<?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-7827502990504022152</id><updated>2011-11-12T13:46:08.860-08:00</updated><category term='Fishing'/><category term='Nate asked me to marry him over the pheonix sunset. It was beautiful'/><title type='text'>SagerLuscious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8327568121489919240</id><published>2011-07-31T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:43:58.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 3-0!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVgh5w5_URk/TjYhDBgO5eI/AAAAAAAAB2w/zcwvDwIj_fk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVgh5w5_URk/TjYhDBgO5eI/AAAAAAAAB2w/zcwvDwIj_fk/s320/001.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We walked into Kade's room the other day to hear him cheering and yelling "all right!"&amp;nbsp; I wasn't fast enough with my camera to get him actually holding his fish by the mouth like daddy does. I believe Nate's dream of having his sons be fishing partners will indeed come true. One of Kade's most favorite ways to pass the time is to hang out in the garage in Nate's boat. He throws his toys in and climbs up. Kade constantly peeks in the boat's live well (the place the fish&amp;nbsp;are stored) looking for his 'feeshies'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CtnKBQMqt8/TjYhSNxHoGI/AAAAAAAAB20/0vNjN8EnYtg/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CtnKBQMqt8/TjYhSNxHoGI/AAAAAAAAB20/0vNjN8EnYtg/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My 3 cute men at the splash pad. I couldn't see Zane's cute face so I had Nate lift up his hat...ha ha he is darling and love his chubby cheeks. The Dr. has us thicken his bottles with 5 tablespoons of rice per feed, and even with all his barfing I think his chub comes from all that rice. &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/-JWVehyhtrTM/TjYhg2LZCTI/AAAAAAAAB24/Y_3ZMvSimGw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWVehyhtrTM/TjYhg2LZCTI/AAAAAAAAB24/Y_3ZMvSimGw/s320/007.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sipping back on his pedialyte trying to prevent becoming dehydrated again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACbS62G0y2U/TjYhtoX3fFI/AAAAAAAAB28/mTRKSsG_oFE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACbS62G0y2U/TjYhtoX3fFI/AAAAAAAAB28/mTRKSsG_oFE/s320/008.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&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/-Br3MKpcNId0/TjYh8CbiP8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/7x19A1FUwpc/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Br3MKpcNId0/TjYh8CbiP8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/7x19A1FUwpc/s320/010.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I was exaggerating when I say that Zane throws up this much most every time he eats. For those of you that are facebook friends of mine you may have seen some of my updates on our progress. Here is the sort version of what is going on with Zane pup. After testing was done the Dr.'s found out Zane has a dairy and soy allergy and this was the reason for his bloody stools and extreme fussiness. Different testing was done for his reflux (which is a different issue than the allergy) to determine that it is classified as severe reflux, basically about as bad as it gets in a baby. I pumped and dumbed for a while in hopes of returning back to nursing after I cleaned up my diet. 3 weeks of no dairy and he still couldn't handle my milk. I was completely devastated because I hate everything about bottles. I am all for moms making the choice which works best for them, whether that be nursing or bottles..but I am to irresponsible for bottles and hate washing them and having to remember to pack them along when we go out. The Dr.'s think that he has other allergies that we don't know about yet which is why they strongly recommend that I quite nursing. After trying a few different formulas with no sucess, we are now giving him a prescription formula called Ellecare that is hypo-allergenic amino acid based (and yes it costs an arm and 3 legs). It kinda works better, but still hard to tell because of the reflux. We see the GI specialist every few weeks and they try to get proper dosing with his meds to stay on top of it with his growth. We currently do 1 ml of Zantac at 6 a.m, 15 mg of prevacid at 11 a.m., 1 ml of Zantac at 3 p.m., and 1 ml of Zantac at 8 p.m., everyday. We have done lots of Dr. visits, I have tried every trick in the book and herbal remedy, but we now believe it looks like we are going to have to just wait it out and hope he out grows it. It is the hardest thing in the world to see your baby suffer and to wonder if you are doing the right things for your baby or not. I catch myslef questioning every decsion. We are just so grateful that he is growing so well and putting on the lbs. Zane wants to eat round the clock even though it makes him so sick after, while Kade still shuns most food like the plague...they will probably be wearing the same size clothes before we know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HflRjA_CNT8/TjYiTjmTgmI/AAAAAAAAB3I/bbEb6esI9D4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HflRjA_CNT8/TjYiTjmTgmI/AAAAAAAAB3I/bbEb6esI9D4/s320/002.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcXO3zTTGes/TjZE2Yu1xJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/_yZCRfKCEnY/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcXO3zTTGes/TjZE2Yu1xJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/_yZCRfKCEnY/s320/038.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(this pic was in one of my previous blog posts, but had to re-post cause it goes along with story) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Funny story&amp;nbsp;a few&amp;nbsp;weeks ago: Nate and I packed up the boys to go to Canyon Lake. I am no boyscout and being prepared is not a strong point of mine. This trip I was bound and determined to make it a success. I actually brought each boy their own size diapers (don't ask how many times we have squeezed kade into Zane's diapers or wrapped Zane up in one of Kade's), both binkis, the monkey, toys, snacks, and Zane's formula (it freaks me out to forget this cause I can't run into a store to buy some if forgotten) I failed to remember to put his bottle back into the fishing bag after I fed him right before leaving. We were already out on the lake when he got hungry. Apparently babies don't take well to being fed from the cap of a water bottle.&amp;nbsp; The closest store is 45 min away and we would still have had to load up the boat which takes time. I spotted a cute little Hispanic family that had a baby and toddler playing on the shoreline. I had Nate take us over there in hopes they had an extra bottle they would let me buy from them. My luck, they didn't speak English so I had to whip out my 8th grade Spanish skills and made up sign language over Zane's bloody murder screams for food. They only had one bottle but they still offered for us to use it and give it back when we were done. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at the situation. I was so desperate that I couldn't think about the fact I only had a water bottle to clean it with. I am also still forcing myself to forget the fact that I found dirt around the nipple and the cap after I had already fed him and was re-rinsing it. I am sure Zane will forgive me one day! Until then, I am thanking that family for saving the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7xmepjwJLs/TjYiJk50UAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/69KCzZpTwXU/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7xmepjwJLs/TjYiJk50UAI/AAAAAAAAB3E/69KCzZpTwXU/s320/015.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nate turned 30 on Friday!!!!!! We re-vamped his birthday plans after my bday in May. We had a good learning experience about our differences and communication in marriage. Nate and I have a lot of hobbies in common, but different personalities. I am the last to mind being center of attention, and it never hurts my feelings to be spoiled and fussed over. Meeting new people is one of my favorite things. Nate is a simple man, he prefers to be around people he already knows well and spending time with just our family or small groups. Being the sweet wife that I am, I voiced my frustration about my bday the day after it happened. It was a nice day...we shopped and he wanted me to pick something out myself, and we went to dinner with our family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I blew the fact that I was in the process of planning Nate a big 30th bday part. It was going to be an 80's theme prom night with dancing, costumes, the whole works. I was comparing the effort I was putting into that party with what had been prepared for my day. After ranting and raving,&amp;nbsp;I realized I was being a hypocrite and was getting mad at Nate for doing the same thing I was about to do to him. He planned a bday for me that he would like best...and I was planning one for him that I would like best. He prefers to pick something out together, while I prefer being surprised even if I don't like it. He prefers the laid back and small to my grand and extravagant. If any of you really know my husband well, would Nate Sager really like an 80's prom night?! ha ha...ahh no! I am sure he would attend a party like that if he wasn't the center of it all, and all the while he would be uncomfortable at first but do it because he knows I would love it. So long story short, Friday we spent a great bday together. Opened presents over a nice breakfast (I had to sneak a few surprises in) we went shopping together, a movie and dinner. On Saturday he had his "party" with Caleb and Mark out on the Lake. They spent the day and evening fishing and doin what they love rather than getting dressed up in cheesy costumes while pretending to like it. I couldn't help myself and had to pack the boys bday goodie bags with treats and fishing lures inside for their "party"...come on it was the big 3-0!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4id69Cin54/TjYigQn3vAI/AAAAAAAAB3M/5EBlyriUiO0/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4id69Cin54/TjYigQn3vAI/AAAAAAAAB3M/5EBlyriUiO0/s320/014.JPG" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 30th Nate!!!!!!!!!! I love you so much, let me count the ways:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;* You are the best friend, hubby, daddy, runner, fisher, yard doer, trash taker outer, sports player, nurse worker a girl could ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You put up with me and on top of that you love me with all your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You love our boys, you are a great example to them, and will do anything and everything for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You support me in all my goals and dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You do things that aren't in your comfort zone for me just because you know how much it means to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You beat me at just about everything we do together...which drives me CRAZY because I am so competitive, but I love that you are good at so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You are the best husband a girl could ask for and I am blessed to call you mine forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8327568121489919240?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8327568121489919240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8327568121489919240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8327568121489919240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8327568121489919240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-3-0.html' title='The big 3-0!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVgh5w5_URk/TjYhDBgO5eI/AAAAAAAAB2w/zcwvDwIj_fk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1320413543424834500</id><published>2011-07-24T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:45:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXzBE2cpTZc/Ti0AxqzKW4I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mw4LKLnYCt4/s1600/2011-06-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXzBE2cpTZc/Ti0AxqzKW4I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mw4LKLnYCt4/s400/2011-06-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2nd grade when I took long breaks in my diary entry's I would always start the newest title, "Don't worry, I am bake!" I didn't win any spelling bees in 2nd grade (or ever).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0L4xSjWnCo/Ti0BeC_TdLI/AAAAAAAAB2k/9_jGkSsH2Oc/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0L4xSjWnCo/Ti0BeC_TdLI/AAAAAAAAB2k/9_jGkSsH2Oc/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fm_ruvbdxg4/Ti0BqgQtLaI/AAAAAAAAB2o/6YcHF4SPZzY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fm_ruvbdxg4/Ti0BqgQtLaI/AAAAAAAAB2o/6YcHF4SPZzY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5_7dqE5ees/Ti0BvCdo_ZI/AAAAAAAAB2s/dkEb6pRiKJc/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5_7dqE5ees/Ti0BvCdo_ZI/AAAAAAAAB2s/dkEb6pRiKJc/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I don't even know where to begin. I published an insane&amp;nbsp;amount&amp;nbsp;of random colleges that are full of way to many pics to even see them clearly. However, it was the only way for me to get 1/4 caught up without being to&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed&amp;nbsp;and feeling guilty for not giving Zane any play on my blog. I have been doing FB more lately so a lot of the pics are a re-peat of that. I don't have it in me just yet to go into detail of what's been going on. So this will be a very basic post with hardly any journaling. I hope to explain later why I've made myself take a little blogging break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CgwDSvupxEM/Ti0Ax_TENTI/AAAAAAAAB2g/4f1Eb_5LFvo/s1600/2011-05-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CgwDSvupxEM/Ti0Ax_TENTI/AAAAAAAAB2g/4f1Eb_5LFvo/s400/2011-05-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-1320413543424834500?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/1320413543424834500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=1320413543424834500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1320413543424834500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1320413543424834500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_5876.html' title='I&apos;m BAKE!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXzBE2cpTZc/Ti0AxqzKW4I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/mw4LKLnYCt4/s72-c/2011-06-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3717161162056169371</id><published>2011-07-24T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:48:07.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gggkyErBdXI/Ti0ApvRb8_I/AAAAAAAAB14/hLYf2LHDjcY/s1600/2011-04-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gggkyErBdXI/Ti0ApvRb8_I/AAAAAAAAB14/hLYf2LHDjcY/s400/2011-04-18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Kade is starting to interact more with Zane.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;he does, it makes me SO happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecgjLmdBC4s/Ti0AprDcrYI/AAAAAAAAB2A/P9Yv3bQ6uCo/s1600/2011-06-121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecgjLmdBC4s/Ti0AprDcrYI/AAAAAAAAB2A/P9Yv3bQ6uCo/s400/2011-06-121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht_I4FO2VwE/Ti0ApzvnIxI/AAAAAAAAB2I/4MyhO-Mh2EY/s1600/2011-07-241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht_I4FO2VwE/Ti0ApzvnIxI/AAAAAAAAB2I/4MyhO-Mh2EY/s400/2011-07-241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Zane went to a few spring training games when he was first born...but this was Zane's first regular season game. He did some good cheering and the Dodgers kicked butt this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epdtCcmQCUA/Ti0AqC-quUI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/vi6x6y1ybbo/s1600/2011-07-242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epdtCcmQCUA/Ti0AqC-quUI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/vi6x6y1ybbo/s400/2011-07-242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3717161162056169371?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3717161162056169371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3717161162056169371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3717161162056169371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3717161162056169371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_1514.html' title='brothers'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gggkyErBdXI/Ti0ApvRb8_I/AAAAAAAAB14/hLYf2LHDjcY/s72-c/2011-04-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3667054163473757015</id><published>2011-07-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:59:26.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgvouJJk6rU/Ti0AcwPrnNI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4etJemA_V0c/s1600/2011-07-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgvouJJk6rU/Ti0AcwPrnNI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4etJemA_V0c/s400/2011-07-24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nate had to work on the 4th but we still squeezed in a BBQ before his shift started. We have done a TON of fishing this year..it is pretty hard with the little nuggets but we still for some reason keep doing it and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfuq-cTOLKg/Ti0AdLvEJAI/AAAAAAAAB1g/v8aahBDHUGk/s1600/2011-07-243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfuq-cTOLKg/Ti0AdLvEJAI/AAAAAAAAB1g/v8aahBDHUGk/s400/2011-07-243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Yes, we went to cow day at chic-filla...and yes I had to bribe Nate into going. I love when Zane falls asleep in his bouncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8lQ2QFUAig/Ti0AddKKm6I/AAAAAAAAB1o/pkBOvcX3X-E/s1600/2011-06-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8lQ2QFUAig/Ti0AddKKm6I/AAAAAAAAB1o/pkBOvcX3X-E/s400/2011-06-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nate and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary. We went to a really cool time share place at Lake&amp;nbsp;Pleasant. It was one of those where you have to pretend that you have money to invest into a time share and go on a tour. Later you say no thank you, we can hardly afford diapers and formula. Of course I am a sucker and they really could have sold me because the place was awesome. We had a great time at the pools, the lake was close by, and Nate hung out with the boys for a few hours in the condo so I could go to the adult pool and read by myself. I SO needed that at the time, and sadly for me that was one of the best parts of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGkZhRMT9Nc/Ti0AdaAkc7I/AAAAAAAAB1w/r9PxYVtf0wc/s1600/2011-06-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGkZhRMT9Nc/Ti0AdaAkc7I/AAAAAAAAB1w/r9PxYVtf0wc/s400/2011-06-122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had a WONDERFUL trip to Utah in June. We took a MILLIOn pics and this is just a small snap shot of the trip. The bounce house in my moms backyard was a hit for Dylan and Kade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3667054163473757015?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3667054163473757015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3667054163473757015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3667054163473757015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3667054163473757015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_24.html' title='fam'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgvouJJk6rU/Ti0AcwPrnNI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4etJemA_V0c/s72-c/2011-07-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6784191164212219073</id><published>2011-07-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:03:59.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjTjiWL5y2A/Ti0AL0TZofI/AAAAAAAAB04/Di_WLotIHBw/s1600/2011-06-123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjTjiWL5y2A/Ti0AL0TZofI/AAAAAAAAB04/Di_WLotIHBw/s400/2011-06-123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd-F8eX8EM/Ti0ALxUSYII/AAAAAAAAB1A/xHSDy1YmEKQ/s1600/2011-06-124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWd-F8eX8EM/Ti0ALxUSYII/AAAAAAAAB1A/xHSDy1YmEKQ/s400/2011-06-124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my grandparents and we were really glad we got to spend some time in springville with the whole family. It had been a long time since my family was all together and I couldn't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkpcyE_kgy4/Ti0AMEml8MI/AAAAAAAAB1I/AmI4eYwCKQ8/s1600/2011-06-125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkpcyE_kgy4/Ti0AMEml8MI/AAAAAAAAB1I/AmI4eYwCKQ8/s400/2011-06-125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had a great visit with Nate's brother Justin, Lyndsay, and the kids. Kade loved all the&amp;nbsp;attention&amp;nbsp;from his cute cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N14ElY1u9IY/Ti0AMMRwb_I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/aBNbHwQqbOU/s1600/2011-06-251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N14ElY1u9IY/Ti0AMMRwb_I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/aBNbHwQqbOU/s400/2011-06-251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;Arizona is WAY TO HOT in the summer. It never even cools down at night.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;it is only 100 degrees so we all go outside because it feels cool. This weather has made training for the marathon very tough and we are doing what we can to get into shape. We got a gym membership because it was getting to hot to run outside. the boys love the day care and I love the Zumba classes. Can't say my running is coming along but the classes have been a blast and I have made new friends in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6784191164212219073?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6784191164212219073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6784191164212219073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6784191164212219073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6784191164212219073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjTjiWL5y2A/Ti0AL0TZofI/AAAAAAAAB04/Di_WLotIHBw/s72-c/2011-06-123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1554154145500481864</id><published>2011-07-24T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:05:59.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies 3...Zane's blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ebpp1h6spo8/Tizz7W8WdWI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/1XSK_coP1ZY/s1600/Pictures8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ebpp1h6spo8/Tizz7W8WdWI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/1XSK_coP1ZY/s400/Pictures8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;These pics are SO old. In fact I had these collages ready for a long time and never got around to posting them. I miss my long hair so bad. I totally wacked it off cause i needed a change and I looked like marge simpson everyday with it all tangled in a ball on top of my head. Now that it is so hot i &amp;nbsp;miss my ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UW8U08T5VBw/Tizz7ggBqKI/AAAAAAAAB0g/bkbqDu9szsw/s1600/Pictures9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UW8U08T5VBw/Tizz7ggBqKI/AAAAAAAAB0g/bkbqDu9szsw/s400/Pictures9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It was so nice to have family here for the blessing. Nate did great and it was a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNFficXgMnE/Tizz7jFBSlI/AAAAAAAAB0o/JpuSzQjSpJQ/s1600/2011-04-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNFficXgMnE/Tizz7jFBSlI/AAAAAAAAB0o/JpuSzQjSpJQ/s400/2011-04-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCZ_Ugy2Oik/Tizz7h_erEI/AAAAAAAAB0w/MIn-zLrPqT0/s1600/2011-04-051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCZ_Ugy2Oik/Tizz7h_erEI/AAAAAAAAB0w/MIn-zLrPqT0/s400/2011-04-051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My sweet little man. I love him so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-1554154145500481864?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/1554154145500481864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=1554154145500481864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1554154145500481864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1554154145500481864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/oldies-3zanes-blessing.html' title='Oldies 3...Zane&apos;s blessing'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ebpp1h6spo8/Tizz7W8WdWI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/1XSK_coP1ZY/s72-c/Pictures8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8747823559409593736</id><published>2011-07-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:07:23.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oldies 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gmWfo7XGkk/TizzrlCInPI/AAAAAAAABz4/XtzOnYwdFMg/s1600/Pictures4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gmWfo7XGkk/TizzrlCInPI/AAAAAAAABz4/XtzOnYwdFMg/s400/Pictures4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;love the matching outfits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef58Pbix2fw/TizzrrJUoPI/AAAAAAAAB0A/5PexayDrTfQ/s1600/Pictures5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef58Pbix2fw/TizzrrJUoPI/AAAAAAAAB0A/5PexayDrTfQ/s400/Pictures5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Kade was trying to stretch like daddy at his basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cfqq135_JmE/Tizzr_HMeBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/4D3vojR7os8/s1600/Pictures6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cfqq135_JmE/Tizzr_HMeBI/AAAAAAAAB0I/4D3vojR7os8/s400/Pictures6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;St. Patty's day was Zane's actual due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qIbA5MLsdM/TizzsAkfTpI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/eKxBYxAa28w/s1600/Pictures7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qIbA5MLsdM/TizzsAkfTpI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/eKxBYxAa28w/s400/Pictures7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spring Training fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8747823559409593736?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8747823559409593736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8747823559409593736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8747823559409593736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8747823559409593736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/oldies-2.html' title='oldies 2...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gmWfo7XGkk/TizzrlCInPI/AAAAAAAABz4/XtzOnYwdFMg/s72-c/Pictures4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8530306433074344393</id><published>2011-07-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:09:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oldies 1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWi5ZlG2mno/TizzXy8rPcI/AAAAAAAABzY/TQNmNaBoUsQ/s1600/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWi5ZlG2mno/TizzXy8rPcI/AAAAAAAABzY/TQNmNaBoUsQ/s400/Pictures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgbeQY0Mh4I/TizzYMIlQII/AAAAAAAABzg/1lDH9aV2Kr8/s1600/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgbeQY0Mh4I/TizzYMIlQII/AAAAAAAABzg/1lDH9aV2Kr8/s400/Pictures1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;A lot of these pics look so much like Kader. When Zane is sleeping, he looks so much like Kade did...but when he is awake it is a huge difference. &amp;nbsp;Looking back at these pics make me realize how fast time flys, I already don't remember that he was ever this small. WE LOVE YOU ZANE PUP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vy_HGwucXg/TizzYCS0NgI/AAAAAAAABzo/JXGDl5EXCuQ/s1600/Pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vy_HGwucXg/TizzYCS0NgI/AAAAAAAABzo/JXGDl5EXCuQ/s400/Pictures2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJH6ofilITM/TizzYQ4WIvI/AAAAAAAABzw/Cu3o184_dsk/s1600/Pictures3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJH6ofilITM/TizzYQ4WIvI/AAAAAAAABzw/Cu3o184_dsk/s400/Pictures3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8530306433074344393?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8530306433074344393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8530306433074344393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8530306433074344393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8530306433074344393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/07/oldies-1.html' title='oldies 1...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWi5ZlG2mno/TizzXy8rPcI/AAAAAAAABzY/TQNmNaBoUsQ/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-474068373946697544</id><published>2011-03-15T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:29:21.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is here! Okay, so maybe he was born two weeks ago and I am FINALLY getting  to blogging about it. The pictures are all out of order, I can only get 4  collages on one post, so there are also more posts below if you want to keep  scrolling down (I had to post it in 3 parts) so the labor story is down further. We are so happy and loving our new addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Zane K  Sager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Born Saturday, Feb. 26th @ 7  lbs. 3 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyTxWeqMRxw/TX_D9HdGXUI/AAAAAAAABuU/YExKRQBoxLQ/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyTxWeqMRxw/TX_D9HdGXUI/AAAAAAAABuU/YExKRQBoxLQ/s400/Recently%2BUpdated15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom took some family pics for us. Not a lot of them turned out because Kade was not loving it, we even let him bring his monkey's and some jelly bellys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS-k5ZFjDr4/TX_D9S6dtlI/AAAAAAAABuc/hSQDW6UKfuE/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS-k5ZFjDr4/TX_D9S6dtlI/AAAAAAAABuc/hSQDW6UKfuE/s400/Recently%2BUpdated14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jS5i1rt0yTk/TX_FZzNaaEI/AAAAAAAABus/SNLwp_bHFsg/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jS5i1rt0yTk/TX_FZzNaaEI/AAAAAAAABus/SNLwp_bHFsg/s320/064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8RrP4iS9sFY/TX_Fs9NPrqI/AAAAAAAABuw/Jr7Zb7uvZ5A/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8RrP4iS9sFY/TX_Fs9NPrqI/AAAAAAAABuw/Jr7Zb7uvZ5A/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SmmnXrpB_ms/TX_GARhijnI/AAAAAAAABu0/MdCDKmjZ-Ew/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SmmnXrpB_ms/TX_GARhijnI/AAAAAAAABu0/MdCDKmjZ-Ew/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjIL6b_Q41Q/TX_LfkqXe4I/AAAAAAAABvY/G7lggV68viA/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjIL6b_Q41Q/TX_LfkqXe4I/AAAAAAAABvY/G7lggV68viA/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe we are now a family of 4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uTwmEZNz9y8/TX_GRiW88hI/AAAAAAAABu4/N6YfcF4r3Uk/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uTwmEZNz9y8/TX_GRiW88hI/AAAAAAAABu4/N6YfcF4r3Uk/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oAWgZwekG7Q/TX_GldT-tyI/AAAAAAAABu8/xaaTCT1uSv0/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oAWgZwekG7Q/TX_GldT-tyI/AAAAAAAABu8/xaaTCT1uSv0/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sQbQYMYkMRw/TX_GvnRHTeI/AAAAAAAABvA/ou8Xtw-xnyA/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sQbQYMYkMRw/TX_GvnRHTeI/AAAAAAAABvA/ou8Xtw-xnyA/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Break through! You will see in our pics below that Kade&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;sit by Zane. The last few days have been much better. My cute little Zane is half asleep in all the&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;ha ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zAnmuNjSJjQ/TX_G40MyLhI/AAAAAAAABvE/RAVAkNPpehE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zAnmuNjSJjQ/TX_G40MyLhI/AAAAAAAABvE/RAVAkNPpehE/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sHkDg_xLeu0/TX_HB2Q7FiI/AAAAAAAABvI/gVQlRoiCJW0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sHkDg_xLeu0/TX_HB2Q7FiI/AAAAAAAABvI/gVQlRoiCJW0/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love bugs!!! I can't express how happy this picture makes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk3Q2Yaz6PA/TX_D9jlYLUI/AAAAAAAABuk/tW7iQjnh4BI/s1600/2011-02-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk3Q2Yaz6PA/TX_D9jlYLUI/AAAAAAAABuk/tW7iQjnh4BI/s400/2011-02-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RWfuc2PE9wY/TX_KbqlichI/AAAAAAAABvM/1BDlXF9ZRtM/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RWfuc2PE9wY/TX_KbqlichI/AAAAAAAABvM/1BDlXF9ZRtM/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before Zane was born, Nate ran a half marathon. He did GREAT! His time was 1 hr. 42 min. I am so proud of him because he was tough to find time to train because his days off from work were spent catching up on homework, grocery shopping and cleaning for me. &amp;nbsp;Kade went with Nate and a lot of his runs and I was so glad me and Kade could go support Nate at his race. I had just turned 36 1/2 weeks so we thought it would be safe to go. We looked like a mess trying to rush to the finish line in time...we made it there bright and early but still missed Nate crossing the finish line :( I was putting Kade's gloves back on while we were waiting and Nate slipped by without us seeing him cross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e6eoOnD5-dc/TX_KghC8R-I/AAAAAAAABvQ/wNjhrWO3VEs/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e6eoOnD5-dc/TX_KghC8R-I/AAAAAAAABvQ/wNjhrWO3VEs/s320/013.JPG" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good Job Nate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-474068373946697544?