouraged with the realization that I shouldn't get my hopes up, we saw a tiny delicate heartbeat and everything changed. We are once again filled with excitement and wonder as we anxiously await the arrival of the next member of our family.&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/7530414276830955035-458796901927401177?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/458796901927401177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=458796901927401177' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/458796901927401177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/458796901927401177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SI1VmrBYpgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dMLGgZXRl40/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-2383950166362060265</id><published>2008-06-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:27.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's bedtime stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SFNIl9zOLXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hf-5rij8CEo/s1600-h/IMG_4686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211589010879556978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SFNIl9zOLXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hf-5rij8CEo/s320/IMG_4686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other night &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beck was having a hard time falling asleep and so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came in and told him that if he would stop crying and lay down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would tell him a story. Before I knew it I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;telling him a similar story to the ones my mom used to tell me and my siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was about 2 (no longer 5) kids that lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a farm and of course their names were Adalynn and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beck (no longer Daniel, Gretchen, Anthony, Nicolas, and Audra).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They each have a dog and a horse and from there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the adventure series has taken off. I have had to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up with double material every night because Addy hides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the bathroom so she can hear Beck's story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then when it's her bedtime an hour later, she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of course wants a new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Update* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The funniest thing is that the other day I heard Beck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;telling someone about his dog, "Max."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We don't have a dog but that's the name of his dog in his stories)&lt;br /&gt;So I guess for now that will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7530414276830955035-2383950166362060265?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2383950166362060265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=2383950166362060265' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2383950166362060265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2383950166362060265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/06/moms-bedtime-stories.html' title='Mom&apos;s bedtime stories'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SFNIl9zOLXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hf-5rij8CEo/s72-c/IMG_4686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8498893070627914287</id><published>2008-06-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:27.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SE9OezD66MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QNthxCWXenU/s1600-h/Bellmont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210469584900647106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SE9OezD66MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QNthxCWXenU/s320/Bellmont.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went camping in Northern Utah and let's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just say it is clear that we don't do that enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because my dear Adam being the big kid that he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just couldn't wait to get dirty and play in the mud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit I sure had fun spraying him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off with the freezing cold water.  That's what he gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for making me sleep all night  in a tent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without electricity or a bathroom right?  I'm just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do enjoy it because I can't think of a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that we are happier  (My kids and Adam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore me too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-8498893070627914287?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8498893070627914287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8498893070627914287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8498893070627914287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8498893070627914287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-went-camping-in-northern-utah.html' title='Playing in the mud'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SE9OezD66MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QNthxCWXenU/s72-c/Bellmont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-2795690321420940621</id><published>2008-05-18T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:28.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDDLzMXb1tI/AAAAAAAAALs/ixMVetSSC0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201881649966208722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDDLzMXb1tI/AAAAAAAAALs/ixMVetSSC0Y/s320/IMG_1861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I'm in love and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's with this blue eyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little man who thinks he's S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piderman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(he's never seen the show but he sure loves his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I walked in the door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Adam said "Hey gorgeous" and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beck enthusiastically repeats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hi mommy gorgeous."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't really know what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it means but every time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he does it I get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a huge smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies watch out cause this little guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;already has me feeling a little  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flustered and I'm his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;momma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-2795690321420940621?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2795690321420940621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=2795690321420940621' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2795690321420940621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2795690321420940621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/05/ladies-man.html' title='Ladies Man'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDDLzMXb1tI/AAAAAAAAALs/ixMVetSSC0Y/s72-c/IMG_1861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-651756463246423947</id><published>2008-05-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:28.