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/474068373946697544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=474068373946697544' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/474068373946697544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/474068373946697544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/03/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyTxWeqMRxw/TX_D9HdGXUI/AAAAAAAABuU/YExKRQBoxLQ/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1919230940021853914</id><published>2011-03-15T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:29:06.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2...Labor story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aUup51PmhhM/TXUlsI-40TI/AAAAAAAABto/Kk0lVC9NeR0/s400/2011-02-28.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I will start with the labor story. At 37 weeks I couldn't take it anymore, so I stopped taking my contraction medicine and started overdoing it. It was great to get out for a few days! My body felt like poo because I was so weak and I swear any muscle I ever had deteriorated over the past 4 months of bed rest. My labor started Friday night and contractions where every 10 min and very strong...I decided I wanted to wait it out instead of hanging out at the hospital all night. Sat early morning we figured we better hurry and go in because contractions were every 4 min. Kader stayed with Nate's family because my parents had just gotten to Hawaii to visit Mark and Nat. Nate and I pulled up to the hospital, and I was crazy and decided that we should turn around and make a pit stop at Walmart first to get some treats. I think I didn't want to get to the hospital for them to just tell me that I had contractions that weren't starting my labor. I was so embarrassing at the store because I would have to stop in the middle of the aisle and grip something and breath like a mad man. People were starring at me like I was nuts. Nate finally convinced me we better go check in to the hospital. We got in just after noon, and Zane was born at 3:59! I guess it was full blown labor and now I kind of wish I went in a little sooner so I could relax with my wonderful epidural for a while. I&amp;nbsp;love modern medicine and I am all about the epidural. I only got an hour with it before Zane decided he was ready. It was the weirdest thing ever because my water bag came out still intact when I got to a 10.&amp;nbsp; Nate said it looked like a white water balloon! Nutso! He yelled for the nurse to come in (keep in mind, 30 min before I was only at a 6!) they weren't expecting me to be ready yet. The nurse popped my water and the doctor finally made it in. Here is the best part...2 pushes! Zane's head is so much smaller than Kades and my body must have just known more what to do or something. I still got lots of stitches, but NOTHING like last time. I was actually able to walk out of the hospital and with Kade I couldn't walk, or sit like a normal person for weeks. I loved all my nurses and my hospital stay was night and day difference from the first time. Everything went SOOOO good! They didn't even weigh Zane for about 2 hours after birth. They let me have him right away for kangaroo care (which is like skin to skin) and Zane nursed like a champ right away. I loved being able to love on him for that long, I really think it helped me to bond right away. I can't believe how good of a nurser he is. I am think a lot of it has to do with that I am not learning everything new this time, but it just seems like every aspect of the newborn stage is 8 million percent easier this time around. I can NOT get enough of my Zane baby. I don't ever want to put him down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAx5KF9F7Sg/TXUlse8KA5I/AAAAAAAABtw/oitf_Rxy_aQ/s1600/2011-02-281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAx5KF9F7Sg/TXUlse8KA5I/AAAAAAAABtw/oitf_Rxy_aQ/s400/2011-02-281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hospital stay was a lot more restful. The only visitors we had were Nate's family and they brought Kade to see us for about an hour each day we were there. Kade seemed to grow up over night. He is SO big now. With Kade's birth it was awesome to have all our friends come meet our new man and to show support...but honestly it was so nice to just have time to rest, and heal myself and spend time getting the nursing down. It has been great having friends come visit at the house since we have been home instead of in the hospital. Kade is SLOWLY coming around to accepting his brother. The first week he basically shunned me. He wouldn't even look at me if I was holding Zane and he couldn't even be in the same room as me when I was feeding him. It went from that, to more of just ignoring Zane but at least tolerating his presence. Now, he actually will randomly touch him. He will pat his head, and even tickled his feet a couple times. He still wants nothing to do with holding him. Kade has picked up on a new fake whine/cry. He sees the baby cry and that Zane gets attention...so Kade will cry and whine until someone picks him up too. I think that will get better with time. We aren't trying to force Zane on Kade and letting him notice him on his own terms. I am sure he will love him soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrW5OZvSMAo/TXUlsn7i3VI/AAAAAAAABt4/TArlxevEzM8/s1600/2011-02-282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrW5OZvSMAo/TXUlsn7i3VI/AAAAAAAABt4/TArlxevEzM8/s400/2011-02-282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I ever thought it would be hard to love a second child. I was really scared because I was a crazy mama when Kade was first born. I had some nasty post-partum hormones and total anxiety. I don't have any of that this time around. With Kade I had to write down every time I fed him, I was keeping track of diaper changes, the clock was constantly on my mind and I felt like a slave to the clock. This second time, I am just enjoying my new bundle. I never know what time it is, I am just going with my instincts instead of reading everyone elses opinion on how to be a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOqu4d5IbkQ/TXUls4UgWjI/AAAAAAAABuA/qy1eD1THb4Q/s1600/2011-02-283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOqu4d5IbkQ/TXUls4UgWjI/AAAAAAAABuA/qy1eD1THb4Q/s400/2011-02-283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days home where pretty tough because Nate has had work training and it was just me with my boys. My mom is in town now and it has helped SOO much. It has allowed Kade to get lots of attention while I feed Zane. Zane also has his nights and days mixed up. I am not stressing about it because I know it is short lived. Some nights he will go right back to sleep after he eats...others he is a little gassy and cries alot...but it has all been manageable so far! I really can't get enough of having such a tiny little bundle. I don't ever want him to get bigger. He is is snugly and sweet and I love him with all my heart all ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-1919230940021853914?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/1919230940021853914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=1919230940021853914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1919230940021853914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1919230940021853914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/03/part-2labor-story.html' title='Part 2...Labor story'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aUup51PmhhM/TXUlsI-40TI/AAAAAAAABto/Kk0lVC9NeR0/s72-c/2011-02-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4610860073241155894</id><published>2011-03-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:28:37.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBnkLAEteU/TXUldq7yR2I/AAAAAAAABtI/xWg4jv-Ids0/s1600/2011-03-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBnkLAEteU/TXUldq7yR2I/AAAAAAAABtI/xWg4jv-Ids0/s400/2011-03-07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempt at a brother photo shoot :) I have all these cute matching outfits for them, and poor Zane stays in the same pj's most of the day. I am lucky if I remember to brush my teeth...let alone do outfit and diaper changes on everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91MMXd073f4/TXUld7-1FWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/f6vJ2Y9MWUw/s1600/2011-03-071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91MMXd073f4/TXUld7-1FWI/AAAAAAAABtQ/f6vJ2Y9MWUw/s400/2011-03-071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Zane might end up being a thumb sucker, which I am thrilled about. I know you can't take it away like you can the binki. But try taking Kade's bink away and it is like World War 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W06iW3Rax1Y/TXUleU9UB6I/AAAAAAAABtY/DPFP3LerYkw/s1600/2011-03-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W06iW3Rax1Y/TXUleU9UB6I/AAAAAAAABtY/DPFP3LerYkw/s400/2011-03-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little love bird...I think he looks a lot like his daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hq9LpLSbiw8/TXUleycm3xI/AAAAAAAABtg/ak-p4d3-iOA/s1600/2011-02-284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hq9LpLSbiw8/TXUleycm3xI/AAAAAAAABtg/ak-p4d3-iOA/s400/2011-02-284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4610860073241155894?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4610860073241155894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4610860073241155894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4610860073241155894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4610860073241155894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/03/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCBnkLAEteU/TXUldq7yR2I/AAAAAAAABtI/xWg4jv-Ids0/s72-c/2011-03-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5431679708507715008</id><published>2011-02-04T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:19:31.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutX3tkqmI/AAAAAAAABsU/S_gquEQt8lg/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutX3tkqmI/AAAAAAAABsU/S_gquEQt8lg/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am just missing both my boys right now, so wanted to post some cute pics. Do they really make little boys as cute as Kader?! Nate is at work right now and Kade is having a sleepover at Nate's parents house. I don't know how we could do it without the help of our friends, family, and ward members here. I miss Kade when he has his sleepovers, but it does help a lot. I haven't fully recovered from our nasty weekend at the hospital. But everyday seems to get better.&amp;nbsp; I am way too stubborn and I kept thinking I was fine (even though I was ralphing all day Saturday). Nate had to work Saturday night and I told him to go to work and that I would be okay. I guess that was pretty dumb&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I ended up blacking out while throwing up. I got in the shower to try to rinse it all off me and was throwing up in there too (the total nasty kind of barfing when it is about 20 times in a row)....yes, probably way to much info!!!&amp;nbsp; Kade was so sad, he stood outside the shower just bawling. Earlier in the day Kade thought the throw up noise was funny and kept mimicking me, by the end of the evening I think it was freaking him out. I was able to get a hold of Nate and he rushed home from&amp;nbsp;work to pick me up and bring me into the hospital. The staff was taking their sweet time getting me checked in, and even our first nurse was moving really slow. As soon as they got my urine sample back and hooked me up to the monitors I all of a sudden had 5 nurses and docs in my room trying to get my IV hooked up asap and blood drawn. Apparently I had 4+ keystones in my urine (I have no idea what that means, just that I guess it is really bad) meaning I was extremely dehydrated because I hadn't been able to keep anything down the whole day. My contractions were coming every 2 minutes and where very strong. They were past the point where I had already asked for my epidural with Kade. I was so out of it that I didn't really feel them and didn't know I was even contracting. Once the IV and drugs started reviving me, I began to feel the contractions a lot more. The nurse kept offering to give me morphine for the pain (I was having bad back labor). I denied it cause it kinda freaked me out. I finally decided, "heck I will give it a try if it can help me feel better".... I am now addicted to morphine and every day since then wish I could be hooked back up to that IV on my morphine drip. I still felt pain, but nothing like usual and it made me relaxed and sleepy. Ahhh, the joys of modern medicine. It took about 6 hours to get the contractions to slow down enough for us to go home. My husband was a Nazi about making me force myself to try to drink. I still had some more barfing episodes after the hospital, but I was finally able to get myself more hydrated. All in all, things are good now. I haven't gotten out of bed for the past 5 days and Nate has earned himself husband of the week award. I couldn't survive without him. I have to take my contraction meds round the clock now. They make my heart race :(. Before I only took the meds if the contractions were really bad. Oh well, I am just so happy we are home and everything turned out fine. My water better break when it's time for labor because I will probably have no idea when it is coming on cause I have been so used to contracting so often. The FFN test they took at the hospital came back negative, hallelujah! So as long as I don't let the contractions get out of control, then the test states I have a 96% chance of NOT going into labor within 14 days. That will put me at 36 weeks. WAHOO! My goal is to make it past 38 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutntVcL9I/AAAAAAAABsY/_f3eRmIZLiI/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutntVcL9I/AAAAAAAABsY/_f3eRmIZLiI/s320/039.JPG" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture! It is best to brain wash them when they are young...Go Cougs!&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutryHJquI/AAAAAAAABsc/W8BkkIHDu_Q/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutryHJquI/AAAAAAAABsc/W8BkkIHDu_Q/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Working on our eating skills. After his 2 hour eating evaluation at Primary Children's, they decided that he needs a once a week food therapy for his texture issues. They think he should be able to move through the program quickly. It has been good for me to learn some new techniques to get him to eat. Some days are really good, and some days he will only eat Cheetos. Can't really blame the kid, some days I only eat ice cream. Maybe they should be sending me to food therapy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutwLfOSCI/AAAAAAAABsg/JVxAVcTVKwQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutwLfOSCI/AAAAAAAABsg/JVxAVcTVKwQ/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-5431679708507715008?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5431679708507715008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5431679708507715008' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5431679708507715008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5431679708507715008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/02/missing.html' title='Missing..'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TUutX3tkqmI/AAAAAAAABsU/S_gquEQt8lg/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2441832967256253240</id><published>2011-01-24T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:57:14.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT54cJYXT_I/AAAAAAAABrw/upKRPCYOJUk/s1600/2011-01-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT54cJYXT_I/AAAAAAAABrw/upKRPCYOJUk/s400/2011-01-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahoo! We made it to 33 weeks. I feel like/look like&amp;nbsp;a mountain...I am in horrible shape from loafing around so much...but baby Zane is doing good! My contractions are still going on, but it is better than a few months ago and my medication seems to help. Every week seems to be a little better, so&amp;nbsp;I truly think we can make it full term!!!&amp;nbsp;I keep asking myself if I should be "nesting" yet. By this time with Kade I had read every parenting book, painted his themed room, organized his closet, and vacuumed his room 100 times by now. I have to admit the most I have done with this baby is think, "Maybe I should pull out Kade's infant car seat and scrub the old baby barf out of it?" I know I should be doing something to make it special this time around. I guess it just hasn't hit me yet that I will soon have two little boys. I do have to say that I am glad the anxiety of being a first time mom isn't happening this time around. I feel a little guilty that I am not all stressed and excited about everything. It is kind of like the first Christmas that you stop believing in Santa Clause...it is still fun and exciting, but just really different. I am sure if I was aloud to drive then I would be out shopping for this new little man. But for now I guess I am just spending as much one on one time with Kade while I can. Here is to hoping that we can go at least 6 more weeks. As much as I am uncomfortable and can't sleep...I don't want to have a pre-term little one, so bring on the heartburn, fat belly, and bad back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT58nfUqYqI/AAAAAAAABr4/pKPbFSLjbBA/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT58nfUqYqI/AAAAAAAABr4/pKPbFSLjbBA/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so grateful that Nate takes Kade&amp;nbsp;on most all his daily runs. I know it is a sacrifice for Nate because you don't get as good of a run when you are pushing the running stroller along. I love it so much for these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;*I love to watch Nate interact with Kade *I love for Kade to get some fresh air *I love how relaxed I am when they are gone :). It is just different from when Kade goes down for naps. I am still having to listen for him while he naps; but when they go on runs I get an hour or more to lay in bed and read. *And I love that I have a cute, fit hubby even though his wife is chubby! he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT58srv7KrI/AAAAAAAABr8/yZXr-bwUwE4/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT58srv7KrI/AAAAAAAABr8/yZXr-bwUwE4/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite boys. Do they make them any cuter?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT58ydlNN8I/AAAAAAAABsA/w0ZuaOEZM9c/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT58ydlNN8I/AAAAAAAABsA/w0ZuaOEZM9c/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are getting sad that football season is coming to an end. Sunday's after church just aren't the same without some games and a snack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2441832967256253240?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2441832967256253240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2441832967256253240' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2441832967256253240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2441832967256253240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/01/nesting.html' title='Nesting???'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TT54cJYXT_I/AAAAAAAABrw/upKRPCYOJUk/s72-c/2011-01-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3219300986935564769</id><published>2011-01-20T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:52:51.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6Uq-2xKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/o8VN4x3xJ04/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6Uq-2xKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/o8VN4x3xJ04/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am sure I have blogged about Kade's 'Monk' before...it his best friend, he sleeps with it every single night without fail. My worst fear is loosing it. Kade got really sick a few weeks ago; we got in the habit of only having his binki and monk for naps, and bedtime. He got really good at it too and would toss them both back into his crib when we would let him out. Well, when he got sick he wanted his binki and monk all day and I was going to take that from him.&amp;nbsp; One afternoon he comes squealing into our room. He found the drawer where we keep his back up Monkey in case anything happens to the real one. He couldn't stop rubbing them both on his cheeks and loving on them both. It was SO cute! Kade's favorite word is "cool" and he would just say it over and over looking at both his monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6aqnH9wI/AAAAAAAABrU/2AKpmqDjUL8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6aqnH9wI/AAAAAAAABrU/2AKpmqDjUL8/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes...we have had a haircut since this pic....We have cut his spike down about 4-5 times and it still only grows in the back on into a spike on top. I don't care cause&amp;nbsp;I think his spike rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6kP2Mf4I/AAAAAAAABrY/QCXBJXKb1ws/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6kP2Mf4I/AAAAAAAABrY/QCXBJXKb1ws/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found Kade in his room putting the new monkey away all on his own where he had previously found it. He says "here a go" and put it back.&amp;nbsp; I guess after an hour of playing with both monkeys he decided he better just stick with his first and true pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6oreZr1I/AAAAAAAABrc/mqS-bLU6wIw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6oreZr1I/AAAAAAAABrc/mqS-bLU6wIw/s320/007.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To bad the pic hardly does it justice...the black fur his completely matted of his monk and the new one is so soft :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3219300986935564769?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3219300986935564769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3219300986935564769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3219300986935564769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3219300986935564769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/01/monk.html' title='Monk'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TTi6Uq-2xKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/o8VN4x3xJ04/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6606179910200963768</id><published>2011-01-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:41:54.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Stage One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBweqcVKI/AAAAAAAABqc/pfBHc0MvJpE/s1600/2010-12-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBweqcVKI/AAAAAAAABqc/pfBHc0MvJpE/s400/2010-12-30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Christmas seemed to come 3 times this year. It was different not going to Utah. We really missed seeing our bros, sis in laws, and nieces and nephews and both sides of the fam. But it was nice to not have to do that LONG drive and all the packing and laundry. I am still on rest and will be through out the rest of my pregnancy. I just turned 30 weeks so we are hanging in there! Nate had 8 days off work and 2 weeks off school and I LOVED having him home. I get to do a lot more when he is home because I have a wheelchair now, and he can load me and Kade up to get out of the house once in a while. I am just not allowed to lift anything, or be on my feet for extended periods of time...so with his help I can get out of my dungeon. We had our Christmas Eve dinner with the Sager fam at Charlestons. This was a fancy outing for Nate and I who usually call eating at Chilis fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBwmr3tQI/AAAAAAAABqk/SAYFA5K70Os/s1600/2010-12-301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBwmr3tQI/AAAAAAAABqk/SAYFA5K70Os/s400/2010-12-301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Arizona had this crazy warm week right before Christmas. It was high 70's and low 80's for a couple weeks. I love it because I would lay on a blanket in the backyard and Kade could run around. And yes, he played in the sprinklers in the middle of December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBw1OBdUI/AAAAAAAABqs/vEhN769m2Sk/s1600/2010-12-302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBw1OBdUI/AAAAAAAABqs/vEhN769m2Sk/s400/2010-12-302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Christmas morning at our own house. It was funny because Nate and I woke up way before Kade. We made a nice breakfast for each other while the little man slept till 9:45am. Kade thought it was so funny that he was allowed to open the presents. He kept being told 'no' the past few weeks when he would try to sneak into them. He couldn't believe it was finally time to dig in! He had no interest in the clothes whatsoever. Nate got me a nice sewing machine for my main gift. I can't believe how much I wanted one. It has definitely been nice to play with the past few days. We got Nate a new fish finder for his boat and a new reel and rod combo. I had to sneak in a pic in the bottom corner of the college of my card display this year. I stole the idea from someone elses' blog and have really enjoyed it. I just painted wooden laundry clips and hung some ribbon across the entertainment center with the Christmas cards we received. I LOVE LOVE getting cards. Every one's where so stinkin cute and I love to look at them for months. We finally did cards this year and I was kinda a strug at it. I lost about 15 of them that were addressed and stamped and I am not sure who didn't get theres :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaH5FoYzFI/AAAAAAAABq8/ix-ymnXXLjE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaH5FoYzFI/AAAAAAAABq8/ix-ymnXXLjE/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why does everyone keep taking my picture??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIK2wqnFI/AAAAAAAABrE/2gpOgUE_Yv8/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIK2wqnFI/AAAAAAAABrE/2gpOgUE_Yv8/s320/061.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little Sneak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIQXTGErI/AAAAAAAABrI/622lwob1-BI/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIQXTGErI/AAAAAAAABrI/622lwob1-BI/s320/062.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you notice in these 3 pics, Kade has a "ball" in his hand that he stole from his Nana's tree. He knows better to take stuff off their tree because someone actually tells him no and takes it away. This time he just couldn't help himself. He would take off a "ball" and start running as fast as he could before someone caught him in the act. It was so funny! Everything is free game at my house. He runs around and does basically whatever he pleases because I can't chase him. I just laugh while I am laying on my love sac, getting fatter my the minute, as my house turns into a tornado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIUA4hqbI/AAAAAAAABrM/fX2v9yMOHpM/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIUA4hqbI/AAAAAAAABrM/fX2v9yMOHpM/s320/064.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBxDWzJqI/AAAAAAAABq0/jjuokc6bwIw/s1600/2010-12-303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBxDWzJqI/AAAAAAAABq0/jjuokc6bwIw/s400/2010-12-303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Christmas afternoon we went over the Nate's parents to exchange our gifts with them. The second time around, Kade really had the present opening down to a T.&amp;nbsp; Balls, cars, and candy where Kade's most favorite gifts by far. He runs around the house all day saying "ball, ball, ball...." over and over again. He will switch it up with "go, go , go..." repeatedly too. I love that he is all boy. He cracks me up all the time. Nate and I really enjoyed spending lots of quality time with him over break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIBEPqyZI/AAAAAAAABrA/MO8NmTPuSUY/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaIBEPqyZI/AAAAAAAABrA/MO8NmTPuSUY/s320/028.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a Happy Holidays!!! I am behind on my blogging so hopefully I get to more posts soon. Oh, and my new years resolution is to try not to be so anti-social this year. And to learn to answer my phone and listen to voicemails. So far not so good, I have&amp;nbsp;about 13&amp;nbsp;voicemails from the past week or so stored up. Hopefully you all are having better luck on your resolutions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6606179910200963768?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6606179910200963768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6606179910200963768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6606179910200963768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6606179910200963768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-stage-one.html' title='Christmas, Stage One'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TSaBweqcVKI/AAAAAAAABqc/pfBHc0MvJpE/s72-c/2010-12-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4915476466651855300</id><published>2010-12-13T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:25:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week...</title><content type='html'>I was going to wait to blog about this when I wasn't as sad about it because I don't want to sound like a whinnier...but it has only been one week (it's felt like 3 months) and I am pretty sure I am getting more attitude about it as the days pass on...so here it goes. It all kinda started with my 14 hr. shopping spree on Black Friday. I love everything about Black Friday, the crowds, the deals, the challenge, and the exhaustion. Thank goodness I finished most all my Christmas shopping that night and my house was already decorated. The next few days were just as busy, and that's when I first started noticing my contractions were getting worse. I was pretty sure they were just braxton hicks though.&amp;nbsp;I didn't know that braxton hicks weren't supposed to hurt/take your breath away.&amp;nbsp; After about 4 days of it Nate made me call my doctor last Friday.&amp;nbsp; The Dr. said that I had to rest over the weekend, and if I got 6 or more contractions in one hour than I had to go to the hospital. I had 5 contractions an hour for most all of Saturday..yes I recognize now that it would've probably been safer to go in to get checked, but I hate going to the hospital and I still wasn't convinced anything was wrong.&amp;nbsp;Monday morning at my Dr. apt they ran some test that takes 24 hrs to get results back.&amp;nbsp; The test tells you if you are going to have the baby within a week and that your contractions are starting your labor. Kinda crazy that they can know that from a test. After the test&amp;nbsp;the doctor checked to see if I has dilated and/or effaced.&amp;nbsp; I am dilated to about a 2 and starting to thin out, so we were ordered to go rt. to the hospital because the Dr. said they could get the labor test results back within 1 hr. and they wanted me hooked to the monitors. Luckily the test came back negative or I wouldn't have been able to go back home! I was contacting while I was monitored, but only had 2 in an hour while resting. I guess I was dehydrated as well, and now that I am pounding water like crazy it has helped a lot.&amp;nbsp; So as for now, I am on "rest".&amp;nbsp; I shouldn't really call it bed rest, because I have had friends on bed rest that can't get up to do anything, only go to the bathroom. I am allowed to be on my feet here and there, just for 20-30 min and then have to lay back down. We&amp;nbsp;made a trip to Wal-mart this weekend and it was the highlight of my week. Nate dropped me off right at the door before he parked and I got me the trusty ole' automatic wheel chair. So embarrassing, but so worth it. I could tell I was socially deprived because I was talking to anyone who'd give me the time of day. I am not a phone person at all, I like face to face interaction a lot more so it was nice to see people that weren't on my TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is what I hate most about it:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I can't hold Kader. It makes me soooo sad. Maybe it is a good for him because he has become at lot closer to Nate this past week.&amp;nbsp; Kade has had many sleepovers at Nate's parents, they take him the nights Nate has to work. It maybe is easing Kade into not having just me and him 24/7, because when the baby comes I am planning on nursing and that takes up a lot of time at the beginning. Even if it will help with the new baby transition, it still sucks. I am obsessed with my little Kader so this separation has probably been harder on me.