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Dino Nuggets, hello spinach salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDCvssXb1rI/AAAAAAAAALc/mGBiDy3qDzE/s1600-h/IMG_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201850751971481266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDCvssXb1rI/AAAAAAAAALc/mGBiDy3qDzE/s320/IMG_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is always a time when I get in the mood to be a lot more active and heavy comfort food sounds ... well heavy and fresh veggies sound perfect. Joanne was in town last week and I got the best recipe from her and her mom, Orva. It is a yummy spinach salad with fruit and no dressing. I was a little hesitant, but I made it for dinner and not only did I love it but my kids loved it too. I had to build momentum with Beck and explain that he had to eat a little piece of fruit with each "dinosaur leaf". After a few bites he was stuffing his mouth and laughing. He kept saying "I yike it". I want to explain that on an average day my kids will eat a piece of fruit, a healthy dose of ketchup and if I top the day off with a little applesauce, that is shamefully pretty much the extent of their daily contribution from the fruit and vegetable food group. The unforgivable part of this is when I actually try, they are both pretty good sports about it. I just need to be a little better. Thanks Joanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spinach Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bag of spinach chopped&lt;br /&gt;( Chop spinach into small pieces)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of mixed berries, thawed (Costco blend)&lt;br /&gt;1 orange chopped into bitesize pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 banana sliced and then each slice quartered&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup walnets chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients in a large bowl. Serves 2 (or 1 adult and 2 kids)&lt;br /&gt;The most important part is cutting each ingredient into similar size pieces so the spinach blends well with the fruit.&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/7530414276830955035-651756463246423947?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/651756463246423947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=651756463246423947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/651756463246423947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/651756463246423947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-dino-nuggets-hello-spinach.html' title='Good bye Dino Nuggets, hello spinach salad'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDCvssXb1rI/AAAAAAAAALc/mGBiDy3qDzE/s72-c/IMG_1852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-5533958988353255184</id><published>2008-05-18T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:28.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDC0QcXb1sI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Ht1fErb0JU/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201855764198315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDC0QcXb1sI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Ht1fErb0JU/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend I completed the "Women of Steel" triathlon. Before anyone gets too impressed I should explain that it is a race you should train for but not one you necessarily have to be a great athlete to do. It's a sprint triathlon created for women only. It's a 300 meter pool swim, a 12.5 mile bike, and then a 5k race. This is my second year doing it and I can't say enough good about it. It's a great race that gets a lot of support from the community. It's all about women taking care of their health and the participants range from full blown athletes running a 5 1/2 minute average mile to women who may have overcome hard physical challenges and are possibly running/walking a 15 minute mile. I fall somewhere in between the two but being my second time it was fun to look back and try to beat my time from last year. (I did so this year was a success) For any of you that are interested they post all the information on &lt;a href="http://triutah.com/"&gt;http://triutah.com/&lt;/a&gt; in January. Hopefully I will see lots of you gals there next year. (Especially you Audra, Joanne, Amber....Mom!....I say we plan a sister trip around it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Audra just reminded me about the best part of the race. The last 100 ft of the race to the finish line I came around the corner and there was my little family cheering me on. All of the sudden I heard Adam yell "Go Addy Go" and my sweet Adalynn came sprinting up to me and grabs my hand and was literally pulling me as we raced to the finish line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get a cute necklace that has a tri figurine on it and she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has kept mine from last year and is excited about the one this year. She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is very proud that I particpate in these races and is for sure my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biggest fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the race when it becomes sort of a mental battle, she is kind of my secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weapon. It is very important to me that I pass on a positive body image to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in which she values the body that she has been given and does what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she can to stay active and healthy. At the point when I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some motivation I think of finishing strong for her and the race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;becomes a cakewalk, at least mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-5533958988353255184?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5533958988353255184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=5533958988353255184' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5533958988353255184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5533958988353255184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/05/mission-completed.html' title='Mission Completed'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SDC0QcXb1sI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Ht1fErb0JU/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8295064828831047315</id><published>2008-05-14T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:28.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SCtLU8Xb1pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pkj5Mk8dJ08/s1600-h/CA85ARKT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200333017903257234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SCtLU8Xb1pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pkj5Mk8dJ08/s320/CA85ARKT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year Adam inspired me to train for a triathlon &lt;div align="center"&gt;and I found one that I can commit to each year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a women's only sprint triathlon with all of the fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and none of the testosterone. However, I have clearly not trained &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough in the swim this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because when I saw a group of soon to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certified scuba divers at the bottom of the pool last night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost lost it. (As in full blown anxiety attack).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt an uncontrollable urge to rescue them because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was clearly no way they could breath at the bottom of the pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were drowning! (I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delusional&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to convince myself that they were fine but it didn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The swim portion of the race is what I really struggle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with. I've heard some people talk about falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into a rhythm but can't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get so tense while I hold my breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop thinking about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drowning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need some help or maybe just a good tranquilizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I'm sure I would love to have in my system while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm swimming for my life!" (I convince myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of this during my drills so I'll go faster but it probably &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesn't help the problem...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7530414276830955035-8295064828831047315?