&amp;nbsp; We still snuggle as much as he'll let me while watching cartoons on the love sac.&lt;br /&gt;***I have stay at home all day A.D.D. I can stand being home the whole day. I should use this time to catch up on scrap booking or something, but it doesn't really feel good to sit up. So basically I just feel like a big blob that is lazy around the house. My house is so messy because I can't really bend down to pick up toys.&lt;br /&gt;***I don't get ready unless I am going out, so by 4'oclock in the afternoon and you realize you haven't even brushed your teeth for the day...you really start to feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;***No more Utah for Christmas. I want to cry just writing about it. I wanted Kade to play in the snow and to spend time with Jeff, B, and Dyl, and I will miss our traditional family parties, and HS girlfriends party, and cousins and grandparents. I guess of all the years to have to miss, it ends up being okay because Mark and Nat couldn't come from Hawaii. And a lot of my cousins weren't able to come home either. Still, way sad though. I try not to get jealous when I look at everyone's blogs when they are at their fun family holiday parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forcing myself to look how it's blessed us:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It's made me even more grateful for my husband and in-laws. They all will go out of their way to help make sure Kade is staying entertained and that I am taking care of this unborn baby by taking it easy. Nate has turned into super dad because now he is our full-time provider, full-time student, the mom and the dad. &lt;br /&gt;***We see how willing people are to help. My ward has been incredible providing meals. I really can still cook, but it has truly helped so much because cooking is hard enough for me even when I don't feel like crap. It makes me want to help others as soon as I get the opportunity to serve because I have seen how willing these amazing people are to help. Also, my girlfriends have been great offering to take Kade, or do whatever I need of them.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had to take them up on it yet, but it is SOOO nice knowing that if I am ever in a bind I can count on anyone of them in a heartbeat. When we first moved to AZ it was really hard for me to be away from my own family. I still miss them all the time, but I am truly thankful for the friends we have made here and Nate's family being here.&amp;nbsp; It is humbling to have so many people offer support to me, and I feel like I am not doing anything for anyone else in return besides lay around my house.&lt;br /&gt;***My parent's have decided to drive down Christmas morning. They will spend Christmas eve with our fam there and then come down here to spend a few days with us. It will be great to have them here!&lt;br /&gt;***I realize it could be WAY WAY worse. Anyone that has been on hard core bed rest is probably rolling their eyes thinking I have no idea how much worse it could be. I am also SOOO&amp;nbsp;grateful that&amp;nbsp;the rest is&amp;nbsp;working. My contractions are becoming less painful and less frequent. I am doing my best to stay down because I want whats best for baby Zane, even if it means I gain 500 lbs from being a lazy butt the next 3 long months. I am keeping my fingers crossed that my Dr. will tell me I can add some more "up" time to my day at my next apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLirlqIdI/AAAAAAAABp4/KbP79H9wlvU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLirlqIdI/AAAAAAAABp4/KbP79H9wlvU/s320/001.JPG" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade spends most of the day in Jammies until Nate can come change him, he doesn't seem to mind though.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLt3JZw8I/AAAAAAAABp8/wwo1bgGDny0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLt3JZw8I/AAAAAAAABp8/wwo1bgGDny0/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Indoor football and a house full of tile is not the best combo. It is hard to tell from the pic but the goose egg is literally the size of a golf ball. Don't worry, I was just the cheerleader during the game, Nate and Kade were the players. Our poor lil guy.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLy7EAsuI/AAAAAAAABqA/bW_MZoReGBM/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLy7EAsuI/AAAAAAAABqA/bW_MZoReGBM/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been so hot here the last few days. I laid&amp;nbsp;on a&amp;nbsp;blanket outside and let Kade run around in the backyard. I had to take his long-sleeve off and let him play in just his diaper because he was sweating! After we came inside he decide to spruce up because someone in the house had to be looking good. He really put my head band on himself, I just tightened it a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcL5IYoWsI/AAAAAAAABqE/JsZYEkqh-3M/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcL5IYoWsI/AAAAAAAABqE/JsZYEkqh-3M/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That looks says, "mom, if you show anyone this picture you are dead meat...and if my daddy see's me like this you are in big trouble!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4915476466651855300?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4915476466651855300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4915476466651855300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4915476466651855300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4915476466651855300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-week.html' title='One week...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TQcLirlqIdI/AAAAAAAABp4/KbP79H9wlvU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-182146816257293393</id><published>2010-12-01T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:08:17.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdACuAiNSI/AAAAAAAABpQ/X_9Pv88RQHo/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdACuAiNSI/AAAAAAAABpQ/X_9Pv88RQHo/s400/Recently%2BUpdated11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have blogged before about my feelings for the Zoo. I am not really a big fan. I think it would be a lot cooler if you could ride the giraffe than to just stare at it. Now that Kade is getting older he is really into animals and the nosies that they make.&amp;nbsp; I was able to get us some free passes from the public library for the Phoenix Zoo and we couldn't pass that up. It is definitely more fun when it's free and you don't feel like you have to stay all day and stare at every animal to get your money's worth. The petting zoo was by far the hit for Kade (I guess he doesn't like just staring at animals either) The goats were a hit again.&amp;nbsp; Kade found a stick that he decided would make the perfect whacking device. He really let the goats have it. Nate and I thought it was hilarious until a lady came in and reprimanded him, then we had to act like we were concerned for the goats. You would've thought we took a million bucks&amp;nbsp;from the poor kid, he screamed bloody murder when we took his stick away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdAC_o-3EI/AAAAAAAABpY/X8Y0RbhXXBM/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdAC_o-3EI/AAAAAAAABpY/X8Y0RbhXXBM/s400/Recently%2BUpdated12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put a plug in for Arizona winters in case anyone wants to come visit us. It was 77 degrees today! Nate didn't have a T-shirt under his sweatshirt and he was really hot. Nothing like a sunny day on December 1st. Oh, and PS. the monkey's were the funniest monkey's I had ever seen. They were so active. We sat and watched them and laughed out loud for a long time. Kade wished we could take one home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdAmUQJPeI/AAAAAAAABpw/PdPmPUYGKVw/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdAmUQJPeI/AAAAAAAABpw/PdPmPUYGKVw/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade's first carousal ride.&amp;nbsp; He thought he was really funny at first, but about half way through the ride he wasn't so sure about it and did a fake laugh with a nervous face...it was to die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdADHQURTI/AAAAAAAABpg/7vFDCkKeOgs/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdADHQURTI/AAAAAAAABpg/7vFDCkKeOgs/s400/Recently%2BUpdated13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kade thinks anything with a beak quacks like a duck.&amp;nbsp; It is so funny to hear him quack.&amp;nbsp; This duck in particular was not shy at all and came right up to us.&amp;nbsp; I gave Kade a piece of crust to throw at the duck, but the duck took initiative and jumped up and pecked it right from his fingers. He was so mad at the duck, again we couldn't stop laughing.&amp;nbsp; Our son is definitely a character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdAqZ5dQ9I/AAAAAAAABp0/cyY04UGMvcY/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdAqZ5dQ9I/AAAAAAAABp0/cyY04UGMvcY/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning up after a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdADcVZBXI/AAAAAAAABpo/-p3OwJgHa54/s1600/2010-12-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdADcVZBXI/AAAAAAAABpo/-p3OwJgHa54/s400/2010-12-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that boy has enough stuffed animals in his bed? Of course the Monkey is tucked in close by :) We love this little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.. Notes for myself for 15 month check up earlier this week:&lt;br /&gt;-Head: back to the 98% instead of over 100% :)&lt;br /&gt;-Height: 33 in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Weight: 22 lbs&lt;br /&gt;-Diapers: size 4&amp;nbsp; -Clothes: Size 18 month, but have to roll up the pants (he has long torso, short legs)&lt;br /&gt;-Kade is going to start some eating classes at Primary Children's to see if that can help with his texture issues and eating strikes.&amp;nbsp; He used to gobble up everything and the last few months have been quite the struggle. Some days the only thing he will eat the whole day is a few Cheetos. He isn't teething or anything right now so they just want to observe him and go from there. Thank goodness for the pedi-sure from the McBrides so that he is still getting some calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-182146816257293393?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/182146816257293393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=182146816257293393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/182146816257293393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/182146816257293393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/12/zoo-day.html' title='Zoo Day'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TPdACuAiNSI/AAAAAAAABpQ/X_9Pv88RQHo/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6158023829021653792</id><published>2010-11-21T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:03:16.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVJfFJvWI/AAAAAAAABoM/tm7kQ8i02Zo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVJfFJvWI/AAAAAAAABoM/tm7kQ8i02Zo/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnUe0J9jDI/AAAAAAAABn0/4NvcIqH37SE/s1600/2010-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnUe0J9jDI/AAAAAAAABn0/4NvcIqH37SE/s400/2010-11-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past month I have been trying to plan at least one fun outing a day...sometimes it is just as simple of doing a library&amp;nbsp;baby time, or play group at the park.&amp;nbsp; I am not good at staying busy in the house, so I like to stay busy by going out.&amp;nbsp; One day I will learn how to stay home a whole day and actually get stuff&amp;nbsp;done like cleaning or cooking...but I&amp;nbsp;figure&amp;nbsp;when our&amp;nbsp;next little man comes, we will have to be home for the first little bit...so for now, bring on the&amp;nbsp;"funner" stuff! These are 3 recent activities that I actually remembered to bring my camera to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVUY7d1uI/AAAAAAAABoQ/Q8EOx0uNZ50/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVUY7d1uI/AAAAAAAABoQ/Q8EOx0uNZ50/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Phoenix Children's Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We all had a blast there, not just Kade! They had 3 different floors and lots of rooms full of interactive learning games and fun activities.&amp;nbsp;We stuck to the rooms that younger kids could appreciate.&amp;nbsp; Kade's favorite was the noodle jungle. It was so claustrophobic in there! You couldn't see anything but noodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVcGho2HI/AAAAAAAABoU/HN6O4Eoe2nA/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVcGho2HI/AAAAAAAABoU/HN6O4Eoe2nA/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GILBERT DAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnUfsgoKoI/AAAAAAAABn8/CaAueUR759U/s1600/2010-11-211.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnUfsgoKoI/AAAAAAAABn8/CaAueUR759U/s400/2010-11-211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our yearly tradition with the Williamsons.&amp;nbsp;We were laughing how last year the adults went on all the rides and we took turns watching the kids. This year, the funnest part was watching the kids do the rides...we didn't even go on any ourselves.&amp;nbsp; You know you are a real mom when you have more fun watching your little one do something than doing something yourself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVmTsrejI/AAAAAAAABoY/HGUJQ6JPSkk/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVmTsrejI/AAAAAAAABoY/HGUJQ6JPSkk/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I had to tell a little lie to the carnival worker to allow Kade to ride the train. What? He doesn't look 2 years old? I tried getting him in on several kids rides to get turned down every time.&amp;nbsp; We had already bought tons of tickets and I wanted him to get to ride the train so bad...so I figured a little fib wouldn't hurt. Who lies to a carnival worker??!!&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVsisuzKI/AAAAAAAABoc/TNOD310jDfA/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVsisuzKI/AAAAAAAABoc/TNOD310jDfA/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pink elephant ride was the only ride in the park that Kade was legally aloud to go on. He felt so big sitting next to cute Liberty...He really loves her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVzOZZTCI/AAAAAAAABog/fNutvvbyKe8/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVzOZZTCI/AAAAAAAABog/fNutvvbyKe8/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWFqHhzsI/AAAAAAAABok/nsUxfDTwdMY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWFqHhzsI/AAAAAAAABok/nsUxfDTwdMY/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bass Pro Shop Santa's Workshop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWpC8BNRI/AAAAAAAABo0/jspOopOuHeY/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWpC8BNRI/AAAAAAAABo0/jspOopOuHeY/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have the COOLEST Santa's workshop at bass pro. If you have one near by, then I totally recommend visiting it.&amp;nbsp; They have stuffed reindeer next to Santa's shop and everything looks so real.&amp;nbsp; It's totally how I would picture the North Pole :) Nate loves it because he can go look at all the stuff while I wait with Kade in line.&amp;nbsp; I did not mind waiting in line because then I didn't have to pretend to be interested in the fishing lures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They let every kid do a craft and make a stocking.&amp;nbsp; I am a mean mom and kinda got into it, I wouldn't let Kade help by messing it up. He kept trying to eat the jewels anyways. He must have thought it was more candy cane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWMS2ffTI/AAAAAAAABoo/GzGcyTQ4vpE/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWMS2ffTI/AAAAAAAABoo/GzGcyTQ4vpE/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kade wouldn't stop waving at Santa Clause...he loved him! I will have to scan the professional pic they took of him because it was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWZW39XMI/AAAAAAAABos/2_Q4YLEwcaQ/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWZW39XMI/AAAAAAAABos/2_Q4YLEwcaQ/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWjKP7j2I/AAAAAAAABow/YEgkA_t7nSk/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnWjKP7j2I/AAAAAAAABow/YEgkA_t7nSk/s320/033.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is getting much harder to hold Kade! He is always wants me to hold him&amp;nbsp;because he knows I will let him down to go wander and cause trouble because I can never hold him long enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnUgbsi4eI/AAAAAAAABoE/JwV_9AxcpW8/s1600/2010-11-212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnUgbsi4eI/AAAAAAAABoE/JwV_9AxcpW8/s400/2010-11-212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am that dorky mom that has her boy dress up as Santa to go see Santa. He might kill me for this when he gets older.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I will mix it up and let him be an elf next Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6158023829021653792?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6158023829021653792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6158023829021653792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6158023829021653792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6158023829021653792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-out.html' title='Getting out'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TOnVJfFJvWI/AAAAAAAABoM/tm7kQ8i02Zo/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2159878446482287973</id><published>2010-11-13T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:47:00.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Head??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate the Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AAG3EwFI/AAAAAAAABnI/R0BtDRtlrIk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AAG3EwFI/AAAAAAAABnI/R0BtDRtlrIk/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;So the other night I was going on and on about something in the car and buggin Nate about this and that. He sits quite for a min after I ask him a question, and finally, calmly, responds... "You know what, sometimes I am so shocked that you weren't born a red head". &amp;nbsp;Even though I had a hunch on where he was going with it, I still asked him what in the world did he mean by that. Apparently he meant that I am a stubborn, spit-fire, free spirit, and easy to rile up girl. Nate is at work tonight and I am just missing him at home and hating the night shift. I am thinking a lot about him tonight and how amazing of a man that he is able to live with me,&amp;nbsp;AND still love me despite my strong willed personality. You know you are full of it when your family tells you when you are younger that they kinda feel sorry for who has to live with me forever :) So this is gonna be a shout out post for my hubby and why I just love him sooo stinkin much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AEte1NII/AAAAAAAABnM/p1iy7DsQ7hA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AEte1NII/AAAAAAAABnM/p1iy7DsQ7hA/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-His humor. The other day I asked him to put a jacket on Kade so we could go on a walk....Kade came walking into the room with this "jacket" on. Nate didn't warn me of the joke he was playing and it made it all the better. I was DYING laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AKkGNfyI/AAAAAAAABnQ/lpWHurvkCaU/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AKkGNfyI/AAAAAAAABnQ/lpWHurvkCaU/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-He adores our son. Nate is a great father. He is very helpful to me and most of all he plays with Kade, and our son loves him so much for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He knows how to take criticism without getting offensive. Always willing to work on things to make him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is never afraid to say sorry first.&amp;nbsp; Even if I am the one who started the fiasco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Patient with me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He is punctual. He is calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-JJaTsbTI/AAAAAAAABnc/VT8DUproouI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539296861462752562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-JJaTsbTI/AAAAAAAABnc/VT8DUproouI/s320/002.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-He is very helpful with chores around the house without ever being asked: He is our dishes doer, trash taker outer, mail getter, take the trash can to the curb man, payer of bills, lawn mower, weed puller, bug sprayer, and laundry starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He never goes a day without telling me he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Works hard at his job, even when he hates it. Works the night shift so I can stay at home with Kade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-His passion for running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nate spent his day off work helping me set up for our Young Womans Evening in Excellence without complaining at all.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-JJaTsbTI/AAAAAAAABnc/VT8DUproouI/s1600/002.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AUytoRTI/AAAAAAAABnU/gqVnPb6fx-M/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AUytoRTI/AAAAAAAABnU/gqVnPb6fx-M/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I promised I wouldn't post this pic when I took it. I said it was just for me, but I couldn't resist. Thanks for teaching Kade your cooking skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AerURNgI/AAAAAAAABnY/lc2jdUCbNCI/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AerURNgI/AAAAAAAABnY/lc2jdUCbNCI/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Embraces my motto on how to spend a Sunday afternoon....go to church, come home and watch football :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-He is basically everything that I am not... I make him late, I don't admit when I am wrong, and I hate being told that I didn't do something right. If Nate doesn't feel good or is tired, then he just gets quite. Where as if I am tired, everyone suffers. I sometimes give him grief about him wanting to go fishing sooo much. But I am glad he is passionate about something, and that he can't wait to teach our boys to fish. I tell him that I would much rather sit and watch him play soccer than sit on the boat...but you know what, he doesn't complain when he watches me play the sport I love. Nate, I am going to try to be better! I love you so so much and am so lucky to have you as my husband and best friend. I like to think we balance each other out a little. I love that you are my sugar, and that I am your spice, and that we both wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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/7827502990504022152-2159878446482287973?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2159878446482287973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2159878446482287973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2159878446482287973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2159878446482287973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-head.html' title='Red Head??'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TN-AAG3EwFI/AAAAAAAABnI/R0BtDRtlrIk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1947001963718560979</id><published>2010-11-08T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:18:23.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents visit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJF-W82sI/AAAAAAAABmo/UVjqGHWIB6Q/s1600/2010-11-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJF-W82sI/AAAAAAAABmo/UVjqGHWIB6Q/s400/2010-11-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Continued.... I am a firm believer that Halloween should be celebrated for at least a week.&amp;nbsp; So This was actual Halloween weekend.&amp;nbsp; We had a ward Trunk-or-Treat and parade.&amp;nbsp; It was SOOO great to have my parents come visit for the weekend!&amp;nbsp; Kade loved having them to play with as soon as he woke up all the way till bedtime...24/7 attention can't get any better than that.&amp;nbsp; My mom likes changing diapers (I don't have that figured out yet) and getting Kade dressed, and I loved having a helper!&amp;nbsp; Especially because holding him is becoming more of a chore.&amp;nbsp; Nate and I didn't mind getting spoiled by my parents either.&amp;nbsp; They took us out to dinner and lunch, and helped re-stock our fridge for us.&amp;nbsp; Food is the #1 way to a mans heart, right?&amp;nbsp; Oh ya, and a pregnant lady!!!&amp;nbsp; My dad couldn't get enough of the AZ weather, it was mid 90's while they were here!&amp;nbsp; We went swimming and to the park, crazy weather for November.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the great weekend mom and dad!&amp;nbsp; We miss you tons already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJGJvIxUI/AAAAAAAABmw/ZWt5phRxZkc/s1600/2010-11-021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJGJvIxUI/AAAAAAAABmw/ZWt5phRxZkc/s400/2010-11-021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJGwjKAWI/AAAAAAAABm4/rZHL0429bHI/s1600/2010-11-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJGwjKAWI/AAAAAAAABm4/rZHL0429bHI/s400/2010-11-022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade can't get enough of the ducks at the pond...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJHrlqCeI/AAAAAAAABnA/e5iBMenlvRI/s1600/2010-11-023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJHrlqCeI/AAAAAAAABnA/e5iBMenlvRI/s400/2010-11-023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car slide is one of his favorite toys, the Williamson's gave him for his B-day.&amp;nbsp; He would squeal at the top of his lungs every time they flew down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-1947001963718560979?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/1947001963718560979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=1947001963718560979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1947001963718560979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1947001963718560979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/11/parents-visit.html' title='Parents visit!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TNjJF-W82sI/AAAAAAAABmo/UVjqGHWIB6Q/s72-c/2010-11-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2647252271410415397</id><published>2010-10-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:27:18.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASU Boo Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuZ3vYTbI/AAAAAAAABlg/tMPOXw0HsQQ/s1600/2010-10-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuZ3vYTbI/AAAAAAAABlg/tMPOXw0HsQQ/s400/2010-10-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fishin' for Candy &amp;amp; The Bean Bag Toss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am sure you all are going to get sick of seeing Nemo pictures from all the different Halloween events, but I can't contain myself and will probably still post a million of them. I can't get enough of Kade in this puffy costume! The tail in the back wiggles side to side when he walks, it is adorable. Is there anything cuter than kids dressed up in Halloween costumes?! I originally had a duck costume for him from Carters.&amp;nbsp;Kade loves ducks and quacks at anything with a beak.&amp;nbsp; I wanted the Nemo costume so bad but it was a lot more expensive (as everything in the Disney store is)...luckily it went on sale for 40% off and I returned the duck for the Nemo! ASU East campus, where we used to live, has a Halloween Boo Bash every year. I was so excited to take Kade this year because he could actually participate in the activities. We thought the huge&amp;nbsp;bouncy slides/cage things where a little to wild for him, but he did love playing the carnival games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuaGDzwZI/AAAAAAAABlo/k_wjWJkmJVQ/s1600/2010-10-251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuaGDzwZI/AAAAAAAABlo/k_wjWJkmJVQ/s400/2010-10-251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade loved spending time with Nate and riding in his wagon.&amp;nbsp; Nate was the first to volunteer to take him around to all the Trunk-Or-Treat cars...those two boys both LOVE candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuaTf7hgI/AAAAAAAABlw/Dvc1bhzyvVQ/s1600/2010-10-252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuaTf7hgI/AAAAAAAABlw/Dvc1bhzyvVQ/s400/2010-10-252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sager family was able to come enjoy the carnival with us. Kade has been such a blessing to all our lives. He really just makes us all so happy and we all love to spoil him with attention. Aunt Heidi got Kade that little glow stick and he wouldn't put it down the whole night!&amp;nbsp;I made a rookie mistake and forgot to get Kade a Trick-Or-Treat bucket, so his Nana bought him one after the carnival. Kade puts his monkey in it and walked it around the house with him all day today. He even dragged in the backyard to fill it up with rocks. It will be funny to see him carrying it to the houses on real Halloween day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZyIYoVSeI/AAAAAAAABl4/87srpsVDP_Q/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZyIYoVSeI/AAAAAAAABl4/87srpsVDP_Q/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZyNxd7wfI/AAAAAAAABl8/xIKwrjtLGAw/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZyNxd7wfI/AAAAAAAABl8/xIKwrjtLGAw/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask what I was dressed up as cause I have no idea. I was a LAMEO and made no costume this year because we don't really have a couples party or anything big to wear it to. I can't help myself though and at least had to do something Halloween-ish...any excuse to dress up a little.&amp;nbsp; I really wish there was a designated dress up day at least once a month. I thought I had drastic makeup on my eyes to look kind or rock-star-ish (why do I keep using "ish") and now that I look at the pictures you can't even really tell. Sad that it was actually a lot of eye makeup for me. It looks like I just had a little bit of a black eye.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZyXvyWdiI/AAAAAAAABmA/etL18k5mVwQ/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZyXvyWdiI/AAAAAAAABmA/etL18k5mVwQ/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade was so tired that he fell asleep before we pulled out of the parking lot! We all went to eat at In &amp;amp; Out after because not all of us could stomach the free hotdogs.&amp;nbsp; Although, Kade my picky eater downed a whole hot dog and a half! We laid Kade down in his wagon while we ate burgers, he looked so cute passed out in his costume.&amp;nbsp; Who knows if you are allowed to drag a wagon into In-and-Out, I didn't think anything of it until people were staring at us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2647252271410415397?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2647252271410415397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2647252271410415397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2647252271410415397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2647252271410415397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/10/asu-boo-bash.html' title='ASU Boo Bash'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TMZuZ3vYTbI/AAAAAAAABlg/tMPOXw0HsQQ/s72-c/2010-10-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4644365601446035493</id><published>2010-10-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:51:38.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campin out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu-2tg7oAI/AAAAAAAABkw/JwzToCGK_o4/s1600/2010-10-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu-2tg7oAI/AAAAAAAABkw/JwzToCGK_o4/s400/2010-10-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our friends the Lemieux's invited us on a camping trip last weekend. It was SO nice to wear a sweatshirt. We went up to the North Rim and left the desert behind us. We are still hitting temperatures over 100 degrees in the valley.&amp;nbsp; It was a really fun trip and Mark's parents brought up their trailer which was great for all the kids to run around and play in. I can't say it was our most successful camping trip cause Kade blew out of 4 outfits in one morning! He was teething and apparently got some nice runs to go with it. I think I got about 20 min of sleep during the night. I guess I should just plan on it when we are on vacation. Kade sleeps like a champ in his crib, but has a hard time else where. I successfully made my first peach cobbler. I have eaten that stuff over a million time and never tried to make it in my own dutch oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_rNzWJkI/AAAAAAAABlA/PK7k5wLbmB0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_rNzWJkI/AAAAAAAABlA/PK7k5wLbmB0/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade would stand like a statue until I would pick him up because he didn't like walking on the uneven ground. He definitely had no time rolling around in it and making rock piles though. He is such a boy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_1vi5E0I/AAAAAAAABlE/6TwTbXlV2-A/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_1vi5E0I/AAAAAAAABlE/6TwTbXlV2-A/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_cNiEJwI/AAAAAAAABk4/hkRKCwLJs9I/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_cNiEJwI/AAAAAAAABk4/hkRKCwLJs9I/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I think I am done fishing for a while. I know I have said this before...but I used to love it when we went about once a month...but this once a week stuff is to much for me. I guess I am not cut out to be a fisherman's wife. Gone are the days when Kade slept in his car seat and I read my book while Nate fished. Now it is stressful making sure Kade doesn't dive in the water (which he tries) and he refuses to wear his life jacket so I tie it to his&amp;nbsp;shorts (does that even count??) I feel bad to ditch out cause it is always been our family thing...but I think it will be better when Kade is bigger and can go with his Dad.&amp;nbsp; I am have a feeling next week you'll see more fishing pics though, I always give in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLvABM99MYI/AAAAAAAABlI/l7FX17r6y-U/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLvABM99MYI/AAAAAAAABlI/l7FX17r6y-U/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_hD3wJNI/AAAAAAAABk8/R8t_Yz2w96M/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu_hD3wJNI/AAAAAAAABk8/R8t_Yz2w96M/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is obviously not from our camping trip...but look at the grin :) This little man has me wrapped around every one of his fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4644365601446035493?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4644365601446035493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4644365601446035493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4644365601446035493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4644365601446035493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/10/campin-out.html' title='Campin out'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TLu-2tg7oAI/AAAAAAAABkw/JwzToCGK_o4/s72-c/2010-10-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4831401200910414526</id><published>2010-10-08T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:18:39.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ukfdQliI/AAAAAAAABjI/3FOWjYBXNQQ/s1600/2010-10-072.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ukfdQliI/AAAAAAAABjI/3FOWjYBXNQQ/s400/2010-10-072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;October...my favorite time of year! Baseball playoffs, football season, best weather in AZ, beginning of the holidays, and to kick it all of the St. George Marathon. This was my dad's 14th St. George full marathon. Amazing huh??! As if you can't tell by looking at those runners legs, can I be jealous that my dad can pull off short shorts better than I can?! So basically since I can even remember we have spent the first weekend in Oct. in st. g every year. My dad has definitely been my inspiration with running. I have already vented my sadness about having to sit last year out because I just barley had Kade, and then this year as well because of being preg again. So worth it cause I love my babies....But now&amp;nbsp;Nate is caught up with me and we both have ran 4 full marathons. I think&amp;nbsp;I have raced in a few more half-marathons but we are pretty close.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I embraced my cheerleader role and had an AMAZING weekend cheering Nate and my dad on and spending time with the fam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6vDG5o_0I/AAAAAAAABjY/rexGaDW1tnM/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6vDG5o_0I/AAAAAAAABjY/rexGaDW1tnM/s400/014.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I was SO dang proud of Nate the Great! He is back into school full time and with working full time it has been really hard for him to get in the training he needed. He was doing really well training&amp;nbsp;until the last few months when school started. I was not jealous when he was waking up at 4:30 am to try to beat the heat (which is basically impossible, AZ was NASTY this summer!)...Or, he would come home from work after working 14 hrs. and all through the night, and run the next morning. Kill me now! So Nate unfortunately didn't get his goal time. Around mile 13 he got the worst charlie horses in his quads and had trouble with his calves. He said that you could see the muscles clinched up and he couldn't get them to relax. He pushed through the pain for the rest of the&amp;nbsp;way and got a 4hr 39 min time which I still think is great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yVHskxHI/AAAAAAAABkA/zTdiQu7ehPA/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yVHskxHI/AAAAAAAABkA/zTdiQu7ehPA/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently the beginning of the race was a record for heat. Usually it is cool for at least the first 10 miles...I was worried when I heard that because my dad doesn't do good with the heat. He still did amazing! He ran a 4hr and 9 min marathon! He always reminds us about the years that he got under 3 hrs. 30 min. but for him to be a grandpa now and still kicking butt is awesome in my book! Plus he felt really good after the race which isn't always the case. My dad went to prestood season after the race! My butt would've been in bed. Nate didn't feel as good so he and Jeff went fishing instead. Fishing always heals their souls. Good job dad and Nate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was hard to tell who was more tired, the runners or the spectators. Man&amp;nbsp;it was hot sitting there cheering ;). Dylan and Kader did really good at staying in their strollers the whole time. They were sleepy from us dragging them out of bed, and then making them sit in the heat for a long time. They both earned some toys and dvd's for being so good. Nate earned a couple new running tops, and I earned a diet coke! Wahoo! Oh, and thanks Uncle Sam and the girls for coming to support! And some other shout outs: Aunt Nancy, for letting us sneak into your house to sleep in the middle of the night after arriving into town. And it was great to see Aunt Amy and her kids and my Grandma Moore. And once again, sorry to my St. George friends who I didn't get to see, I still love you all and just always get so wrapped up in family events when I am with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ujgV71II/AAAAAAAABi4/VhUi_Jr6N24/s1600/2010-10-07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ujgV71II/AAAAAAAABi4/VhUi_Jr6N24/s400/2010-10-07.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I am the biggest air head. I usually am too focused on cheering that I forget to take pics. I wasn't going to post marathon pics until I could steal some from Brandi and my mom, but I thought I better use what I got so I don't get behind. This race I swore that I would get great action shots. As soon as Nate passed us I ran along the side of him (not on the race course, but behind the gate) to snap some shots. Apparently&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;DON'T &amp;nbsp;turn out if you are pushing the on and off button instead of the picture button....so I got a sore back from my dumb shoes and still no cool pics! I finally noticed at the end and was able to get a good one of them putting the medal on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yBJuTjyI/AAAAAAAABj4/HTZT-S31ARA/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yBJuTjyI/AAAAAAAABj4/HTZT-S31ARA/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The little boys had the best time just playing on the bed! We brought up tons of toys, and of course Grandma had some new things for them (thanks mom, I love it!)...but the little guys were just interested in jumping on the hotel beds. They would wrestle and flop around like little fish! It was a little nerve wracking for all of us to make sure one of them didn't go flying off! The hotel had a great pool that Kade loved, and yes...no pics of that :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yHB4CYeI/AAAAAAAABj8/DAq597mOeBY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yHB4CYeI/AAAAAAAABj8/DAq597mOeBY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The two cutest snuggle bugs ever watching their cartoons with their hot mamas ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ukL6ttrI/AAAAAAAABjA/S3mcODFEMZU/s1600/2010-10-071.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ukL6ttrI/AAAAAAAABjA/S3mcODFEMZU/s400/2010-10-071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade is totally Dylan's puppy dog. He follows him around everywhere. Dylan seemed to like him better on this trip more than he ever has. I think it is because Kade can walk and play with him a little more. Kade doesn't sleep well on vacations cause that boy LOVES his crib...when he got fussy at night Dylan would say, "Oh just stop crying" it was hilarious. We miss Dylan so much already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yoQ5MH1I/AAAAAAAABkE/XgQUG3W5sHk/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6yoQ5MH1I/AAAAAAAABkE/XgQUG3W5sHk/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My chunky monkey may be picky about what food he likes...but if he can get his hands on stuff he likes, then he literally won't stop eating. He chowed down more than half that apple on his own after a big continental breakfast! He loves his chompers! Please notice that doll in the background. I told my mom that I am afraid that Kader won't understand "soft" with the new baby. My mom heard that it is a good idea to let them practice soft with a fake baby. You can guess how that went over with Nate and Grandpa. They said absolutely not! They wouldn't even let him touch it! Lame, I don't think a one year old will grow up with issues from just touching a baby doll. No, I don't want him carrying it around with him all day but to touch it is fine with me. I would try to get Kade to play with it just to bug the men. Kade wanted nothing to do with it except to steal it's fake binki. Needless to say, that baby went back home with my mom...there was no way in heck Nate would allow it back to AZ with us until there is a little girl in the house to play with it. Oh boys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6y7k-VHRI/AAAAAAAABkI/a3zkjVQn7J4/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6y7k-VHRI/AAAAAAAABkI/a3zkjVQn7J4/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa are the best...they can't get enough of their boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6zOA8rdMI/AAAAAAAABkM/tqfxjk4qBUU/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6zOA8rdMI/AAAAAAAABkM/tqfxjk4qBUU/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6zhMl9BDI/AAAAAAAABkQ/JWGzwMB5wWk/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6zhMl9BDI/AAAAAAAABkQ/JWGzwMB5wWk/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look really stupid and didn't realize I was arching my back. Like I said before I hurt it really bad trying to run and take useless pictures. Holding Kade is starting to be quite the struggle. I am turning into such a wuss! But this is the only pic we got with Jeff and Brandi because the little ones weren't loving picture time when the pool was right there staring at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6z1TTbqUI/AAAAAAAABkU/cj7XPh6ZclI/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6z1TTbqUI/AAAAAAAABkU/cj7XPh6ZclI/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't Kade look so much like his daddy in that pic???!!! And yes I am only 17 weeks preg...not 27. I get huge so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK60Id0pw6I/AAAAAAAABkY/fy4x8MkvtR4/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK60Id0pw6I/AAAAAAAABkY/fy4x8MkvtR4/s320/040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that face! Don't you just want to bite him?? I swear he gets cutter and cutter by the second. I love my Kader so much!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PS...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this post was long enough already so I wasn't going to say anything...but what the heck while I am already up late I may as well get it all done. SOOO, we pretty much know what we are having!!! :) I had a doctor apt. when we got back into town. They decided to do an ultra sound because maybe I am all of the sudden huge and gained 7 lbs since my last apt only 4 weeks ago...hello! They were worried that it was polyhydramnios (excess amniotic fluid) like last time. Well, the good news is that so far the fluid looks just fine! Now, bad news is what the heck can I blame it on! The ultra sound tech was being a little weird about checking for the sex. They are so annal about waiting until you are 20 weeks to tell you. She took a quick peek...she told us she couldn't be 100% sure but she was pretty darn sure. It was clear as day to me :) We decided to wait for our next ultra sound in a few weeks before we announce it so we can be sure. I am a tease? Not that anyone really cares to much either way..I just want to be sure. I love to find out the sex because it makes it more real for me. I think we are almost set on a name too! To be honest I have mixed feelings about what the gender, but truly am excited! I will go into more detail soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4831401200910414526?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4831401200910414526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4831401200910414526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4831401200910414526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4831401200910414526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/10/262.html' title='26.2'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TK6ukfdQliI/AAAAAAAABjI/3FOWjYBXNQQ/s72-c/2010-10-072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4728558086102948230</id><published>2010-09-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:02:45.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh remember how I said I have a busy next few days.... Well, &lt;strong&gt;instead of&lt;/strong&gt; doing laundry my son is wearing this to bed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TKGR4LGhEfI/AAAAAAAABik/bCNW1CLG99A/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TKGR4LGhEfI/AAAAAAAABik/bCNW1CLG99A/s320/001.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of working on YW or anything else productive I am researching double strollers and I can't stop. I just decided there isn't a stroller in existence that meets my needs. So I think I will invent one (yes, it is midnight, and I am starting to get loopy, and I truly think I will invent this!) My double stroller will:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Be a jogging stroller&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (we have a single jogger and I thought I didn't want a double..but that's me right now in my complete laziness. I like to think that when things settle down I will use my double stroller as a jogger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Both seats will be able to fully recline for sleeping babies.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;u&gt;A infant car seat can attach onto the seat.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Seats side by side&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;so both kids can see&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;It will&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;STILL&lt;/u&gt; fit through doors, mall isles, and turn on a dime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Here is the kicker...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It won't be $650 like every other good double jogger is!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea who can afford that kind of stuff on top of all the other baby needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4728558086102948230?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4728558086102948230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4728558086102948230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4728558086102948230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4728558086102948230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/09/instead-of.html' title='Instead of....'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TKGR4LGhEfI/AAAAAAAABik/bCNW1CLG99A/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-208494093016283561</id><published>2010-09-26T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:09:06.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_2fQAn4WI/AAAAAAAABiA/uGtDA7FJGIc/s1600/2010-09-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_2fQAn4WI/AAAAAAAABiA/uGtDA7FJGIc/s400/2010-09-26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade had a million pairs of shoes when he was tiny and we hardly put them on him. Now he actually needs shoes and he didn't have any that fit. So we got to do some shopping! It has been quite the process to get that boy to keep his shoes on. He hates them so bad but I was sick of being the ghetto family at church who let him roam around with bare feet and he comes home with black feet every Sunday. He also doesn't walk very well in them, it is actually kinda funny to see him topple around in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_3IsEzOBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/v1kXl64oO-A/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_3IsEzOBI/AAAAAAAABiQ/v1kXl64oO-A/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_2foAx5JI/AAAAAAAABiI/hc_jkhCUOpc/s1600/2010-09-261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_2foAx5JI/AAAAAAAABiI/hc_jkhCUOpc/s400/2010-09-261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;With Nate's work schedule this weekend we weren't able to go to our ward camp out or my friends Liz's wedding.&amp;nbsp;Nate made it up to me and squeezed in some time to&amp;nbsp;take us to the Dodgers vs Dbacks game this weekend. It was so much fun! Kade was cheering every time the crowd did. He sometimes forgot and cheered for the wrong team. But don't worry, I will continue to teach him what is right and wrong :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_3QRTspXI/AAAAAAAABiU/5w_jt3GPWSk/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_3QRTspXI/AAAAAAAABiU/5w_jt3GPWSk/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_3sV7PmiI/AAAAAAAABiY/3c3m09dSLRU/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_3sV7PmiI/AAAAAAAABiY/3c3m09dSLRU/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have always thought it was so cute how babies just fall asleep in the most random places. I new that was never going to happen with my little non-sleeper. We were just dying laughing when it happened in a loud baseball stadium. The game just wore him out! And the Dodgers started to loose and Kade didn't want to see that part happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_32fl7ZBI/AAAAAAAABic/ST1r7onczfE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_32fl7ZBI/AAAAAAAABic/ST1r7onczfE/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_4ACmVQ6I/AAAAAAAABig/8mPUjUnsqyU/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_4ACmVQ6I/AAAAAAAABig/8mPUjUnsqyU/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are leaving for St. George for the marathon on Thursday morning. It will be a really busy week at the Sager house trying to get all Nate's school work done before we leave, not to mention he works every night till Thurs, and I am in charge of my first combined Young Womens Activity for personal progress. We are so excited for St. George though so I am sure the next few days will breeze buy. Nate and my dad are running and I am sure they will do great. Nate is getting super nervous because ever since school started he hasn't been able to train like he was before. I am starting to get really sad that I can't run, but it will be fun to cheer them on. Anyway, of course because Nate knew that this week would be crazy and then we'd be out of town soon....we also had to squeeze in a fishing trip this week. It was roasting hot so Kade wanted to chill in his nakes most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-208494093016283561?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/208494093016283561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=208494093016283561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/208494093016283561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/208494093016283561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJ_2fQAn4WI/AAAAAAAABiA/uGtDA7FJGIc/s72-c/2010-09-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3918131376227904886</id><published>2010-09-17T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:14:06.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, most of you have heard the news from facebook or my big mouth that I am having a second dose of pregos. I wanted to wait to blog about it when we found out what we were having...but once again I get fatter than fat at the beginning and have to wear maternity clothes the second I pee on a stick. I also wanted to wait for the shock of it to die down so I could be completely excited to share the news. Well, it hasn't died down all the way yet. Don't get me wrong...we are pumped about this new blessing. But, I just may have 8 million reasons why I am a little nervous :)...but keep reading cause I promise there is some excitment along with those nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Hints of another edition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Marathon training. Nate, my dad, and I all go into the St. George marathon. I was ecstatic to be able to run this year because last year I had just barley had little Kade. Training was kicking my butt big time. I couldn't in a rhythm. Weather we ran&amp;nbsp;three miles or&amp;nbsp;ten miles...nothing felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My favorite pair of soccer shorts that finally started to fit...suddenly started to not fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. The fact that I would pay at least $1,000 dollars to be able to nap all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. I completely lost my milk, Kade naturally weened himself from wanting to nurse(apparently the taste can change when you are preg), and Kade started loosing weight because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I dragged my feet a bit on taking a test, because I didn't know if I was ready to know yet. My baby is still a baby. Trying to get pregnant with Kade took months of stress and buying tons of expensive tests. This time I just took a cheapo dollar day test like 5 minutes before Nate had to leave to work. It came up positive like I knew deep down it would. I was left with this news alone and got myself all worked up. Here is why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Fears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I suck at functioning on no sleep. Kade never slept till 8 months...I hope that most of it was my fault because I had absolutely no idea what I was doing and we didn't know he had bad acid reflex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Home alone nights. Nate only gets a week off work when the baby comes. And that is if we save up vacation days. I am really nervous about getting two babies ready for bed by myself. I am alone most nights and I am picturing trying to do my nightly routine with Kade and the other baby in the next room just screaming. Hopefully we figure something out that works for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keeping two babies quiet during the day while Nate sleeps. I am already not so good at that because my house looks like Toys'R'Us and everything plays music. I kinda love kids toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Pregnant. I am just afraid of pregnancy. I am not really good at it. I get so huge and never feel so good. This time around it is going better because I am just embraceing my fatness and eating whatever I want. Not a good strategy some might say? I am just choosing to not stress about it. I didn't even loose all my prego weight with Kade..oppsy, we will be adding to the top of those layers. Why can't it be like in the olden days where being fat meant you were rich and elegant? I am also a little afraid of labor and the 150 stitches thing. That hurt for a while :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*My own selfish thoughts that for some reason I am willing to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I am getting lots of good sleep right now and nervous to give that back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I started being able to play soccer a few times a week and volleyball, and now I have to take a break again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Our life just starting getting into a routine. Nate is back into school, Kade is walking and learning so much every day. I am starting to get a little free time during Kade's nap to actually cook dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I am worried that I won't be able to give both kids the attention they need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I hope that Kade will adjust to a whole new life where he is not the only spoiled one. Life right now literally revolves around him and I am pretty sure he loves that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-It is hard to believe that I can love another child as much as I love Kade. Does that just come naturally to have just as much love for the next child? It is just hard to fathom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Excitement!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I have a lot of close friends and family that have had complications with either; pregnancies, miscarriages, being able to conceive, preterm labor, and/or babies close in age. I watch these women who just press forward and stay positive and they are such a great example to me. My mom had me only 15 months after Jeff and things worked out just fine. I am truly excited that we were blessed to get pregnant without the months and months of trying and worrying that came with Kade. I don't want to call this baby a surprise at all because we knew that we wanted more kids for sure! It just goes to show that our Father in Heaven has his own time table for things even though it wasn't in our game plan just then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I get to buy more baby clothes and toys which is one of my greatest talents. Now if money just grew on trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. I have another excuse not have to have a spotless house. You can't expect a mother of two to have a clean house can you??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;I am excited that this time around it has to be easier....right??? I have not spent one single minute stressing over pregnancy facts on the Internet. I now know that it is WAY better to supplement your child with formula than starve them (no matter what any crazy lactation lady says). I now know that if a baby cries for a few minutes that it will be just fine. I know that I was the craziest first time mother that ever existed and that I don't want to be like that again. I hope that I can enjoy my infant this time around. (Secretly, I am still a little afraid of infants). Nursing is now not so foreign to me and I was able to do it with Kade for about 10 months so I can hopefully do it again. I am not counting down the days till my next doctor apt. so I can ask my 100 questions that I have prepared for the doctor. In fact, I am lucky if I can even remember that I have an appointment and they go so fast because I can't really think of good questions at all. It is a little bit sad in a way. Because there is nothing like that first time and all that energy you put into it. I feel like this one will be due before it even hit me that I am expecting. But, I have to take that as a good thing for me because all that anxiety, and unknown/newness of the first one about did me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. They will be little buddies. I will love watching them grow up together. I am already doing naps, and diapers so bring it on. Kade loves kids and I am sure he will be such a great big brother. It is kind of weird to admit. But I always had the feeling another one would be close behind. I think there is another strong willed spirit up there that was anxious to come down and teach his/her mommy a thing of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have an amazing husband! I know&amp;nbsp;he will help me as much as his schedule lets him. He is a great pregnant supporter. He wants to come to all my doc. apts. He loves, loves, loves babies. He lets me take a nap everyday and doesn't mind if that means I don't get much else done between playing with Kade and sleeping. He helps me when I am sick. And most of all he still thinks I am cute when I am chubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Last, but not least....how it happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I called my Walgreen's to refill my monthly birth control pill to find out that the refills had expired. I called my doctor to get them to extend my refills. They called back (which of course I missed the call) and left this message. "I went ahead and gave you more refills on the pill. But just wondering, Are you still nursing at least 5 times a day? The mini pill isn't effective unless you are nursing a lot. You might one to come in and get labs drawn before you start a new birth control just to make sure" Hmmmm, nope... I had not been nursing that frequently for months. Didn't go right in a draw my labs, but I didn't start taking another pill because you shouldn't when you are preg. Then all those "Hints" that I stated before started popping up. I got the dollar day test. Got my blood drawn the next day...and wallah! We will be a family of four in March if everything goes smoothly. I love this baby so much already. I love that Nate pats it and talks to her (he thinks it is little Zoey) I am definitely nervous for what is to come, but I have to say that I am NOW more excited than nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may as well do my usual monster long post and get all my updates done in one: We have been doing TONS of fishing lately. Nate wanted to get lots in before school started and before our next baby comes and we are unable to go as much. Kade can't get enough of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXMh5_l-I/AAAAAAAABg4/beSj1uiEA8U/s1600/Recently+Updated10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXMh5_l-I/AAAAAAAABg4/beSj1uiEA8U/s400/Recently+Updated10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate was able to take his dad and brother out a few times while I was having a girls weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXMz8PlOI/AAAAAAAABhA/gORPHBh2Xe4/s1600/2010-09-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXMz8PlOI/AAAAAAAABhA/gORPHBh2Xe4/s400/2010-09-17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Love my hubby and my lil gubba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXNNRJDiI/AAAAAAAABhI/nkumNChamw0/s1600/2010-09-171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXNNRJDiI/AAAAAAAABhI/nkumNChamw0/s400/2010-09-171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRX0IfRsDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/tcg1M2jmzFY/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRX0IfRsDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/tcg1M2jmzFY/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little fisher man. He leans over the boat and stirs his cooking spoon in the lake. I am not sure he will catch a fish that way but it is really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRX95WeiLI/AAAAAAAABhY/1zwmecnz8Gw/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRX95WeiLI/AAAAAAAABhY/1zwmecnz8Gw/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and Ps...I haven't done anything with my hair yet. Everyday I change my mind and I am still trying to find someone who is good but cheap (is that even possible)?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRYHs6iDEI/AAAAAAAABhg/erLspbCFXjE/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRYHs6iDEI/AAAAAAAABhg/erLspbCFXjE/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I throw this pic in there. It was the middle of the night. Nate and I go peek at him before we go to bed ourselves. We found him with his little arm clamped around the crib post and were laughin so hard. We had to risk waking him up with the flash to take the pic. Yes, I hadn't done laundry in a while hence his random jammies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRYaXLtF7I/AAAAAAAABho/71tLQkN8aN4/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRYaXLtF7I/AAAAAAAABho/71tLQkN8aN4/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My old roommate Liz is getting married next week! I had my first weekend away from Kade and it was really, really, really hard leaving. It wasn't even like I was leaving him with a babysitter. I left him with his dad! :) It was good for me to realise that he could still survive without me. Nate was great to send me a zillion of&amp;nbsp;pics of Kade&amp;nbsp;to my phone. And the&amp;nbsp;girls where great to let me show them every single one.