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8295064828831047315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8295064828831047315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8295064828831047315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8295064828831047315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-creepy.html' title='A little creepy'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SCtLU8Xb1pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pkj5Mk8dJ08/s72-c/CA85ARKT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-3538118537399137511</id><published>2008-05-06T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:28.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SCDGRtoUg4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uHQ_i74E_Yw/s1600-h/IMG_4971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197371977594340226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SCDGRtoUg4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uHQ_i74E_Yw/s320/IMG_4971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are currently in the process of putting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our landscaping together and we have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;debating about what to do in the play area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a while now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Wood chips, rubber,... &lt;strong&gt;sand!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I would see the day but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having kids changes you or at least it helps you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little better what it is like to be a kid and understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that shiny wood floors aren't that cool and a big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;castle with a bridge and an underground tunnel system full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of water is a creation that you'll remember forever.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should see Adalynn's eyes light up when I tell her about the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things we used to build.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I guess it's happy playtime for them and happy mopping for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(At least now I can do it with a smile on my face instead of disgust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of all the dirt!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-3538118537399137511?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3538118537399137511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=3538118537399137511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3538118537399137511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3538118537399137511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/05/sand-it-is.html' title='Sand it is'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SCDGRtoUg4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uHQ_i74E_Yw/s72-c/IMG_4971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-7720368956856487831</id><published>2008-04-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:29.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SBlC4NoUgyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7I-LjtnMu-o/s1600-h/IMG_4675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195257178647462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SBlC4NoUgyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7I-LjtnMu-o/s320/IMG_4675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last week Anthony got married and we had such &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great time celebrating.  I love that we now have Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as an official member of our family. She was such a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful bride and the wedding and reception were perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-7720368956856487831?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7720368956856487831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=7720368956856487831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/7720368956856487831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/7720368956856487831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/04/anthonys-wedding.html' title='Anthony&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/SBlC4NoUgyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7I-LjtnMu-o/s72-c/IMG_4675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-4714228824489041354</id><published>2008-04-07T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:29.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats in a name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R_vJVzOcrCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zfMKsojw08A/s1600-h/october2006+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186960772212501538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R_vJVzOcrCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zfMKsojw08A/s320/october2006+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam's mom gave her kids fun nicknames that she would use for their scrapbooks and stuff when they were little. When we were dating I loved this and I was so excited because she came up with 3 names for me and told me I could choose which one I liked. The one I chose is Gritty Gretty, always ready, Adam's Betty Mott (now Sheffield). I couldn't resist this one because I loved being referred to as Adam's Betty (I got the nickname before any of that was really talked about). Anyway this was something that was really fun while we were dating. Yesterday Adalynn found out that we both had names and she asked me to make one up for her. This is what I've come up with so far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tender Addy sweety girl, Grown up little Sheffield &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addy Sweety Smart little May, talking jumping Sheffield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expressive Adalynn, A little sweety, Dreamy Super Sheffield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I might let her choose after I fine tune these ones and come up with 3 that really fit her personality. (This is a lifetime nick name and it needs to fit so what do you think.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll figure out Beck's nickname when he is six years old. ( Most of the adjectives I come up with for him might not fit so much when he is older and he'd probably kill me later if I included something about him sucking his thumb, but it is just oh so tempting because I love it so much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-4714228824489041354?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4714228824489041354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=4714228824489041354' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4714228824489041354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4714228824489041354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/04/names.html' title='Whats in a name'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R_vJVzOcrCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zfMKsojw08A/s72-c/october2006+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-3183181644626137520</id><published>2008-03-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:29.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R9qb1tWU1bI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BuLmevnZNg8/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177622068624414130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R9qb1tWU1bI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BuLmevnZNg8/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm an Edward fan and always have been. Adam has never read the books but he is well aware of who he is and has even made a joke about him being his competition. I love Edward and have even told Adam that I feel sorry for myself that he doesn't love me like Edward loves Bella (I know I'm a dork, but I'm getting to that). Anyway yesterday I overheard a group of women who were having a conversation about how incredible he is blah blah and the thought occurred to me that I am a little crazy. Can you imagine what a fit I would throw if he "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantasized&lt;/span&gt;" about .... Bella. If I were ever compared to how great another woman was or even a female figure in a book, Adam would be in a lot of trouble. I guess it's been a bit of a double standard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-3183181644626137520?