&amp;nbsp;It really was SOOOO fun to spend time with girls. I sometimes wish I could have a girl roommate just a few days a week. Your wardrobe doubles...you get to gossip lots, and you don't even need reality TV becuase you have your own drama. I loved living with a bunch of friends and I have been so lucky to have the best roommates all through college and after. Dani, Liz, and Sombs where some of my old roomies. And Emma, Naomi, and Cate are some other of Liz's friends. We stayed in Somb's time share and it had an amazing pool with a lazy river. We each got our own bed and everything.&amp;nbsp;My dang camera died after only taking ONE picture :(&amp;nbsp; We had one night out on the town. Liz was adorned with &amp;nbsp;a crown and blue boowa to stand out, while the rest of us wore black. My friends were dying at my casual mommy wardrobe. I am the only one of these girlfriends that has a kid and is LDS. But luckily they found me something cute that still was long enough with sleeves. I live in AZ and have the worst tan of the whole group. And&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;I am the chubby prego with all the cute skinny girls!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I sometimes forget what it is like to spend more than 10 min getting ready. Emma did everyones makeup. Cate curled my hair. And we picked through each others suitcases. So fun! I was glad that we only did one fancy night and the rest of the time was by the pool and casual. That is more my style :)﻿&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;Wow, that was a hugo post. I need to get a video up soon of our little walker. It is so cute to see Kade toddeling around. And I thought he was into everything before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3918131376227904886?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3918131376227904886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3918131376227904886' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3918131376227904886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3918131376227904886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-then-there-were-two.html' title='And then there were two!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TJRXMh5_l-I/AAAAAAAABg4/beSj1uiEA8U/s72-c/Recently+Updated10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2515507943514142788</id><published>2010-08-30T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:12:48.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair, oh hair...what should I do?????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was just about to pull a GI Jane/Brittney Spears&amp;nbsp;and cut all my hair off in the bathroom. It is driving me nuts. I know most of all it is because I haven't done it in who knows how long cause I have been as sick as a dog....but even when I do do it...it bugs me, never turns out, and is up in a pony in 10 min. I&amp;nbsp; LOVE long hair on other people. I usually have long hair and I suck at it. I am starting to think it is better to go short again because at least I do it....but then all that work to growing it out was a waste...AHHHHH. And then it comes to hair color and that is whole new stress. Oh the joys of being a woman :)&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;Pros of long hair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Looks good if I take the time to blow it out and round brush and straighten it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*You can put it in a pony (is that a pro or con?)&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;Pros of short hair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Can maybe hide my nasty baby hairs that are growing back. I lost TONS of hair while nursing Kade and it is coming back in full force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Takes two seconds to style it and you can add a little more sas to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PLEASE PLEASE tell me what to flippin do? Take in mind that my face is like 8 times fatter now then in these pics. Maybe when you are skinny you hair doesn't matter...but hair is an easier fix right now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZWkfU_DI/AAAAAAAABf8/rwf82yA7vK4/s1600/001+-+Copy+(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZWkfU_DI/AAAAAAAABf8/rwf82yA7vK4/s320/001+-+Copy+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do I go really short and dirty blond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZ60_P2yI/AAAAAAAABgU/gLksGvv9LcE/s1600/203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZ60_P2yI/AAAAAAAABgU/gLksGvv9LcE/s320/203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Darker and a little longer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZmrCXKDI/AAAAAAAABgE/keOa_cmFKqw/s1600/137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZmrCXKDI/AAAAAAAABgE/keOa_cmFKqw/s320/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Medium length with some bangs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZwe63PZI/AAAAAAAABgM/osIn7tF-PoE/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZwe63PZI/AAAAAAAABgM/osIn7tF-PoE/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Layers or one length?&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;OR...Do I keep trying to grow it out and maybe just get off my lazy butt and do it more often? I already think I have to go a little darker than I am now. I have the white trash roots going on but I am too poor to keep up on highlights. Feel free to give me your honest opinion even if you think I am hopeless and better off with a shave. THANKS :) XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2515507943514142788?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2515507943514142788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2515507943514142788' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2515507943514142788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2515507943514142788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/08/hair-oh-hairwhat-should-i-do.html' title='Hair, oh hair...what should I do?????????????'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THyZWkfU_DI/AAAAAAAABf8/rwf82yA7vK4/s72-c/001+-+Copy+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6000954313383842762</id><published>2010-08-22T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:23:36.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause please...</title><content type='html'>If I could invent anything, it would be a remote control to pause time. I don't want my little man to keep getting older. This&amp;nbsp;is his&amp;nbsp;1 year stats/update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kade is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;----&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Funnier than he has ever been in his long life&lt;br /&gt;-The life of the party&lt;br /&gt;-A show off at restaurants&lt;br /&gt;-Half Chinese...he has this fake squinty smile that is to die for&lt;br /&gt;-Talking/jabbering like crazy&lt;br /&gt;-A total mamas boy&lt;br /&gt;-Loves to rough house with his daddy, and of course fish with him&lt;br /&gt;-Back on the charts for weight: 20 lbs 5 oz. I have been working like crazy on that. He is one picky eater..still hates milk.. spits out food he doesn't like or hides it under his bum in his high chair :). Figuring out what to feed him is my biggest hardship&lt;br /&gt;-He even grew a little taller...we are now the 25% whoot whoot! He still wears a lot of 6-9 clothes but can wear 12 month tops if they are a little smaller&lt;br /&gt;-So maybe his head is now off the charts...over 110% head. I feel really bad when I have to squeeze his shirts over his head&lt;br /&gt;-Starting to LOVE books, thank goodness since he a 3 billion of them&lt;br /&gt;-The apple of my eye (okay, I don't even know what that really means. Hopefully it fits in context. Ha ha, I have just always wanted to say it)&lt;br /&gt;-A bathing king. Loves baths and splashing like a crazy man&lt;br /&gt;-An All star athlete. No seriously, he already has a good arm and hits everything in site with his baseball bats. We will start trying to get the kick down when the walking comes. He loves crawling. He has taken steps and can stand up with pulling himself up with anything...but he just doesn't have a huge desire to walk yet.&lt;br /&gt;-Making car nosies as he pushes his trucks/cars around the house&lt;br /&gt;-Give the kid a balloon or a serving spoon and he is set for life&lt;br /&gt;-He is sleeping like a champ! WAHOO! Finally :)... at least 12 hours during the nap and usually 2 good naps. Oh praise the heavens. Funny thing is, that sometimes I miss him when he is napping.&lt;br /&gt;-Basically, Kade is as cool as any one year old little boy can get. Thanks for making me laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THIOmC6hL1I/AAAAAAAABfc/ZwOtFrQtcL8/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THIOmC6hL1I/AAAAAAAABfc/ZwOtFrQtcL8/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you could tell in the pic, but Kade is hitting the fish Nate caught with his baseball bat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THIOveVFfEI/AAAAAAAABfk/4Dqd6OAVoCo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THIOveVFfEI/AAAAAAAABfk/4Dqd6OAVoCo/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just way to hot in Arizona for blankets!&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: left;"&gt;-I just got offered a long term sub position for a teacher going on maternity leave. I have been struggling with the decision all week. It would help us out sooo much financially. Nate is starting up school again so he won't be able to work extra shifts at the hospital. I thought seriously about doing it. It would just be a 12 week sacrifice. But in the end I just couldn't. I love being&amp;nbsp;Kader's stay at home mama. Hopefully one day something will pop up where I can help out with the bills, but not a full commitment of 5 days a week and 8 hours a day. My mom worked when us kids went into elementary school. And I will be grateful for her sacrifice everyday of my life. With her working we were able to fulfill our dreams of playing sports, and extra curricular activities. Hats off to the working mother who does what she has to do for her family. I am glad for my education so that I have teaching to fall back on. For now, I am so grateful that I&amp;nbsp;can stay home with Kade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6000954313383842762?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6000954313383842762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6000954313383842762' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6000954313383842762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6000954313383842762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/08/pause-please.html' title='Pause please...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/THIOmC6hL1I/AAAAAAAABfc/ZwOtFrQtcL8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1031824745530379650</id><published>2010-08-17T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:04:20.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUEdTr3vI/AAAAAAAABdk/If2JZmoAJpE/s1600/Recently+Updated6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUEdTr3vI/AAAAAAAABdk/If2JZmoAJpE/s400/Recently+Updated6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;PARTY TIME! This turned out to be such a fun day for our family. I get all weird and stressed trying to get ready for everything, but once it got started it was a blast. I had a lot of fun planning for his monkey party. The reason we did a Monkey Theme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First: Kade sort of looks like a monkey, especially with his little spike of hair on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Second: Kade sleeps with the same monkey every single night. It is his very best friend. He drags it around the house with him and we take it everywhere. When he is tired he pats it on his face or rubs it on my face (nasty) It is SO cute to peek at him sleeping and see it tucked into his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUEm5D-WI/AAAAAAAABds/QZjVqH6sETI/s1600/Recently+Updated7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUEm5D-WI/AAAAAAAABds/QZjVqH6sETI/s400/Recently+Updated7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the little party favors that we gave to Kade's friends. It's hard to tell, but there is little monkey's on the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsXRlt7G0I/AAAAAAAABfM/W66r_F4LReI/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsXRlt7G0I/AAAAAAAABfM/W66r_F4LReI/s320/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some pics of the decorations. I had a lot of help from Kathy and Heidi. I don't know what I would've done without them and their crafty skills. Heidi loves to make cakes and did a fabulous job on both cakes.! We kinda ruined it in this pic cause the cake was sliding off the plate..oopsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsU8BZ4GMI/AAAAAAAABeM/Xta3sxKLWQA/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsU8BZ4GMI/AAAAAAAABeM/Xta3sxKLWQA/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsVOhYzzII/AAAAAAAABeU/d0O6krhRtPQ/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsVOhYzzII/AAAAAAAABeU/d0O6krhRtPQ/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade has his own bananas to smash into. He LOVED digging into it but he wanted nothing to do with eating the cake. Free reign to make a mess was the best thing he could've asked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsWZGWjD6I/AAAAAAAABe0/UJRzze1wLvY/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsWZGWjD6I/AAAAAAAABe0/UJRzze1wLvY/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsk0T-IEDI/AAAAAAAABfU/Ta3vMHsY5Yo/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsk0T-IEDI/AAAAAAAABfU/Ta3vMHsY5Yo/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These were the pre-cake pictures. I hope one day he doesn't hate me for making him wear that hat...it was just to cute on him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsVya_pD8I/AAAAAAAABek/KGV18Cq7YMQ/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsVya_pD8I/AAAAAAAABek/KGV18Cq7YMQ/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsWGD2HdRI/AAAAAAAABes/QB5402dulUY/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsWGD2HdRI/AAAAAAAABes/QB5402dulUY/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast playing water games outside. Most of the adults were smart and tried to hide in the shade. It has been over 110 degrees all week, yuck! Kade's favorite part is when the slip'n'slide got the grass all muddy and he could roll around in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUE0O6PpI/AAAAAAAABd0/4pO2g7DWj-g/s1600/Recently+Updated8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUE0O6PpI/AAAAAAAABd0/4pO2g7DWj-g/s400/Recently+Updated8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two dingles :) He loves his Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUiXjgEpI/AAAAAAAABeE/lw1j2vk9dtE/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUiXjgEpI/AAAAAAAABeE/lw1j2vk9dtE/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsWsXWRyDI/AAAAAAAABe8/OCONON5UoO8/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsWsXWRyDI/AAAAAAAABe8/OCONON5UoO8/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so grateful to our friends and family that were able to come celebrate with us to make it a special day for Kade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUFMA6ELI/AAAAAAAABd8/41ARK1WmprI/s1600/Recently+Updated9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUFMA6ELI/AAAAAAAABd8/41ARK1WmprI/s400/Recently+Updated9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsW_UUwzwI/AAAAAAAABfE/7jJN_cXwOuI/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsW_UUwzwI/AAAAAAAABfE/7jJN_cXwOuI/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tired during the after party..it is hard work turning one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-1031824745530379650?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/1031824745530379650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=1031824745530379650' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1031824745530379650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1031824745530379650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-birthday.html' title='1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGsUEdTr3vI/AAAAAAAABdk/If2JZmoAJpE/s72-c/Recently+Updated6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6169242527226803225</id><published>2010-08-12T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:47:46.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I doubt it...</title><content type='html'>I really doubt there is a funnier, cuter, crazier, and more lovable little boy out there. Kade is my little love bug. His personality cracks me up every single day. He is such a happy boy. He loves to entertain, and play, play, play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOfXl-WvqI/AAAAAAAABdA/Pe8dHgABTUI/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOfXl-WvqI/AAAAAAAABdA/Pe8dHgABTUI/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With out fail Kade is always his most mischievous when he is wearing his batman jammies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObgeH_VsI/AAAAAAAABbI/tW6Mc3h8ErE/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObgeH_VsI/AAAAAAAABbI/tW6Mc3h8ErE/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These pics were taken maybe 20 min before my son called 911 and the cops showed up at my door. Kade loves to play with the house phone, and I love him to play with whatever keeps him entertained. We were doing a little playing before bed and suddenly the door bell rings. I was freaked out at first cause Nate was at work and no one really ever comes over. I was more nervous when I looked through the peep hole and it was a cop. He had to come into my house to make for sure that everything was okay. I was so embarrassed, mostly because the cop was hot and I was in my sweaty gym clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObkYBjMoI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v8bdbPa-N5Y/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObkYBjMoI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v8bdbPa-N5Y/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mouth full of cookies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObpiQj1qI/AAAAAAAABbY/CBLdl6aMF9Y/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObpiQj1qI/AAAAAAAABbY/CBLdl6aMF9Y/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObv1wEetI/AAAAAAAABbg/c532KSRnpeA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGObv1wEetI/AAAAAAAABbg/c532KSRnpeA/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been putting off posting my family trip because I didn't take hardly ANY pics and I was waiting for my mom to send me some. I better just post what I have or I will never get to it when I get behind. We had our own little Davis family reunion at Bear Lake. It was SOO much fun. We had the best of both worlds. We were camping in tents, the weather was nice, and we had a boat right on the lake. I hadn't gotten to water ski or wakeboard for ages. I can not get enough of water sports. It was a lot easier to camp with so many helpers. I didn't have to try to hold Kade in one arm and put up the tent with the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcG6rCnSI/AAAAAAAABbw/TOUh6dDVcXA/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcG6rCnSI/AAAAAAAABbw/TOUh6dDVcXA/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOb8dRvhyI/AAAAAAAABbo/G02vC9GocVQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOb8dRvhyI/AAAAAAAABbo/G02vC9GocVQ/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcQd7xwPI/AAAAAAAABb4/6NVSzeZmqxU/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcQd7xwPI/AAAAAAAABb4/6NVSzeZmqxU/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought Kade was going to be hyper on the boat like he is on Nate's fishing boat. But it was just the opposite. He just relaxed and cuddled in. We took him on the early morning ski and he even slept through most of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcbOtBVzI/AAAAAAAABcA/NoumDsTK8Xo/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcbOtBVzI/AAAAAAAABcA/NoumDsTK8Xo/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade was obsessed with Dylan the whole time. He would try to tackle him and give him kisses. By the end of the trip they actually became little buddies and even held each others hands in their car seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcvUm-B8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/frF21p9olsw/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOcvUm-B8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/frF21p9olsw/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess Kade loved the taste of sand because he ate it by the handfuls..yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOexnccIkI/AAAAAAAABcw/ug1Q68ejtDY/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOexnccIkI/AAAAAAAABcw/ug1Q68ejtDY/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loving to sit by the fire with Uncle Mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOfiHHP99I/AAAAAAAABdI/CrehmN55zJk/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOfiHHP99I/AAAAAAAABdI/CrehmN55zJk/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOc5Ign9ZI/AAAAAAAABcY/IPg3aCK_UDc/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOc5Ign9ZI/AAAAAAAABcY/IPg3aCK_UDc/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to stay a few more days at my parents after Bear Lake. We crammed it with as much family stuff as possible while we were there. I really am bummed that I didn't take more pics. We went to the Aquarium, Jump on it Kids Gym, The Real Salt Lake Soccer game, the boys did a lot of fishing, the girls got to have some craft nights, we got to visit my Grandparents and have a BBQ with them, and we got Mark and Nat all packed up and off to Hawaii for their school. We got to spend an evening in Ogden with Nate's older brother and his family. It was great to see&amp;nbsp;them and how grown up our nieces and nephews have gotten.&amp;nbsp;Nate's B-day was also while we were up there. We had a great day with my family and then my parents babysat so Nate and I could go on a hot date!&amp;nbsp; My parents spoiled him with money to spend at Cabellas and Nate got&amp;nbsp;a new fishing reel and rod combo, some other random fishin stuff (I let him pick out all of that business), but I got to do the fun shopping and got him new clothes. And yes, he will probably kill me that I didn't let him throw a hat on or fix his hair before breakfast and pictures...who wants cold breakfast? I dig the bangs, swoopty thingy ha ha. Our Utah trips always go by way to fast. We didn't get to do much with friends after all the fun family events. It is amazing how when you grow up how much your families mean to you. I know I really miss everyone when we are in Arizona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOdD66IO-I/AAAAAAAABcg/DYsN-bj-GKY/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOdD66IO-I/AAAAAAAABcg/DYsN-bj-GKY/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOdJ3eNZbI/AAAAAAAABco/XgjNDCGnKO4/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOdJ3eNZbI/AAAAAAAABco/XgjNDCGnKO4/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE you NATE! HaPpY BiRtHdAy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6169242527226803225?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6169242527226803225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6169242527226803225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6169242527226803225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6169242527226803225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-doubt-it.html' title='I doubt it...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TGOfXl-WvqI/AAAAAAAABdA/Pe8dHgABTUI/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-7077421474930986385</id><published>2010-07-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:05:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Trip Part 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, these posts are all out of order. For your blogging enjoyment I have posted 4 updates tonight. Starting with the 4th of July and so on. Even if you don't feel like looking through and reading all my nonsense. I would at least recommend you scroll down to the 4th post. The picture of Kade eating that pickle is epic :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my mom and her sisters have a girls week. They let the daughters tag along which is nice because I don't have any sisters. I was glad my cousin Emily and her Kids got to go too. So the other 3 posts are about or St. George Trip...and then my random, impromptu, one day trip to West Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPV09PSU6I/AAAAAAAABaY/ZfekdZOwL1U/s1600/2010-07-148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPV09PSU6I/AAAAAAAABaY/ZfekdZOwL1U/s400/2010-07-148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My dad had a softball game the night I was there. I LOVE watching softball games. There team is fun to watch because there is a lot of my friends' dads on the team, and my uncle David. I have to give a shout out to my dad who has been working out a lot this year and focused on healthy eating. He has lost a ton of weight and looks like a young man and not a grandpa! Kade got to stay up really late and throw balls with Grandpa. I am pretty sure they both loved it.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and it wouldn't be a Davis outing without the 2 boys in matching outfits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPV1fS_x8I/AAAAAAAABag/_UAbWW3TKAM/s1600/2010-07-149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPV1fS_x8I/AAAAAAAABag/_UAbWW3TKAM/s400/2010-07-149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kade talking to his daddy on the phone. He loves to be big and put cell phones by his ear and jabber. Nate missed Kade so much. While we were gone Kade started throwing balls like a MLB pitcher, standing for more seconds without holding on to anything, pointing at everyone he sees, and stopped his cute army crawl. Because there wasn't tile in any of the houses Kade didn't have to slither like a little snake. I am kinda sad that he just uses his big boy crawl now. He used to do both but I always loved the slither best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-7077421474930986385?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/7077421474930986385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=7077421474930986385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/7077421474930986385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/7077421474930986385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-trip-part-3.html' title='Girls Trip Part 3...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPV09PSU6I/AAAAAAAABaY/ZfekdZOwL1U/s72-c/2010-07-148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5713642275131087770</id><published>2010-07-18T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:33:33.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilrs Trip Part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwAjx3hI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NeHZ1uMHCKs/s1600/2010-07-144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwAjx3hI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NeHZ1uMHCKs/s400/2010-07-144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I was really glad I was able to get together with Jalene and Kilee! Of course we hit up my favorite place, The Pizza Factory. I was sad I didn't get to see more friends while I was there. I didn't have a car because Kathy and Heidi had to go to SLC, so they dropped me off in ST. G on their way. Another thing is little Kader got a hold of my phone was somehow was able to erase my contacts that where only saved to my phone memory. I finally get to Utah, and half way into my trip I loose most my contacts...dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwo2sQlI/AAAAAAAABaA/zpdbMX8eqOk/s1600/2010-07-145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwo2sQlI/AAAAAAAABaA/zpdbMX8eqOk/s400/2010-07-145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My animal loving son. He surely got this trait from his Grandma Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwwvAKYI/AAAAAAAABaI/Sc2sRWsEgH4/s1600/2010-07-146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwwvAKYI/AAAAAAAABaI/Sc2sRWsEgH4/s400/2010-07-146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My St. George trip turned into a one day in West Jordan trip too! Kathy needed to stay in SLC longer than she thought. So I decided to drive my mom in her car to WJ so that I could see my Dad and other family. I am so glad that I did. My mom, Brandi, and I took the boys to Thanksgiving Point. We got a workout chasing Dylan around and making sure Kade didn't crawl into the cows pasture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTxPwNUuI/AAAAAAAABaQ/y5nFzep7i7w/s1600/2010-07-147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTxPwNUuI/AAAAAAAABaQ/y5nFzep7i7w/s400/2010-07-147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-5713642275131087770?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5713642275131087770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5713642275131087770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5713642275131087770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5713642275131087770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/07/gilrs-trip-part-2.html' title='Gilrs Trip Part 2...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPTwAjx3hI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NeHZ1uMHCKs/s72-c/2010-07-144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5561632938038581134</id><published>2010-07-18T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:57:57.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Trip...part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_C6nGuI/AAAAAAAABZY/cB9DBWKJTLc/s1600/2010-07-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_C6nGuI/AAAAAAAABZY/cB9DBWKJTLc/s400/2010-07-14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPbIX0I_CI/AAAAAAAABbA/HeuvOkMnj3I/s1600/Summer_Vaca_470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPbIX0I_CI/AAAAAAAABbA/HeuvOkMnj3I/s320/Summer_Vaca_470.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st.: Swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's side of the family definitely loves to get their swim on. We swam at least twice a day the whole time I was in St. George. I don't know why I even packed clothes, if I would've have come with just swimsuits and cover ups then I would have been set. Now that is my kind of vaca. Kade loved swiming with cousins Masiey and Gage. They had cool swim toys that they shared with him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_oTFjPI/AAAAAAAABZg/DZoAqBWT5C4/s1600/2010-07-141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_oTFjPI/AAAAAAAABZg/DZoAqBWT5C4/s400/2010-07-141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd: Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing my family can't get enough of is games. Each of the girls was in charge of a game and a treat. We would play a morning tournament for prizes. And then after&amp;nbsp;dinner/BBQ's we would play an evening game. My mom cracks me up because she is truly more happy when the other team wins. She doesn't want anyone to feel bad. Well some of her sisters are more like me and want to win at all costs. This combo sure made for some funny game nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_0ziDxI/AAAAAAAABZo/UQgIiHzVcwE/s1600/2010-07-142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_0ziDxI/AAAAAAAABZo/UQgIiHzVcwE/s400/2010-07-142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd: Pictures, Pictures, and more Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not pick which of the 5 billion pictures I took on this trip to blog about. So that is why there are so many collages&amp;nbsp; cause I can fit a few more in. Kade was a gem this whole trip. He loves to be around people and he was surrounded my cousins, aunts, and grandmas the whole time. He is such a social baby and I am glad he likes to be around people so much. Pretty sure I am the luckiest mom on earth for getting the cutest/coolest baby ever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPRAQz6L1I/AAAAAAAABZw/zHsBM04Fp9U/s1600/2010-07-143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPRAQz6L1I/AAAAAAAABZw/zHsBM04Fp9U/s400/2010-07-143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPagKF2ZYI/AAAAAAAABao/mV_NJvH0TKE/s1600/Summer_Vaca_559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPagKF2ZYI/AAAAAAAABao/mV_NJvH0TKE/s320/Summer_Vaca_559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love Kaders little point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPajp8J9NI/AAAAAAAABaw/KIw_VLdldAE/s1600/Summer_Vaca_520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPajp8J9NI/AAAAAAAABaw/KIw_VLdldAE/s320/Summer_Vaca_520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole group. Emily did a great job at putting the camera on the ladder and running to get in the timed shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPanMqb8CI/AAAAAAAABa4/ftUNcGILOZQ/s1600/Summer_Vaca_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPanMqb8CI/AAAAAAAABa4/ftUNcGILOZQ/s320/Summer_Vaca_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-5561632938038581134?