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3183181644626137520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=3183181644626137520' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3183181644626137520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3183181644626137520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-boys.html' title='For the Boys'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R9qb1tWU1bI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BuLmevnZNg8/s72-c/twilight_book_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-1100478505466363995</id><published>2008-03-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This girl loves to talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R9gd0tWU1aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/x82fSCuIcDY/s1600-h/IMG_1075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176920563026023842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R9gd0tWU1aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/x82fSCuIcDY/s320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loves to talk and most of the time, if she's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking about something and it's somewhat important to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her, she is probably talking about it and from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every angle for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is obviously &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a trait that she gets from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have noticed on occasionthat she tends to wear people out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day she had a friend over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the little girl was getting annoyed with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also seems to happen a lot as I'm checking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of our grocery store. By the time we leave, the cashier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually knows where we are going, where we've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what our list had on it and what we are going to use it for. etc.etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first impulse when I catch her in these moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to quiet her as gently as possible. I'm her Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I want to protect her and save her from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;any rejection  that will ever come her way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was taking about a similar subject with a friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she was telling me about a "problem" her sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had and she went to her mom and told her that as her mother, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she really needed to talk to her about it because it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a problem. Her mom's response changed my perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said something to the effect of "Don't you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think she's going to get that enough. I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to be the one person in the world that makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her feel accepted for just the way she is." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... I am working on being a better listener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could use a good trainer and I happen to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think that she is perfect for the job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-1100478505466363995?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/1100478505466363995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=1100478505466363995' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/1100478505466363995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/1100478505466363995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-girl-loves-to-talk.html' title='This girl loves to talk'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R9gd0tWU1aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/x82fSCuIcDY/s72-c/IMG_1075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-5800898947221178546</id><published>2008-03-04T22:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:32:49.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you Jane Austen fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!" src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizelinor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a fun little test. I have to admit, I was a little tempted to answer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;each question according to the character that I wanted to be rather than &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how I would honestly answer for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-5800898947221178546?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/5800898947221178546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=5800898947221178546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5800898947221178546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/5800898947221178546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-even-tried-to-tweek-test.html' title='For all you Jane Austen fans'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-4753343048942586661</id><published>2008-02-04T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:30.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikram Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R6dM39STJbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6DAli0PNodY/s1600-h/Stock+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163180022031394226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R6dM39STJbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6DAli0PNodY/s320/Stock+Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend I went to a Bikram class.  The air was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thick, hot,  and smelly, and the postures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took everything I had mentally and physically (although&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they didn't usually end up looking  as great as this girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posted above. )  However, it was awesome.  I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've really missed dancing lately and even though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I teach, I was interested in attending a class that would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fill that void.  Yoga is great but sometimes it's more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meditative than challenging.  Bikram Yoga is very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;challenging and left me feeling empowered and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;full of life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-4753343048942586661?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4753343048942586661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=4753343048942586661' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4753343048942586661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4753343048942586661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/02/bikram-yoga.html' title='Bikram Yoga'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R6dM39STJbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6DAli0PNodY/s72-c/Stock+Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-7897341196330831218</id><published>2008-01-28T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss and make up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R57WZNSTJXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GgUEhDGB-3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160797951564653938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R57WZNSTJXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GgUEhDGB-3Q/s320/IMG_1475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our solution to pulling hair or any bad behavior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towards each other is that they have to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry and give each other a kiss.  (Addy also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has to take a time out if she was the culprit) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize that this system &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is somewhat flawed in that Beck usually looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; like he is enjoying himself and Adalynn looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like she is being tortured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-7897341196330831218?