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5561632938038581134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5561632938038581134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5561632938038581134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5561632938038581134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-trippart-1.html' title='Girls Trip...part 1'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPQ_C6nGuI/AAAAAAAABZY/cB9DBWKJTLc/s72-c/2010-07-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2006767226551897100</id><published>2010-07-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:11:57.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNjGgyIxI/AAAAAAAABY4/dv0NYEyI4pU/s1600/2010-07-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNjGgyIxI/AAAAAAAABY4/dv0NYEyI4pU/s400/2010-07-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went on a camping trip to Lake Mary for the 4th with the Sager Fam. What is camping without eating&amp;nbsp; some good grub??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNjtLnONI/AAAAAAAABZA/YM8G3bDCPIs/s1600/2010-07-111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNjtLnONI/AAAAAAAABZA/YM8G3bDCPIs/s400/2010-07-111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our tents where right on the Lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNkCDQ6DI/AAAAAAAABZI/KMXSHGK1wrU/s1600/2010-07-112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNkCDQ6DI/AAAAAAAABZI/KMXSHGK1wrU/s400/2010-07-112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;We went in to a small town called Mormon Lake that was only about 10 min away. This town rocks, it is TINY and everyone comes there with their RV's and trailers to camp, rodeo, and get their parade on. The parade had a lot of spirit. For some reason rednecks really LOVE there 4th (I guess that makes me a redneck cause the 4th is like my second favorite holiday). They had a cute petting zoo, which of course Kade could not get enough of. The parade was so funny because every time a float came by with balloons Kade would start jumping and get SOOOO excited. Then the float would slowly pass us by and Kade would start screaming because he was so sad he didn't get a balloon. He is a big fan of balloons lately...super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPPwiBTDII/AAAAAAAABZQ/wGhtRML3I_k/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPPwiBTDII/AAAAAAAABZQ/wGhtRML3I_k/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade loves his Grandpas so much. I think it's because Grandpas get the jobs of playing with the babies, and Grandmas get to play too....but they usually are helping change the diapers, and make them eat. Sky Dog is Kade's best friend too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2006767226551897100?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2006767226551897100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2006767226551897100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2006767226551897100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2006767226551897100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TEPNjGgyIxI/AAAAAAAABY4/dv0NYEyI4pU/s72-c/2010-07-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4745497894163308332</id><published>2010-06-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:32:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some whine with that cheese..</title><content type='html'>So I probably shouldn't be allowed to blog after a frustrating day, I just read back my last post and I pretty much whined through the whole thing. Sorry! I would take a hard day with Kade over a million amazing days without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4745497894163308332?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4745497894163308332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4745497894163308332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4745497894163308332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4745497894163308332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-whine-with-that-cheese.html' title='Some whine with that cheese..'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1885536133840715650</id><published>2010-06-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:24:00.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>Kade has always been a jabber mouth, but he has recently discovered he can scream. Not cry, just yell. And yell. And yell. He yells while he plays with toys,in the car, all through church (oh I got my first diry look in Relief Society last week. I think some women forgot what it was like to have kids not old enough for nursery, but too old to sit on your lap quietly. I guess she didn't think his yell is as cute as I think it is.) It's not always a mad yell....most of the time it is a happy yell. I think he just loves to hear the sound of his voice. We pretty much have to be gone most of the days because Nate has to sleep during the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also, I need a little nap help. (yes, again) Kade thinks he only needs one nap a day. It's fine by me but he just gets sooo tired and grumpy in the afternoon. I put him down every afternoon and he will not go to sleep for the life of him. He will stand and yell in his crib for 45 min even. He will be rubbing his eyes and I can tell he is pooped but no nap. Hmmmmm. Is this normal? Should I keep trying to put him down in the afternoon? Some good news is we finally found a sippy cup that he likes! It's so funny that he won't use any other brand and throws it if I try. The kicker is he will only drink water from the sippy. I have given him juice and Gatorade from a cup and he loves it....try to put it in the sippy and he throws it. He is also going through this OCD eating stage where he will not touch food. He just opens his mouth and puts his hands to the side for me to give him every bite. He sometimes will tentatively put his finger out to touch the food and then he gets a creeped out look on his face and removes his hand as fast as he can. It cracks me up. Feeding takes so long because he still won't drink a bottle and now won't even feed himself crackers. I am bad and take him to get french fries at Wendy's for lunch just about every day. He loves them (yes, he won't even touch his finger to a fry) I figure fries can make me fat so we may as well see if it works for my little guy! Sometimes I think if babies didn't have to eat or sleep I would have 12 of them :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I hope this post doesn't sound negative. I just get worried that I am not doing it right and I want whats best for my little man. I made the mistake of peeking online about how much they are "supposed" to be eating and sleeping at this age. I went months without looking online or reading any books until this whole "I don't want to nap or eat" stage. I guess it's good to blog this stuff so one day Kade can read it and he will find out that parents don't know what they are doing all the time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On the postivite note we have a lot to look forward to this next month.We are going camping over the 4th with Nate's fam. I will be back for one day just in enough time to unpack and pack for St. George Mother Daughter weekend with my mom, her sisters and their daughters. Then back to AZ for a few days to unpack, pack, pick up Nate, and then head up to SLC and camp with my fam at Bear Lake. I am SOOO looking forward to being around family and friends. Sure beats being home alone so much with Nate sleeping days and working nights. Kade can't wait to see everyone too! 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I love Mothers and Fathers day because it causes you to reflect on your parents and how much they mean to you. I will always be a daddy's girl. I loved being his only daughter and I always strived to make him proud of me. I look up to my dad so very much. As you can see I have taken on his hobbies and he has influenced me greatly in my life. My dad is one of the most selfless people I have ever met. He never complains, he always puts his family and the Lord first in his life. I owe most my entire soccer career to my parents. My dad would drive me to endless soccer practices and games around the valley. He would drive me across the country for tournaments and was my best supporter. I am so glad that my dad helped me get into marathon running with him. We share this passion together and have made many memories on the road together. He literally had to drag my butt through the finish line a few times. Dad, these are&amp;nbsp;a list of other things I am so grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;*Taking me to&amp;nbsp;hundreds of Dodger games&lt;br /&gt;*Supporting me through college and pushing me to be successful&lt;br /&gt;*Coming to all my games&lt;br /&gt;*Teaching me at a young age to love BYU sports and to loathe the U&lt;br /&gt;*Watching funny movies and quoting them over and over&lt;br /&gt;*Teaching me to water ski&lt;br /&gt;*Holding the priesthood and teaching me to choose the right&lt;br /&gt;*Turning me into a little tomboy that is obsessed with sports&lt;br /&gt;*Taking us to the beach all the time when we lived in CA&lt;br /&gt;*For working hard to support our family&lt;br /&gt;*Fulfilling your church callings&lt;br /&gt;*Always remembering to play my birthday song on my day every year&lt;br /&gt;*Being a great grandpa to Kade and Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8GPsbSDVI/AAAAAAAABYI/kv55nsQjWxM/s1600/2010-03-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8GPsbSDVI/AAAAAAAABYI/kv55nsQjWxM/s400/2010-03-07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor husband has had some big shoes to fill. When we first got married and anything came up I automatically would want to call my dad. Nate has had to teach me that he knows a thing or two himself...but I still like to double check with my old man :) I also want to give a shout out to my Grandpas. They were both great Fathers and raised my parents well. My Grandpa Davis and Dad are so much alike and I love them both so much. Also &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for my father in law, Greg. He's always willing to help us and I am glad that they live in AZ so I can get to know Nate's family better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am glad that he taught Nate to love fishing so that Nate can teach our boys. Greg is a great spiritual example to us as well. I know a lot of friends and family who's fathers aren't with them today and I am so grateful for the knowledge we have that we can be with them again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8GmaLXpzI/AAAAAAAABYQ/v-QE6lthals/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8GmaLXpzI/AAAAAAAABYQ/v-QE6lthals/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now Nathans turn. Happy First Fathers Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I am the biggest hoax of a wife. I bought him stuff to make breakfast this morning but we have 8 o'clock church and I didn't get my bum in gear fast enough this morning. While he showered for church I snuck back into bed. He had to change Kade's diaper and get him all ready instead of getting breakfast in bed! Me and Kade did get him some nice presents and had a yummy&amp;nbsp;dinner with at Nate's parents. I just can't get enough of Kade's face in these pictures. He was so happy to help daddy open his presents. Kade already looks up to Nate so much. Nate lets him sit on his lap when he fishes and Kade can't get enough of it. I am so glad for Nate's medical knowledge to help me with our son. Nate is half asleep in these pics because he has been working the past 3 nights.&amp;nbsp;I am grateful for his sacrifice to work the night shift so that I can be at home with our son. Thank you for being an amazing dad already and I look forward to our years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8Gx-deMwI/AAAAAAAABYY/GcKGjZX29OA/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8Gx-deMwI/AAAAAAAABYY/GcKGjZX29OA/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8G88rCcmI/AAAAAAAABYg/uHDgeOq5jTs/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8G88rCcmI/AAAAAAAABYg/uHDgeOq5jTs/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8672627204129871165?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8672627204129871165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8672627204129871165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8672627204129871165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8672627204129871165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/06/papanya.html' title='Papanya'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TB8GPK21CHI/AAAAAAAABYA/zgfut7fjoSk/s72-c/Summer+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5177172416474803746</id><published>2010-06-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:06:24.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tener!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been so busy lately that I have been neglecting my blog…NOT! I have been in a bit of a social funk this past month. We have done lots with our lil family of three….but I think it’s been a forever since we’ve done stuff with friends or had anyone come over. My house is a disaster and motherhood really kicks my butt sometimes. I LOVE being a mom, just DON’T LOVE being a housewife&amp;nbsp;:). When I have lots of time on my hands I tend to waste tons of it. I think I do a lot better when I have a set schedule and I for some reason get lots more accomplished the busier I am. So sorry to friends in family if I have been a hermit lately...I am thinking I might come out of my cave soon. Like maybe when the world cup is over and I don’t watch game after game when Kade naps…or when it’s not 100 degrees outside every day. I am looking for a part time job where I only have to work less than 20 hrs a week, no holidays, or weekends (uh, does that exists???)just something to get me out of the house a little bit, but not where I have to miss out on too much with my little man. Hopefully I can get into coaching soccer again or even just a church calling (never thought I would ask for one of those).&amp;nbsp; So anyways, this is a bit of a update of what we've been doing in good ole AZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUYB4nQlI/AAAAAAAABV0/VStR7wDXh54/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUYB4nQlI/AAAAAAAABV0/VStR7wDXh54/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade's last day of swim lessons is tomorrow. I have had a blast doing this with him! He mostly just likes to wave and laugh at the other kids and could care less about the swimming part. I had Nate be the bad guy when it was time to learn to go underwater. Kade hated that part! So mommy was the good guy and let him keep one of the toys out of the swim lessons bucket. Don't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUjtzyDHI/AAAAAAAABV8/E3xgNspTj_k/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUjtzyDHI/AAAAAAAABV8/E3xgNspTj_k/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only way we can convince him to jump off the side is to show him a toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmTDIrCz1I/AAAAAAAABVM/1PdiAA92-Sw/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmTDIrCz1I/AAAAAAAABVM/1PdiAA92-Sw/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course we've been fishing. We go at least once a week because Kade is starting to really like it now.&amp;nbsp; He can't get enough of patting the fish and giggling at them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmU4TSiijI/AAAAAAAABWM/mloPAutcOqo/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmU4TSiijI/AAAAAAAABWM/mloPAutcOqo/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmS4s1E0yI/AAAAAAAABVE/Am2yX35Ps7I/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmS4s1E0yI/AAAAAAAABVE/Am2yX35Ps7I/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10 MONTHS!!!! Kade just turned 10 months yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmTlXSDtCI/AAAAAAAABVU/YLxx7318T3Y/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmTlXSDtCI/AAAAAAAABVU/YLxx7318T3Y/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That darn black monkey is Kade's best friend in the whole world. It is like his Linus blanket. I kid you not it goes EVERYWHERE with him. It cracks us up and is the cutest thing in the world to see him so attached to it. He puts himself to sleep by patting it on his face. We can't take a single car ride without it, and he drags it around the house with him. Kade hates blankets. I try to tuck him in at night and he kicks it right off. He doesn't want the blanket to even touch him....why would he need a blanket for comfort when he has his monk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmT2RqzNhI/AAAAAAAABVc/XkgsrTVGQkk/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmT2RqzNhI/AAAAAAAABVc/XkgsrTVGQkk/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is by far is favorite toy yet. He uses it as a walker and pushes it around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUB6CLpfI/AAAAAAAABVk/B6cUb4iQpvs/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUB6CLpfI/AAAAAAAABVk/B6cUb4iQpvs/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Project Fattening up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His doctor really wants me to try to fatten up this boy. At 9 months he went down to the 3rd percentile for weight. Don't worry we are now at the 94th percentile for head though :0. And then the 6th for height which can be expected for a family of shorties. He still will not take a bottle at all. He is getting better at a sippy cup but won't drink anything out of it besides water. Whole milk? nope. Chocolate milk? no. All different juice? no way. Formula? not on your life. Also, he is really not interested in nursing more than twice a day. So I have been putting formula into everything he eats to try to add more calories. He's not a big fan of the taste but it mixes okay into the yogurt and fruit. Feedings are like war because he would love to just eat cookies instead. Can't say I blame him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmcre-rmvI/AAAAAAAABWc/gHm8X8RMfbc/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmcre-rmvI/AAAAAAAABWc/gHm8X8RMfbc/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really am loving this stage and get such joy in watching him learn and grow. Every time he waves he makes me smile. I love watching him explore and destroy my house. He gets so excited with books now and kisses the babies in them. Nate doesn't like when he kisses the boy babies :) He loves other kids so much. The ladies in Relief Society watch him crawl around every where and get into everything and they say I am in for it with him. One older lady was watching him interact with the other babies and said he was the ring leader of the group. He is my busy boy for sure but I am glad he keeps me on my toes. We love you little Kader!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUtK8jhLI/AAAAAAAABWE/o9hXO9KsHUQ/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUtK8jhLI/AAAAAAAABWE/o9hXO9KsHUQ/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-5177172416474803746?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5177172416474803746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5177172416474803746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5177172416474803746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5177172416474803746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/06/tener.html' title='Tener!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TBmUYB4nQlI/AAAAAAAABV0/VStR7wDXh54/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2602629421630104375</id><published>2010-05-28T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:50:44.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gubba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABHG2sGr4I/AAAAAAAABU8/UbTtht0YppU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABHG2sGr4I/AAAAAAAABU8/UbTtht0YppU/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my little Kader Bug soooo stinkin much! He has been quite the stinker lately. He learned how to throw tantrums. He will squeeze his fist together tight and grunt as loud as he can. It makes me laugh somedays and makes me want to pull my hair out other days :) Because he can stand now, he pulls himself up to everything possible and wants to knock everything over. I have tons of baby toys from all my yard selling and he wants nothing to do with them. But he does want everything to do with what is in the closets and pantry! I love this little explorer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABG7fFW65I/AAAAAAAABU0/8hS7ZTsukaw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABG7fFW65I/AAAAAAAABU0/8hS7ZTsukaw/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABGxQ9hgQI/AAAAAAAABUs/REZe44yTmYU/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABGxQ9hgQI/AAAAAAAABUs/REZe44yTmYU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama loves you so much buddie! Don't know what we would do without you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2e14f302a36672e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2e14f302a36672e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452753%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D656F4DFC45ACC1960AAC309B56EB39B5C0147733.854CEF182814F57D6268DBAA80083D7F57FB1235%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2e14f302a36672e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsYmSMOFRBmriwlRDi43_ohACfsE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2e14f302a36672e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452753%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D656F4DFC45ACC1960AAC309B56EB39B5C0147733.854CEF182814F57D6268DBAA80083D7F57FB1235%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2e14f302a36672e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsYmSMOFRBmriwlRDi43_ohACfsE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2602629421630104375?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2602629421630104375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2602629421630104375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2602629421630104375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2602629421630104375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/gubba.html' title='Gubba'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/TABHG2sGr4I/AAAAAAAABU8/UbTtht0YppU/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6529268469613800374</id><published>2010-05-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:03:50.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYbKrw8gI/AAAAAAAABS0/X9ihfD5BUL4/s1600/2010-05-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYbKrw8gI/AAAAAAAABS0/X9ihfD5BUL4/s400/2010-05-17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego Trip!!! So beautiful! Nate's lil bro Adam just transfered to Camp Pendalton in San Diego for the Navy.&amp;nbsp;So the Sager fam decided to drop him off and have a little vacation. We rented a beach house that was RIGHT on the beach. No other buildings were behind us...just beach! The weather felt pretty cool&amp;nbsp;for all of&amp;nbsp;us AZ folk but it was so nice to get to spend a whole week with Nate and do some fun things with Adam, Heidi, and Grandpa and Nana. The Condo also had a pool and hot tub. We had a great time. There are a ton of collages cause I took a billion pics and these are just a few that I wanted to blog. I couldn't figure out how to put all the collages on one post, so it's 3 different parts sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nevrHCPVI/AAAAAAAABUM/u_v9pY-Nocg/s1600/119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nevrHCPVI/AAAAAAAABUM/u_v9pY-Nocg/s400/119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A pic of The city. We went to Sea Port Villiage and Coranado to some cool shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYbkEL22I/AAAAAAAABS8/EZNE629ZXa0/s1600/2010-05-171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYbkEL22I/AAAAAAAABS8/EZNE629ZXa0/s400/2010-05-171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my Bday when we were up there. I woke up to ballons all over the condo and a nice breakfast. The Condo was nice cause we all had our own rooms. Littel Kader isn't a fan of the pack-n-play so we didn't get much sleep on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYcGOhHNI/AAAAAAAABTE/emXmhjNN45Y/s1600/2010-05-172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYcGOhHNI/AAAAAAAABTE/emXmhjNN45Y/s400/2010-05-172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED watching my little guy play on the beach. He was so much fun to play with and couldn't get enough of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYcd1t_zI/AAAAAAAABTM/rwzR8S4C0PA/s1600/2010-05-173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYcd1t_zI/AAAAAAAABTM/rwzR8S4C0PA/s400/2010-05-173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to cheescake facorty for my Bday dinner. I love the pic of Kade giving Grandpa Sager a hug. He loves his Grandpas and Grandmas..probablly because they sneak him the yummy stuff! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6529268469613800374?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6529268469613800374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6529268469613800374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6529268469613800374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6529268469613800374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nYbKrw8gI/AAAAAAAABS0/X9ihfD5BUL4/s72-c/2010-05-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-1409106483100042232</id><published>2010-05-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:56:58.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nY_8TLlsI/AAAAAAAABTU/AWNh58aeoh8/s1600/2010-05-174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nY_8TLlsI/AAAAAAAABTU/AWNh58aeoh8/s400/2010-05-174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were at the Midway Navy ship. It was cool to take the tour and learn more about this piece of history. I guess this battle ship was used in World War II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nZAZjSoEI/AAAAAAAABTc/kyA8MrJk6iY/s1600/2010-05-175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nZAZjSoEI/AAAAAAAABTc/kyA8MrJk6iY/s400/2010-05-175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boogie boardin boys...Kade wished he could join them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nZAr1-I2I/AAAAAAAABTk/Zxmxb1E4O2I/s1600/2010-05-176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nZAr1-I2I/AAAAAAAABTk/Zxmxb1E4O2I/s400/2010-05-176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe Kade has a Hitler stash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nZA5MsecI/AAAAAAAABTs/YyLkhIXDRz8/s1600/2010-05-177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nZA5MsecI/AAAAAAAABTs/YyLkhIXDRz8/s400/2010-05-177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-1409106483100042232?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/1409106483100042232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=1409106483100042232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1409106483100042232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/1409106483100042232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-2.html' title='part 2..'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nY_8TLlsI/AAAAAAAABTU/AWNh58aeoh8/s72-c/2010-05-174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8237299629640790149</id><published>2010-05-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:54:37.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 3..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nbT-sPBGI/AAAAAAAABT8/3q2H_t3IUxA/s1600/2010-05-178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nbT-sPBGI/AAAAAAAABT8/3q2H_t3IUxA/s400/2010-05-178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a huge Zoo person because I have never liked animals. I am sure it will get more fun when my kids like them. Kade loves animals so far, but he didn't like just looking at them cause he had no idea what they were...the petting Zoo was a whole nother story! HE LOVED THE GOATS! This was the highlight of the whole Zoo day for me. He laughed so hard the whole time. And his mom didn't see the sign that said don't ride the goats...oppsy! :) Check out spike the top left corner...he was Kade's fav because the both have a little spike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nbUdo1KII/AAAAAAAABUE/wuAZMlpqLjg/s1600/2010-05-179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nbUdo1KII/AAAAAAAABUE/wuAZMlpqLjg/s400/2010-05-179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night we were there I met a really cool bum on the beach. He was telling me how at this time every year this little fish come up to the shore by the thousands to lay their eggs. The come up with the tide and burrow done to lay the eggs. At first I thought this guy was pulling my leg, but he said to come outside at 11pm to check it out. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen! These fish were just flopping around everywhere on the sand. There were tons of people outside grabbing them with buckets to fry them up...I would have to pass on eating them, but they were sure fun to kick! I brought the friendly homeless man a huge plate of dinner to thank him for telling us about this cool fish thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8237299629640790149?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8237299629640790149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8237299629640790149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8237299629640790149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8237299629640790149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-not-huge-zoo-person-because-i-have.html' title='part 3..'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_nbT-sPBGI/AAAAAAAABT8/3q2H_t3IUxA/s72-c/2010-05-178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5491783303714204911</id><published>2010-05-17T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:41:12.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me out of here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_GpOSpqSEI/AAAAAAAABRU/lpf1SuB7w-U/s1600/140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_GpOSpqSEI/AAAAAAAABRU/lpf1SuB7w-U/s400/140.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom, stop taking pictures of me and get me out of this crib!" This little boy is always standing to greet me after his naps. It was so funny when I first went in there to see him standing. I am afraid I will go in one day and he will have jumped out to get to his toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-5491783303714204911?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5491783303714204911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5491783303714204911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5491783303714204911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5491783303714204911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-me-out-of-here.html' title='Get me out of here!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S_GpOSpqSEI/AAAAAAAABRU/lpf1SuB7w-U/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-495809254864036482</id><published>2010-05-10T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:35:06.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hc1JMrozI/AAAAAAAABRE/6s4y4muf-E0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hc1JMrozI/AAAAAAAABRE/6s4y4muf-E0/s320/011.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went fishing over the weekend which isn't a big surprise. This was definitely our best trip yet because we went in the early evening and Kade is learning that he is bound to love to fish weather he likes it or not :). We had so much fun on this trip! Although Kade&amp;nbsp;wasn't too happy at not being aloud to crawl around the boat, but I don't think any little boys really like to just sit still on mamas lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hbyAcy81I/AAAAAAAABQU/pRQaM2NScoo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hbyAcy81I/AAAAAAAABQU/pRQaM2NScoo/s320/010.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy! Nate caught the smallest large mouth bass that we have EVER seen. It was so cute and Kade LOVED it. He wanted it to be his pet and the pour fish probably went blind from Kade sticking his little fingers in it's eyes. Kade, where did you learn that it's okay to eat fish before you cook them???!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcOG81SFI/AAAAAAAABQk/vYCOwbLECo8/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcOG81SFI/AAAAAAAABQk/vYCOwbLECo8/s320/019.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcEu2njMI/AAAAAAAABQc/3JBbmdqCLZE/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcEu2njMI/AAAAAAAABQc/3JBbmdqCLZE/s320/015.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though we fish a lot I had to post this trip because I haven't fished in a long time on our trips. I usually just read, lay out, and entertain my little man. This time I actually casted my line for a bit. I was so excited to catch a bass. I forgot that I kinda like to fish! Nobody tell Nate though cause I don't want him to think that we need to go more than once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcrjCGLZI/AAAAAAAABQ8/4eEM2leAqXA/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcrjCGLZI/AAAAAAAABQ8/4eEM2leAqXA/s320/017.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look like a total dork holding it. They make me nervous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcYt4ZQkI/AAAAAAAABQs/f-x50CyAFYo/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hcYt4ZQkI/AAAAAAAABQs/f-x50CyAFYo/s320/012.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nate totally out fished me and caught a ton this trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hdZQws8II/AAAAAAAABRM/RcHjB-sUgcg/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hdZQws8II/AAAAAAAABRM/RcHjB-sUgcg/s320/008.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say cheese! I LOVE YOU KADE!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-495809254864036482?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/495809254864036482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=495809254864036482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/495809254864036482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/495809254864036482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S-hc1JMrozI/AAAAAAAABRE/6s4y4muf-E0/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8749960445222892042</id><published>2010-05-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:45:01.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D1RkOOzI/AAAAAAAABP0/uuxHWsnKv9Y/s1600/2010-04-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D1RkOOzI/AAAAAAAABP0/uuxHWsnKv9Y/s400/2010-04-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;How am I so lucky to be this little man's mother. He is the cutest little nugget ever and I just love him SOOO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D1-QppOI/AAAAAAAABP8/C3Rr8iEEO9M/s400/2010-04-301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate's friend from West Jordan came to visit last weekend. Kipp and his girlfriend joined us on some fishing adventures. Nate and Kipp are like two peas in a pod. They are both obsessed with fishing. It was GREAT having someone entertain my husband while I sat and laid out on the shore and played with Kade. Kipp and Nate have the same since of humor and oddly enough they both have this fascination with gold panning. Yes, REALLY weird... I know! We went to the Haunted Gold Town for a day. I tease Nate about it cause he has a pick and a gold pan. He wants to get a medal detector and I think it's the weirdest thing he could ever want. I am glad that Kipp can go pan for gold with him because there is no way I am doing that :) I wouldn't mind him coming home with some though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D2ajnHRI/AAAAAAAABQE/5NCAbgAInXM/s1600/2010-04-302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D2ajnHRI/AAAAAAAABQE/5NCAbgAInXM/s400/2010-04-302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It's hard to tell which one is Nate and which one is Kipp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D2pOt6EI/AAAAAAAABQM/rB-xG9a4O0g/s1600/2010-05-021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D2pOt6EI/AAAAAAAABQM/rB-xG9a4O0g/s400/2010-05-021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;His smile just melts my heart. I was laying in bed the other night and I had to wake up Nate to tell him something I came to realize. I am a SMOTHER-er. And I am sure it is only going to get worse. I smother this little guy cause I don't want to miss one thing he does. I watch every little thing he does and think it's the greatest  ever. Poor kid can't even play in his room with his toys without me trying to do every little thing with him. Sorry Kade, I'll try to back off when you are a teenager but I am not promising anything!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8749960445222892042?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8749960445222892042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8749960445222892042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8749960445222892042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8749960445222892042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/05/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S99D1RkOOzI/AAAAAAAABP0/uuxHWsnKv9Y/s72-c/2010-04-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5522101631253182925</id><published>2010-04-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:39:48.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kader is 8 months old. WHAT??? This little character is the love of my life. We are sleeping now!!! It makes everything so much easier and we are both a lot happier. Third try a charm on his acid medicine and this new one seems to work the best! I am enjoying motherhood right now so much. I think the fact that Kade is sleeping better helps. Days that I am not subbing I don't get anything done around my house, I hardely ever know where my phone is, but I sure do love to love on my little guy. He is SOOOOO much fun. Every little thing he does is just thrilling to me. I love to watch him play with his toys and discover the world around him. His personality is so funny to me. He is a HAM for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Kade at 8 months:&lt;br /&gt;* We love to play outside and at the park. Kade decided to eat leaves the other day and choked on them. He wasn't breathing and it was so scary. Luckily Nate was out with us and did the Heimlich (SP?) on him and he threw them all up.&lt;br /&gt;*We do story time a few times a week at the library and even if Kade is tired before we go he always perks right up when we get there.&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to swim, just doesn't like his life vest&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to play his keyboard toy...well basically likes all toys and stuffed animals. He sleeps with the same stuffed monkey every night.&lt;br /&gt;* Likes to eat anything and everything he can get his paws on. Especially his baby cookies, and yogurt puffs. The only baby food he doesn't like is sweet potatoes and carrots.&lt;br /&gt;* He likes to climb into our entertainment center and mess with the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; player&lt;br /&gt;* He thinks baskets exists just to be tipped over&lt;br /&gt;* He loves to snuggle with me and to be held. I love this part too. He is definitely in the "Mommy" stage&lt;br /&gt;* Kade loves the high chairs at restaurants, for some reason they are way cooler than his at home.&lt;br /&gt;* His favorite books right now are ones with pictures of other babies in them.&lt;br /&gt;* He loves his running stroller and bike trailer so he can look around at things&lt;br /&gt;* He is a binki boy. He no longer will take a bottle at all and even refuses a sippy cup. When I sub he just refuses to drink anything.&lt;br /&gt;* He scrunches up his nose and does this funny sniff sniff thing when he laughs. It darn well might be the cutest thing anyone could ever see.&lt;br /&gt;* He is the biggest blessing to mine and Nate's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vaqH8My1I/AAAAAAAABOk/z5rTs2f3hOc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vaqH8My1I/AAAAAAAABOk/z5rTs2f3hOc/s320/017.JPG" wt="true" /&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbwJ_fr9I/AAAAAAAABPM/yXL6k4L6IKQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbwJ_fr9I/AAAAAAAABPM/yXL6k4L6IKQ/s320/007.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vabP88O7I/AAAAAAAABOc/rra-098n8NY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vabP88O7I/AAAAAAAABOc/rra-098n8NY/s320/004.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbGjUeMlI/AAAAAAAABOs/-yVuzkE4HJU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbGjUeMlI/AAAAAAAABOs/-yVuzkE4HJU/s320/016.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbQhzLatI/AAAAAAAABO0/0sK7kRmHIBw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbQhzLatI/AAAAAAAABO0/0sK7kRmHIBw/s320/002.JPG" wt="true" /&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbaqK1FdI/AAAAAAAABO8/znxbRDWhO_I/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vbaqK1FdI/AAAAAAAABO8/znxbRDWhO_I/s320/004.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-5522101631253182925?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5522101631253182925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5522101631253182925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5522101631253182925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5522101631253182925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/04/ocho.html' title='Ocho!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S8vaqH8My1I/AAAAAAAABOk/z5rTs2f3hOc/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-7566155594081643212</id><published>2010-04-05T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:24:49.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Bi-Annual Tourney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qhiulEkJI/AAAAAAAABNU/nsU-rBVtWFI/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qhiulEkJI/AAAAAAAABNU/nsU-rBVtWFI/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Same thing....different day :). When I look through my blog I see that just about every single picture looks the same. The only difference is maybe a different hoodie, or different looking fish. Nate and I try to think of different hobbies but we don't really know what else to do. So I guess bring it on camping! Sometimes looking at blogs is bad for me cause I see all the different stuff other families do and get jealous cause we do the same things all the time. Nate hates when I spend too much time looking at others blogs cause I tell him I need to be a crafter cause every one is so good at&amp;nbsp; it. Or I see peoples cute hair, clean houses, etc... But conference was really good for me this weekend (Oh, easter pics soon to come) I am&amp;nbsp;going to try&amp;nbsp;to just be gratefull for what I have and not worry about what talents I lack. So here are some more pics of another fishing weekend...but I was gald I got to spend it with my family and good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qhr5_7kTI/AAAAAAAABNc/1HqM-Ncr0DE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qhr5_7kTI/AAAAAAAABNc/1HqM-Ncr0DE/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our 2nd Bi-Annual Fishing Tournament with the Greens. We are planning one every fall and spring season. I think we planned it just a little to early because the fish haven't started their spawn quite yet. Every time we go camping I swear that I am not going to do it again until Kade is five. But some how 2 weeks later I must forget and we try again. It's great to get out and spend time with friends. But Kade now has just basically put himself on a schedule. He really likes to get his nap on in his own crib and he gets grumpy without his sleep. I wonder where he got that from? :) He is so squishy and I love that it is cooler at night up there so we can snuggle up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qh3UiY-ZI/AAAAAAAABNk/xr-YXUg_lnE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qh3UiY-ZI/AAAAAAAABNk/xr-YXUg_lnE/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sombs flew down from Vegas to join us and it was great having her their. We call her Auntie cause every time she comes down she as a new toy or outfit for Kade. It's nice having helpers when camping cause Kade is everywhere now.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qh74QpJmI/AAAAAAAABNs/ogpAjQdGe14/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qh74QpJmI/AAAAAAAABNs/ogpAjQdGe14/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys being rough and tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiFQRuroI/AAAAAAAABN0/pOjvJ9AgG4A/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiFQRuroI/AAAAAAAABN0/pOjvJ9AgG4A/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Nate represented for the family once again this year and brought home the trophy. Kade really liked touching the fish, he is braver than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiO7A_mPI/AAAAAAAABN8/xXKJtj-J09w/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiO7A_mPI/AAAAAAAABN8/xXKJtj-J09w/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiYiCbzJI/AAAAAAAABOE/t8Kv62b3Y5I/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiYiCbzJI/AAAAAAAABOE/t8Kv62b3Y5I/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty little fella. If only he wouldn't put the rocks in his mouth then I could just let him roll around in the stuff all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiiuzX6jI/AAAAAAAABOM/rB9d81dIawI/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qiiuzX6jI/AAAAAAAABOM/rB9d81dIawI/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qitQmK8WI/AAAAAAAABOU/yEpd_QVoD4o/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qitQmK8WI/AAAAAAAABOU/yEpd_QVoD4o/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade LOVED Fitzy, Dani's new dog. He would laugh so hard every time she licked him. Hopefully when Kade grows up he'll never ask for a dog...cause we all know I can't handle one for longer than a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-7566155594081643212?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/7566155594081643212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=7566155594081643212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/7566155594081643212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/7566155594081643212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-bi-annual-tourney.html' title='2nd Bi-Annual Tourney'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S7qhiulEkJI/AAAAAAAABNU/nsU-rBVtWFI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4939579968207887182</id><published>2010-03-25T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:27:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Dodgers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKxrk6QSI/AAAAAAAABM8/93oKyX93T4Q/s1600/dodger+game.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKxrk6QSI/AAAAAAAABM8/93oKyX93T4Q/s400/dodger+game.jpg" width="400" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had a great week with Mark and Nat. They came up from Utah for their Spring Break. This is such a great spring break spot because of Baseball Spring Training. We did it last year with my parents, now this year was my little bro's turn. We new Kade would be a Dodger fan from day one because I started labor the night I went to the Dodger game last year. I also got to watch the Dodgers play during delivery because they had a double header...Kade was born in the 9th inning! I was so happy to take little Kade to his first Dodger game. Hopefully it will just be the first of many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKVKs1MyI/AAAAAAAABMk/yTPPpq_1KRs/s1600/players.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKVKs1MyI/AAAAAAAABMk/yTPPpq_1KRs/s320/players.jpg" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So maybe Natalie and I were checking out some of the players...can you blame us?? Andre Either is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sEBAD4XSI/AAAAAAAABJc/tVCoTnTaUDw/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sEBAD4XSI/AAAAAAAABJc/tVCoTnTaUDw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Kade LOVED getting to pick at the grass and be around all the people. It was a little hot, and the game was pretty long so he hasn't quite learned to go the whole 9 without a nap :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sEOwo4xfI/AAAAAAAABJk/r6n8tYNCVAI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sEOwo4xfI/AAAAAAAABJk/r6n8tYNCVAI/s320/004.JPG" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sEaIgDiPI/AAAAAAAABJs/BFMa-YnVLgw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sEaIgDiPI/AAAAAAAABJs/BFMa-YnVLgw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sFLIu_D5I/AAAAAAAABK0/Y45lRfRMUuA/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sFLIu_D5I/AAAAAAAABK0/Y45lRfRMUuA/s320/020.JPG" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had a baby sitter for this game on St. Patrick's Day. It was fun to be able to just relax more, but we really missed our little mascot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKadmwp0I/AAAAAAAABMs/ErRCaCLZwHg/s1600/hiking.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKadmwp0I/AAAAAAAABMs/ErRCaCLZwHg/s400/hiking.jpg" width="400" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The best thing about Mark and Nat is they are always up for a good time. We crammed in as many things as we could during the week and had such a blast with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKSjZEHzI/AAAAAAAABMc/DEAoJI23j-I/s1600/soccer.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKSjZEHzI/AAAAAAAABMc/DEAoJI23j-I/s400/soccer.jpg" width="400" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;One of my favorite parts of the week is Mark got to play in 2 of my soccer games with me! These pics of our outdoor league. And then he got to play in my indoor game too. Nat was the good babysitter. I loved getting to play with him and it brought me back to the times when I would live at home during the summer during college days. Mark and I would stay up all night watching games, and playing under a light in our yard. I can't get enough of playing with him. The only downside, is that I am washed up and just play twice a week. Mark is better than he's ever been and playing in college. He did amazing and scored in both games. He really did a great job and we had a blast being on the same team. If you look closely you'll notice my nasty soccer wings. Yes, I said wings. They are the weird pieces of hair that poke out right above my ears. I try so hard to spray them back and they tend to poke out every single game. I wish they would help me run faster cause I need all the help I can get!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sLkFW85SI/AAAAAAAABNM/ZOCGQE9PozE/s1600/canyon.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sLkFW85SI/AAAAAAAABNM/ZOCGQE9PozE/s400/canyon.jpg" width="400" border="0" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Of course we can't have anyone come down without dragging them to the lake with us for some fishing. Kade was sporting his Bass Pro Shop outfit that we bought for him as soon as we found out we were having a boy. Don't ask what Nate has on his head. I wasn't the best sport on this trip. I offered to stay on shore because there wasn't enough room for all of us on the boat. Me and Kade had a fine time for the first few hours...but after 4 1/2 hours being alone on shore with my little man...no pack n play for a nap, and no shade, we both weren't too happy with Dad when they came back :). We did enjoy being at the Lake though, it's always nice to have some fresh air.&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;Thanks guys for the visit! If anyone wants to come to AZ we have a twin bed and floor for ya!!!! (sorry Mark that the floor was yours all week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4939579968207887182?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4939579968207887182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4939579968207887182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4939579968207887182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4939579968207887182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-dodgers.html' title='Go Dodgers!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S6sKxrk6QSI/AAAAAAAABM8/93oKyX93T4Q/s72-c/dodger+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8627224170022710470</id><published>2010-03-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:33:00.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Stated</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with reading, and will read most anything I can get my hands on. I had already read Nicholas Sparks', &lt;em&gt;The Wedding,&lt;/em&gt; once before but I decided to read it again cause it had been a while and I didn't have anything else to read. I got to a part in the book that had a WHOLE new meaning for me. It is kind of long, but it almost states my feelings perfectly so I want to record it. It seems that motherhood for some people is just a natural talent. I feel like the biggest strug in the world sometimes. Just when I think I am getting a hang of things, then a new trial comes up. I start to feel lame because I don't have a baby with any major health issues, I have support of a wonderful husband and family....but man sometimes it is just hard for me! Kade isn't sleeping through the night anymore. It lasted about 3 weeks and then I don't know what happened. One day I want to just not second guess myself on all my decisions and just feel like I am doing it all just right :)....hmmm, I am not sure that will happen ever. But I can always dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, this is SO worth reading. Is it considered copy write? Opps...It may sound negative at the beginning...just keep reading to the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For my wife and I, the most challenging years were those that followed the births of our children. There seems to be a misconception that the first year of a child's life resembles a Hallmark commercial, complete with cooing babies and smiling, calm parents. In contrast, y wife still refers to that period as "the hateful years." By "hateful", what Jane meant was this: There were moments when she hated practically everything. She hated how she looked and how she felt. She hated women whose breasts didn't ache and women who still fit into their clothes. She hated how oily her skin became and hated the pimples that appeared for the first time since adolescence. But it was the lack of sleep that raised her ire most of all, and consequently, nothing irritated her more than hearing stories of other mothers whose infants slept through the night within weeks of leaving the hospital. In fact, she hated everyone who had thee opportunity to sleep more than three hours at a stretch, and there were times, it seemed, that she even hated me for my role in all this. After all, I couldn't breast-feed, and because of my long hours at the law firm, I had no choice but to sleep in the guest room occasionally so I could function at the office the next day. Though I'm certain that she understood this intellectually, it often didn't seem that way. "Good Morning," I might say when I saw her staggering into the kitchen, "How did the baby sleep?" Instead of answering, she would sigh impatiently as she moved toward the coffeepot. "Up a lot?" I'd ask tentatively. "You wouldn't last a week" On cue, the baby would start to cry. Jane would grit her teeth, slam her coffee cup down, and looks as if she wondered why it was the God seemed to hate her so. In time, I learned that it was wiser not to say anything. Then, of course, there is the fact that having a child transforms the basic marriage relationship. No longer are you simply husband and wife, you are mother and father as well, and all spontaneity vanishes immediately. Going out to dinner? Have to find out whether her parents can watch the baby. New movie? Haven't seen one these in over a year. Weekend getaways? Couldn't even conceive of them. This is not to say that the first year was entirely miserable. When people ask me what it's like to be a parent. I say it's among the hardest things you'll ever do, but in exchange, it teachers you the meaning of unconditional love. Everything a baby does strikes a parent as the most magical thing he or she has ever seen. I'll always remember the day each of my children first smiled at me; I remember clapping and watching the tears spill down Jane's face as they took their first steps; and there is nothing quite as peaceful as holding a sleeping child in the comfort of your arms and wondering how it's possible to care so deeply. Those are the moments that I find myself remembering the vivid detail now. the challenges--though I can speak of them dispassionately---are nothing but distant and foggy images, more akin to a dream than reality. No, there's no experience quite like having children, and despite the challenges we once faced, I've considered myself blessed because of the family we created. As I said, however, I've just learned to be prepared for surprises....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost to the T my own thoughts. The non sleeping; Nate having to sleep during the days so he can function for work. Which leaves me all alone during the night.... and basically alone during the day too so he can sleep; Nate and I haven't been on a real date in ages. We tried so hard to arrange for his mom to take Kade. We picked out a matinee movie to see so that we could be back in time to pick up Kade, bring him home, and get him in bed a good time. Well, Kade had a bad afternoon. He wouldn't go down for a nap until right before we were going to leave. By the time I got done with him our movie was almost going to start, and I hadn't had time for myself to get ready and I really wanted to get dressed up a little and try to look cute for once. I was really disappointed that we couldn't go to the movies together. Later that evening we were sitting at the dinner table chatting. I felt a little pat pat on my leg. I look down and Kade had crawled under the table and was giving me the biggest smile. That little stinker just melted my heart and I can't imagine what my life would be like without him. It is so crazy that this spirit who is sometimes my biggest stress in life...is also always my greatest pride and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8627224170022710470?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8627224170022710470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8627224170022710470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8627224170022710470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8627224170022710470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfectly-stated.html' title='Perfectly Stated'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3701381623974910675</id><published>2010-03-14T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:49:27.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S509lsTnA3I/AAAAAAAABIs/GOUWqMd08LM/s1600-h/2010-03-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S509lsTnA3I/AAAAAAAABIs/GOUWqMd08LM/s400/2010-03-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ended up being such a great day. We didn't do anything big, I just really enjoyed our time as a family working around the house. Nate taught me how to mow and edge the lawn. Yes, I know it's pathetic that I've never mowed a lawn before. We basically had boy jobs, and girl jobs at my house growing up. Since I was the only girl I didn't ever mow the lawn or take out the trash. I ended up LOVING mowing our lawn. Outside chores are always more fun when it's a nice day. We pulled weeds and pruned some bushes. I didn't have any loud music playing like I usually do when we pull weeds. It was just really relaxing to have some quiet time. It may sound cliche' or cheesy...but I liked hearing the dogs barking, birds chirping, and the kids playing next door. I am so grateful that our Father in Heaven created this beautiful world for us to experience. One of our lessons in church today was about how we can take care of, and beautify,  the things God has blessed us with. I hope it motivates me to get out and take care of our weeds and house work more often. Kade was just happy he's not big enough to pull weeds yet. He had a fun time playing with his toys on his blanket while we worked :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S51CqdEfurI/AAAAAAAABI8/kgMofKSCq6Y/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S51CqdEfurI/AAAAAAAABI8/kgMofKSCq6Y/s400/006.JPG" width="400" border="0" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My baby boy turns 7 months tomorrow. I can't even believe it. I am tearing up just thinking about how much joy he has brought to my life. I love him more than I ever even knew was possible. Kade seems to have grown up so fast just this week. He learned to crawl on Wednesday! We sit around and watch him inch across the floor and just laugh and laugh! Kade also cut two teeth on Thursday. I haven't experience any biting yet and I hope that it doesn't happen. Does anyone know what to do if it does? He has been quite the stubborn nurser this past few weeks. He won't really take a bottle either. I have had to start feeding him in a dark room so there is no other distractions. He kept trying to dive off my lap. The doctor says he needs the majority of his nutrition from breast milk or formula and all Kade wanted was baby food from a spoon. I was getting really frustrated with it all and was having to pump to keep up my supply. It now seems that since his teeth finally came in he is eating better. I wonder if it was just painful on his gums? Those darn teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S51C1Z3RU2I/AAAAAAAABJE/-a9LRD_rpdM/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S51C1Z3RU2I/AAAAAAAABJE/-a9LRD_rpdM/s400/008.JPG" width="300" border="0" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Trying to  feed himself the little puffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S51Cf5CUC2I/AAAAAAAABI0/MhVaq46xDX4/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S51Cf5CUC2I/AAAAAAAABI0/MhVaq46xDX4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;With the crawling comes a trouble maker. He loves to explore everywhere and has already knocked down 2 garbage cans. I think I am going to be in for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3701381623974910675?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3701381623974910675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3701381623974910675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3701381623974910675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3701381623974910675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/03/mover.html' title='Mover'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S509lsTnA3I/AAAAAAAABIs/GOUWqMd08LM/s72-c/2010-03-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-968872018854593956</id><published>2010-03-09T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:51:24.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers....</title><content type='html'>So I am trying to update my friends and family blog list because I have other blogs I look at and forget to copy and paste them into my list. Could you help me out??? Can you look to see if I have you in my blog list??? If not, then will you leave a comment so I can link to your blog. Most likely if you are looking at mine, I am looking at yours.....or I wish I was!!! THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-968872018854593956?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/968872018854593956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=968872018854593956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/968872018854593956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/968872018854593956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/03/bloggers.html' title='Bloggers....'