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7897341196330831218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=7897341196330831218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/7897341196330831218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/7897341196330831218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/01/kiss-and-make-up.html' title='Kiss and make up'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R57WZNSTJXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GgUEhDGB-3Q/s72-c/IMG_1475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-4969153791805230187</id><published>2008-01-27T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:19:55.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We need a vacation!</title><content type='html'>Today at church everyone was talking about Disneyland (I guess I should first explain and say that my calling is in the nursery and this is where and with whom the conversation occured). It started when one of the dads in helping his daughter brought up that he was going to disneyland with his kids. Their kids, however, didn't know this yet and they were just going to get the car all packed and show up at school, check them out and then on their way out of town fill them in on the surprise. This whole idea made me decide that we are going to plan a vacation just to do this. I'm getting excited just thinking about Adalynn's reaction. Granted she is in kindergarten and heaven knows she doesn't need a break from school. (On Christmas break she was literally begging me to take her back to school. She's a social butterfly........ and I just can't imagine where she got it from...) But still I think this is a tradition I want to start. Now I just have to decide where to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-4969153791805230187?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/4969153791805230187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=4969153791805230187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4969153791805230187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/4969153791805230187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/01/salt-and-pepper.html' title='We need a vacation!'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-306389743585239662</id><published>2008-01-27T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:30.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Tyson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R51KhtSTJVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dvrxg2dyIXs/s1600-h/IMG_1445_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160362690988942674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R51KhtSTJVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dvrxg2dyIXs/s320/IMG_1445_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know where Addy got her training,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but somehow she instinctively new exactly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what to do when I told her to pose for a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of our great new back-splash. Tyson and Audra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came up for a couple of week-ends and Tyson did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fabulous job as you can see. Audra and I had a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun time shopping together too. Our tile design &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a result of split decision where Adam prefers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the brick tiles and I prefer the horizontal ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love the result ( We didn't get the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nickname salt and pepper for nothing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We feel so lucky to have such a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talented brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-306389743585239662?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/306389743585239662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=306389743585239662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/306389743585239662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/306389743585239662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you-tyson.html' title='Thank You Tyson'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R51KhtSTJVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dvrxg2dyIXs/s72-c/IMG_1445_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-2220358811842639043</id><published>2008-01-27T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:30.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R50fFtSTJTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rxOCCZWBG-o/s1600-h/IMG_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160314930952611122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R50fFtSTJTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rxOCCZWBG-o/s320/IMG_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy loves to look at the pictures on my camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as soon as I take a few. When she saw this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we were browsing through she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes! Now I can show Daddy when he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gets home from work and Beck will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be in so much trouble." To give the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl some credit this is quite a problem. As you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all know, Beck has a thing for holding on to our hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and has recently discovered that pulling it is a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great way to tease his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-2220358811842639043?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2220358811842639043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=2220358811842639043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2220358811842639043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2220358811842639043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/01/caught-in-action.html' title='Caught in the Act'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R50fFtSTJTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rxOCCZWBG-o/s72-c/IMG_1441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-295047386400354234</id><published>2008-01-27T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:30.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle Me Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R50c69STJSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DALftSQ1czo/s1600-h/IMG_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160312547245761826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R50c69STJSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DALftSQ1czo/s320/IMG_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beck warmed up to his "Tickle me Elmo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on Christmas morning. At first he was so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confused, but by the third time you tickle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his stomache, Elmo does a gut laugh that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is great and Beck smiled and is now telling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the camera that it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-295047386400354234?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/295047386400354234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=295047386400354234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/295047386400354234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/295047386400354234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2008/01/tickle-me-elmo.html' title='Tickle Me Elmo'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R50c69STJSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DALftSQ1czo/s72-c/IMG_1424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-2906449711693336594</id><published>2007-12-16T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:31.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adalynn doing yoga poses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2XhCYDjtWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0ATd5WRjCj0/s1600-h/IMG_1385[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144765580274021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2XhCYDjtWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0ATd5WRjCj0/s320/IMG_1385%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Audra and Tyson came up for family dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Audra showed us the pose she did at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Bikram competition.  Adalynn was very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inspired because she kept trying to do it.  We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were all telling her that she was doing it great,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she wasn't satisfied until we took this picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks like I am torturing the poor girl, but I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assure you that most of this was her.  I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just trying to help her hold it long enough to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-2906449711693336594?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/2906449711693336594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=2906449711693336594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2906449711693336594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/2906449711693336594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2007/12/adalynn-doing-yoga-poses.html' title='Adalynn doing yoga poses'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2XhCYDjtWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0ATd5WRjCj0/s72-c/IMG_1385%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8886089661548394050</id><published>2007-12-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:31.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2VcAoDjtUI/AAAAAAAAACY/6kPo6p04AI8/s1600-h/Airport+with+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144619315162756418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2VcAoDjtUI/AAAAAAAAACY/6kPo6p04AI8/s320/Airport+with+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2VZe4DjtTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6upGNeYTglo/s1600-h/2007+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to visit Daniel and Joanne for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beck was so funny to watch at the airport. He was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very determined to walk the whole time by himself and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he would not let us help him with his carry-on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suitcase. This picture was caught in a rare moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he actually let Adam hold his hand. Most of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time he wanted to lead the way....all by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-8886089661548394050?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8886089661548394050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8886089661548394050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8886089661548394050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8886089661548394050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-went-to-visit-daniel-and-joanne-for.html' title='Leading the way'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R2VcAoDjtUI/AAAAAAAAACY/6kPo6p04AI8/s72-c/Airport+with+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-8868953287463750070</id><published>2007-12-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:31.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R1eD67S7MUI/AAAAAAAAABc/13FluC3GB80/s1600-h/IMG_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140722548039430466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R1eD67S7MUI/AAAAAAAAABc/13FluC3GB80/s320/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a frame for Adam's office and I wanted to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fill it with pictures. Both Adalynn and Beck enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posing and so it made my job easy. They love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the process of a digital camera and the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;immediate reward makes taking pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if they'll ever learn the concept of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;delayed gratification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-8868953287463750070?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/8868953287463750070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=8868953287463750070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8868953287463750070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/8868953287463750070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-little-man.html' title='My little man'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R1eD67S7MUI/AAAAAAAAABc/13FluC3GB80/s72-c/IMG_1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-3497098771855621791</id><published>2007-12-05T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:31.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R1dLvLS7MPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WA72DhJP3X0/s1600-h/2007+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140660773524812018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R1dLvLS7MPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WA72DhJP3X0/s320/2007+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of fun playing in the front yard this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a little nervous about Beck because our front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yard was not the best "playground" without grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the street seemed very enticing regardless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of all the construction trucks passing bye.  Adam let him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play freely with the hose one afternoon and our problems were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solved.  He literally spent hours playing with the hose.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part is that he refused to let it go and so even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though we had front row seats in the entertainment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he never even thought about escaping into the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-3497098771855621791?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/3497098771855621791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=3497098771855621791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3497098771855621791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/3497098771855621791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2007/12/water-games.html' title='Water Games'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R1dLvLS7MPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WA72DhJP3X0/s72-c/2007+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530414276830955035.post-7679936464060929414</id><published>2007-11-22T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:10:31.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R0XY5--vLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0_cOW3qSaQ8/s1600-h/2007-11+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135749440756198786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R0XY5--vLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0_cOW3qSaQ8/s400/2007-11+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a fun time at the Zoo, but by the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we look like we were all ready for a good nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530414276830955035-7679936464060929414?l=adamandgretchen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/feeds/7679936464060929414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7530414276830955035&amp;postID=7679936464060929414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/7679936464060929414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530414276830955035/posts/default/7679936464060929414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamandgretchen.blogspot.com/2007/11/fort-worth-zoo.html' title='Fort Worth Zoo'/><author><name>Gretchen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F91b9lvraSk/R0XY5--vLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0_cOW3qSaQ8/s72-c/2007-11+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