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6303147634020021880</id><published>2010-03-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:08:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little campers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-POc7-I/AAAAAAAABHY/imtefi2xotA/s1600-h/Recently+Updated5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-POc7-I/AAAAAAAABHY/imtefi2xotA/s400/Recently+Updated5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Nate has such a funny schedule because he works a lot of weekends, and then has time off during the week. Well JJ had a week off of Medical School so we planned a camping trip during the week. It was so much fun! We love the Annie and JJ live in AZ. There 2 boys were so much fun and Kade loved them. Little Cole and Logan had the biggest vocabularies I have ever seen in such young kids. They cracked me up the whole time. There was an awesome park close at our campsite so it entertained the boys while Annie and I could chat. I am so glad that they could come with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-YKK8II/AAAAAAAABHg/6NY5pM2y0Ow/s1600-h/Recently+Updated4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-YKK8II/AAAAAAAABHg/6NY5pM2y0Ow/s400/Recently+Updated4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We met the funniest/craziest old guy while we were camping. Of course his name was Bill. He didn't even remember how long he'd been camping at the Lake for! He was all by him self and loving every second of it. He had a sweet bass boat and took Nate and JJ out with him. I swear he is Nate's new hero. He fishes tournaments all over, he is a hunting guide, teaches fly fishing lessons, had crafts antler lamps and chandeliers. I got a glimpse of what Nate will be like in 30 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nate was a bit of a strug on this trip. I really thinking I am wearing off on him....that isn't so good cause you have to have one person in the house that actually has a brain! Annie and I were having a hard time trying to get the dutch oven dinners ready while doing the kids too. It was getting dark and we needed some boy scouts to get the fire going. I called the men and "kindly" urged them to hurry and come back to camp. Nate accidentally left his boats trolling motor next to his truck because he was in a hurry...yep, it was gone the next day! :( So day 2 of camping the boys had to paddle in the boat. Nate's fishing pole got caught on a under water tree and while he was tugging it snapped right in half! Oh joy! Just what I was hoping we'd spend our tax return money on....new fishing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-_XweTI/AAAAAAAABHo/lditSL1tExc/s1600-h/Recently+Updated3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-_XweTI/AAAAAAAABHo/lditSL1tExc/s400/Recently+Updated3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Kade LOVED the dirt! I would set him on a blanket and he would scoot over to the side so he could pat the dirt and pick up rocks. I was so proud! Now that he likes to rub dirt all over him and get it under his fingernails...he is a real man! Camping is a lot more difficult now with a little nugget. I am worrying the whole night if he is cold, making sure he doesn't get sun burned in the day, always checking if he is too close to the fire, and making sure the surrounding campers don't hear him waking up at his usual 3 a.m. scream. Plus, our stinkin air mattress had a slow leak so after an hour of laying on it it was totally flat. Sleeping on hard groud just isn't what it used to be. We already have 2 more camping trips planned in March. Yikes, I am thinking one a month is all I may be able to handle now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6303147634020021880?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6303147634020021880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6303147634020021880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6303147634020021880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6303147634020021880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-campers.html' title='Little campers'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5QE-POc7-I/AAAAAAAABHY/imtefi2xotA/s72-c/Recently+Updated5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3724117067104748688</id><published>2010-02-24T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:46:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Baked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XALk4EIfI/AAAAAAAABD4/Z-aMBxLBbnA/s1600-h/Recently+Updated2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XALk4EIfI/AAAAAAAABD4/Z-aMBxLBbnA/s400/Recently+Updated2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I start I have to borrow my friend Marisa's words, I am not going to apologise for this being such a long post because you don't have to look at it if you don't want to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems as if the past month has been super busy. I have started subbing, Nate ran a half-marathon, Kade and I took a trip to see my family, we did a fun hike with some friends, celebrated Valentines day, and Kade turned 6 MONTHS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XAMVcTWiI/AAAAAAAABEA/_saSh7y_EIA/s1600-h/2010-02-241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XAMVcTWiI/AAAAAAAABEA/_saSh7y_EIA/s400/2010-02-241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BABE!!!!!! Nate ran the Lost Dutchman's Half Marathon on Valentines day. When he signed up for it a while back I thought there was no way I'd be ready for it. I ran with Nate while he trained and when the time came I was kinda sad I didn't sign up cause I felt like I maybe could have done it. I was SOOOO proud of Nate though! He did great! He got 1 hour and 46 min. and finished 6th in his division. I have to brag for Nate because he wasn't able to train as much as he'd of liked and he still got a good time. I wish I was as good of a runner as he is. I love that Nate likes to run long distance and we can share that hobby together. It was really fun to bring Kade to cheer for his daddy. My favorite pic is the random guy in the green shirt trying to get in the picture. If you blow up the collage you can see it better. Cracks me up every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XANAeJdmI/AAAAAAAABEI/RzSOJ2Hy8No/s1600-h/2010-02-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XANAeJdmI/AAAAAAAABEI/RzSOJ2Hy8No/s400/2010-02-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do low key Valentines day this year, but I still loved it. I am sucker for all Holidays. Nate made me a thoughtful, homemade gift and I LOVED it. He made a balloon bouquet and put little love notes in each of the balloons. Those kinds of presents are my favorite. I made up a cheesy poem for Nate and gave him some running socks and energy GU for his race. One of my dearest friends, old roommate, old soccer teammate, Lindsey Sombs...came to visit it Valentines weekend. She spoiled Kade and he loved her. Grandma and Grandpa Sager of course had some Valentines treats for the little man too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XANubqtcI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Y6BkdPVDzzM/s1600-h/Recently+Updated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XANubqtcI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Y6BkdPVDzzM/s400/Recently+Updated1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor mother had a bit of a spill about a week ago. She tripped down some stairs while going out to eat with friends. She broke one ankle and tore the ligaments....AND sprained the other one! I felt SO bad because she can't even walk at all because both ankles are shot! She has to be in a wheel chair until the sprain heels and she can maybe move on to crutches. I flew up to Utah to try to help her. Although I must admit, I am not a very good help. I still tried to make her do things with me instead of resting. She was a very good sport. It was such a fast trip, I was only there for a few days but it was SO good to see the fam. We went to this sweet indoor pool by Jeff and Brandi's house. Dylan and Kennedy (Carolyn's little miss) were so funny playing on the slide. Kade was such a lounge cat. He only wanted to float on his back and lay his head on the life jacket head rest. It was so funny! He actually feel asleep in the water for like 45 min. while my dad was floating him around! We were all dying. To bad I can't put water in his crib! I was able to squeeze some other fun things while I was there. My cousin Amy is a Cougarette and we went to their dance concert. They are amazing. I got to see Mark and Nat's sweet apartment. I stayed a night with Jeff and Brandi. We got to visit my grandparents in Springville. Kade loved getting spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa Davis. We also through Des a Bridal shower. As always, it was a lot of fun to get together with the high school girls. I miss all my Utah friends and family already! Get feeling better mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XCDC0iwWI/AAAAAAAABEY/Q6_d2EwEiko/s1600-h/2010-02-05.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XCDC0iwWI/AAAAAAAABEY/Q6_d2EwEiko/s400/2010-02-05.jpg" width="400" border="0" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My man turned 6 months on February 15th!!!!! What??? Has it really been a year? I just want to freeze him in this stage for a while. I am lovin it so much. He cracks me up everyday. I really think he has to be the funniest baby ever invented. He is such a ham and getting more personality everyday. This little guy is super happy and loves to play. He likes anyone to hold him and entertain him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight= 16 lbs 9 oz&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;27%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He used to be in the 50% for weight but has gone down. Kinda shocked me cause he looks like a chunk to me. He eats like a horse but still barfs a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Height= 26.5 inches....49%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Head Circumference= 18inches... 92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can you say noggin??? I think once he gets hair and grows into it it'll be a lot better for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Kade sits up all on his own. It's great cause he can sit and play with toys for long periods of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Kade is rolling around/scooting...not so great cause I already need to start baby proofing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*He is still taking his acid reflex medicine which seems to help a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kade Loves:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Blowing out his pants and rolling around in it. There goes the new carpet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*All fruit baby food, rice, and oatmeal. He pants like a puppy between every bite to try to get you to hurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Nursing. I am glad I stuck with it because I love it now. I have to do bottles when I am subbing and he only likes to drink bottles arched upside down. Don't ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Loves taking showers with Nate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Still loves going to my soccer games. He's always in the best mood while we are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Nights and naps are getting much better. Sometimes still hit and miss with waking up screaming around 3 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*He loves to fake cough to try to make himself cry when he wants out of his crib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XCZfeKvWI/AAAAAAAABEg/xGOmdbpthcU/s1600-h/2010-02-20.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XCZfeKvWI/AAAAAAAABEg/xGOmdbpthcU/s400/2010-02-20.jpg" width="400" border="0" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We did this hike with the Greens and Sombs. It was the day after Nate's race and he still had to drag me up some of the hills. The Greens brought their dog Wally. Kade loves him. He makes a good substitute doggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3724117067104748688?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3724117067104748688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3724117067104748688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3724117067104748688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3724117067104748688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/02/half-baked.html' title='Half Baked!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S4XALk4EIfI/AAAAAAAABD4/Z-aMBxLBbnA/s72-c/Recently+Updated2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2345727653771251392</id><published>2010-02-10T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:24:51.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog for a Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OhyG4ganI/AAAAAAAAA-4/aavokQn5jfA/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OhyG4ganI/AAAAAAAAA-4/aavokQn5jfA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we decided we weren't going to tell anyone about this temporary brain fart...but I thought it's just too funny/good/dumb of a story to not blog about. So anyone who knows me well knows that I like animals about as much as I like going to the dentist for a root canal. My family has always grown up with animals by the plenty. And I have never liked even one of the many: hamsters, lizards, birds, rabbits, salamanders, cats (especially cats, sorry mom), dogs, or chinchillas. As kids, my parents would take us to petting zoos. The pictures would show Jeff hugging all the animals and me lurking off to the side with my arms folded&amp;nbsp;and a scowl on my face. But even an avid animal hater is a sucker for a cute puppy every now and again. Well this past week I decided I really wanted a puppy golden retriever. I had been doing all sorts of research online about them. I even took a quiz on what type of dog fit our personality. I had to take the quiz twice because the first time it told me I wanted this ugly, random dog that I have never heard of. Apparently that dog didn't: shed, smell as bad, need/want a lot of attention, didn't need much grooming, and its fur was good for people with allergies. So I took the quiz again pretending that I wanted a dog that need a lot of attention, and wanted to be part of the family just so I could be told that a golden retriever is what I should get. That should have been my first clue that this might not work out. I just kept picturing Kade and Baxter (our one day puppy’s name) growing up together. I pictured taking the dog hiking and camping with us, and going on morning runs with the dog. Not to mention I get a little nervous that Nate works nights so it'd be nice to have a dog around... But, I guess I forgot to picture all the other times in day to day life when we aren't running or camping. Like when I am playing with my baby and the dog is barking all day because I am not playing with it. Or Nate is trying to sleep after working a 14 hr. night shift and the dog is still barking. The sad part about this story is that it really was such a good puppy as far as puppies go. He was SO loveable and cute. And slept pretty well during the night. I just don't have the time to give it all the attention that it needs. Hmmmm, maybe should have thought of this sooner. We just didn't want to be like my neighbors who stick their dogs in the yard to bark all day and they NEVER even walk them or interact with them. My husband is so nice and said I could get one (because I begged) even though he didn't think it was the best idea with how busy we already are right now. We went and looked at a bunch of different litters and then found our little dog. We picked him up Saturday night, and then gave him back Sunday night. I was also crazy allergic to the puppy so that was the excuse we used when we returned it, not that we couldn't really handle it right now. But I truly couldn't even swallow the next morning and my eyes were pretty swollen. We played like 50 games of paper, rock scissors to see who had to be the one to&amp;nbsp;call the lady to ask if we could take it back. I finally just dialed her number, handed the phone to Nate, and ran out of the room as fast as I could! I guess when it comes down to it I really hate the way animals smell. Their fur grosses me out. When they lick me I feel like I am getting some type of diseases, but I am grateful that most of Americans have better hearts than I do to house these cute animals. You may suggest to one day get an older, already trained dog..But that wouldn't work either because then you don't even own them when they are at least cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before you start judging us and thinking, "Man, Nate and Michelle are really bad impulse buyers and they don't really think before they buy things"...you don't have to secretly think that because we very well know that we are pretty pathetic. We acknowledge that we don't think about things before we buy things. I know that I am pretty much any salesman’s dream. We always swear that we are never going to get something without thinking about it again....but somehow a week later we are in another similar situation. I guess the saying "You learn from your mistakes" hasn't really hit home at the Sager household yet.&amp;nbsp;At least it does provide us with great comic relief.&amp;nbsp;I wonder what we'll get into next??? The best quote one of my Institute teachers taught us is, "Don't be a grass licker". Basically cows are famous for trying to eat the grass on the other side of the fence instead of what is already offered to them. I really have been such a "grass licker" lately and instead of just being content with what I have in my life right now I keep looking for what else is out there. My goal for this next month is to just slow down my life a bit, and be grateful for our blessings. "Stoping to smell the roses" seems better than "licking grass" anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OiBHPAVoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_Gin_k5NW68/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OiBHPAVoI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_Gin_k5NW68/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea, and to make the story even better. I told Nate that I wanted a puppy so bad that I would prove it buy cleaning out our garage and having a yard sale. Yes, the only reason I probably even needed to have a yard sale is because I go to them so much. But can you blame me? Other people's crap is WAY cooler than your own. Plus, the yard sales in AZ rock. I earned enough money in my sale to buy the puppy. This pic was just some of the stuff, I sold most of it before I took this pic. I was the worst seller. Basically whatever anyone wanted to pay for it is what they got it for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Buyer's question&amp;nbsp;on something marked $5:&amp;nbsp; "I give you one dollah for dis??" ...My response: "Deal!"&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;Other stuff we've been up to lately. Imagine that, fishing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OiPVvv_pI/AAAAAAAAA_I/AAc_w5QG92o/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OiPVvv_pI/AAAAAAAAA_I/AAc_w5QG92o/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still not the biggest fan of the life jacket. It kinda squeezes his chubby cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3Oi-HGIlBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/q5EdQUCy4eg/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3Oi-HGIlBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/q5EdQUCy4eg/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nate's first good catch of the year. Good job Honey!!!!!! I love when he catches a good fish because he's in a great mood all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OidJb83AI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uZSnsNM7RNI/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OidJb83AI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uZSnsNM7RNI/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade and I lasted longer on the boat now that he is getting older. After Nate caught his fish he dropped us off at the truck so I could nurse Kade and play with him on shore. I didn't even almost get attacked by a bobcat this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OisYkFXGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/H1qUm2wHXV0/s1600-h/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OisYkFXGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/H1qUm2wHXV0/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now this is the saddest part of my post. I don't even like to think about it cause then I can pretend it didn't happen. But as much as we disliked the old hut we used to live in. We did LOVE all&amp;nbsp; the amazing friends we me there. It was so nice because all the couples were pretty much in the same boat...in school, just married, low on the dough, and we all lived in huts so nobody cared what the houses looked like. Most of us all started drifting away. A few close friends still live out there. Lots of us have gotten houses around the area. But it's just not the same when you are all right there on campus. It makes me wish I would've taken more advantage of living that close to our friends when were all in walking distance! Up until now we all still remained somewhere in AZ. The Ivins decided to up and move to Blanding, Utah and buy a cattle ranch. I have to give a shout out to Lacey, Tyler, and little Aspyn. We love the many memories we have made with this great family. I am going to miss all the Sunday dinners, holiday parties, Chilies dates, cabin trips, having our first child exactly one week apart, campouts...and MOST of all card nights! You know your good friends and comfortable&amp;nbsp;with each other&amp;nbsp;when me and Tyler get in cussing fights over cards, I go storming out of the room ,and we can still be friends after! :) Don't worry Ivins, we are coming to visit and gonna help you castrate those bulls! We love you guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OjMauZ-tI/AAAAAAAAA_o/7NgGreL0TVg/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OjMauZ-tI/AAAAAAAAA_o/7NgGreL0TVg/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2345727653771251392?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2345727653771251392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2345727653771251392' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2345727653771251392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2345727653771251392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-for-day.html' title='Dog for a Day...'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S3OhyG4ganI/AAAAAAAAA-4/aavokQn5jfA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6417976283372676826</id><published>2010-01-31T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:00:42.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of chicken fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8Q49qBwI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_Aiklw7cCB8/s1600-h/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8Q49qBwI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_Aiklw7cCB8/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can this stage get any more fun??! I love how curious Kade is and he loves to get his little hands on everything he sees. He is now an offical barrell roller. He will roll around in his room from one end to the other in 2 seconds. It cracks us up! Once he figured out he could roll he doesn't want to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8BmAPwiI/AAAAAAAAA94/R5YgZ7eguQ4/s1600-h/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8BmAPwiI/AAAAAAAAA94/R5YgZ7eguQ4/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y6-uMuEjI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/9qCkQtx5NVQ/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y6-uMuEjI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/9qCkQtx5NVQ/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Camping anyone??? As most of you know, Nate and I can't get enough of the outdoors. We are getting SO excited for March to come because that is Spawn season for large mouth bass...and that means a lot of camping and fishing trips. Our previous tent is really small and you can't stand up in it. It was okay for just the two of us, but when we took Kade it was so hard to fit us all. One of my favorite hobbies is getting a good deal (yes, sometimes I buy somthing just cause it's on sale) and I really love craigslist. We found this tent on there and it was a KILLER deal and had never even been used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y7PvrIBLI/AAAAAAAAA9g/jcix9MszoX0/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y7PvrIBLI/AAAAAAAAA9g/jcix9MszoX0/s320/018.JPG" /&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y6MKZO0AI/AAAAAAAAA9A/hhgFvBzwZ_c/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y6MKZO0AI/AAAAAAAAA9A/hhgFvBzwZ_c/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love our bike rides. This weather is so amazing that it's hard to remember why I want to move back to Utah when Nate finishes school....but then I remember why when summer hits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y6d8c5p3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/QfEe8ypy6Fk/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y6d8c5p3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/QfEe8ypy6Fk/s320/003.JPG" /&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y7wjLUG1I/AAAAAAAAA9w/5937mrRGXJY/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y7wjLUG1I/AAAAAAAAA9w/5937mrRGXJY/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just straight up chillin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y7fPzPoFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ccmYuWoryf0/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y7fPzPoFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ccmYuWoryf0/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8_pq3QtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/K1IJB3Cf4f8/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8_pq3QtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/K1IJB3Cf4f8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's hard to get dressed because he'll flip right over to his tummy when I try to put him on his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8g0vl1CI/AAAAAAAAA-I/QrSTJGbbWcI/s1600-h/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8g0vl1CI/AAAAAAAAA-I/QrSTJGbbWcI/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my little family! I am so glad I get them forever :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-6417976283372676826?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6417976283372676826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6417976283372676826' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6417976283372676826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6417976283372676826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-bit-of-chicken-fry.html' title='A little bit of chicken fry'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S2Y8Q49qBwI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_Aiklw7cCB8/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5985262225129449560</id><published>2010-01-15T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:05:50.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover of...Hater of...</title><content type='html'>Today is Kade's 5 month Birthday!!!! What? Has it really been 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade. Lover of....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rice cereal, squash, sweet potatoes &lt;br /&gt;-People. He is a VERY social baby &amp;amp; loves to go out &lt;br /&gt;-Attention &amp;amp; showing off &lt;br /&gt;-Toys. Wants to touch everything he sees &lt;br /&gt;-Tickles &lt;br /&gt;-Spitting up. Well, he seems to love it cause he does it a LOT &lt;br /&gt;-His feet. He plays with them all day &lt;br /&gt;-Hiking &lt;br /&gt;-His running stroller &lt;br /&gt;-Hats and cool sun glasses &lt;br /&gt;-Other kids &lt;br /&gt;-Making funny sounds and squeaks &lt;br /&gt;-Watching his mom play soccer &lt;br /&gt;-Stuffed animals &lt;br /&gt;-Bouncing in his bouncers &lt;br /&gt;-Trying to stand up &lt;br /&gt;-Sitting, well only for a few seconds, but he's trying! &lt;br /&gt;-Flopping around in his crib. Every time I go in he's in a different corner of it &lt;br /&gt;-Splashing in his bath &lt;br /&gt;-Peeing in the bath :( &lt;br /&gt;-Showers with his Dad &lt;br /&gt;-Daddy play time &lt;br /&gt;-Going to other people's house &lt;br /&gt;-Walks around the neighborhood &lt;br /&gt;-Pulling hair and earings &lt;br /&gt;-Nursing or bottles. As long as he gets milk &lt;br /&gt;-Grabbing leaves in the yard &lt;br /&gt;-Story and singing time. Loves patting at his books &lt;br /&gt;-All is cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmas &amp;amp; grandpas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade. Hater of....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TEETHING!!! &lt;br /&gt;-Carrots &lt;br /&gt;-Being bored &lt;br /&gt;-Nap time &lt;br /&gt;-His acid reflex medicine &lt;br /&gt;-Putting his arms in long sleeve shirts &lt;br /&gt;-Getting up early &lt;br /&gt;-Being hungry &lt;br /&gt;-Getting his nose 'snuffed' by those thingers &lt;br /&gt;-When his binki falls out (I am also a hater of this when it happens all through the night) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a funny baby. He makes us laugh everyday and has so much personality. 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-4349054017845274472</id><published>2010-01-05T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:18:10.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pub3H-bTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/RXL7usAZqCI/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pub3H-bTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/RXL7usAZqCI/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday Season. I love Christmas SOOO much because I love all the festivities and parties that go along with it. This year it seemed like we had 3Christmas's. We did early celebration with my family in Utah. Then we had to come&amp;nbsp;back to AZ because Nate had to work Christmas eve and part of Christmas morning (BIG HOAX!) When he got home we had our own little families Christmas. Later we had it at Nate's families. There are a lot of pics because for some reason I didn't download all my pictures to picasa so I couldn't do to many collages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PurdgVJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/zkuCJ2hQ5rI/s1600-h/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PurdgVJ2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/zkuCJ2hQ5rI/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dani and Jordan's Ugly sweater party...Nate and I were the nastiest ones there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PxuuF0f_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/X1Xx3sinSgg/s1600-h/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PxuuF0f_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/X1Xx3sinSgg/s320/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Davis side of has an annual "Meatball Party" every year. It is 100% gaurenteed to be a GOOD TIME! WE all laugh our butts off every year. This year was extra special because all the cousins were acutally there. Usually one family can't make it into town. It was so nice to see Tad and Scott's little kids and Lisa told us she is pregnant! We have our classic white elephant game and Nate and I got that funny light. Thanks Tyrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Px_QdHVpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/EQdx_I2fihw/s1600-h/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Px_QdHVpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/EQdx_I2fihw/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PyfAtxk2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/9lHcxTgJuNs/s1600-h/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PyfAtxk2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/9lHcxTgJuNs/s320/102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nate looks drunk :) Jeff definitly had the nasty sweater going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PxHfqxwkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/oWplR_0Lcyk/s1600-h/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PxHfqxwkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/oWplR_0Lcyk/s320/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My girlfriends from High School have an annual Christmas pary every year. I had SO much fun seeing everyone. We just did girls only and it was great to catch up. Steph did a great job hosting the party. I am sad that I don't get to see the girls that often, I missed them! Des told us her engagment story and I am excited to go up to Utah agian for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PxaxwFoqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0S5nHF7PLXA/s1600-h/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PxaxwFoqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0S5nHF7PLXA/s320/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great visit at Justin's house (Nate's older brother) The kids were so excited to meet Kade because he is there only cousin so far. They were big helpers and liked to help me change his diaper. Lyndsay started up a new business and she shared her treats with us. They were amazing. Kade LOVES being around people. He is so happy when he gets a lot of attention, so needless to say vacations are great for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PwMxjFPrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/aWeXFUgr3lQ/s1600-h/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PwMxjFPrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/aWeXFUgr3lQ/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course my mom was at it again buying Dylan and Kade the cutest matching outfits. My mom turned one of her rooms into a playroom for the boys. Kade loved all the stuffed animals and cool toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PuMwE5xuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/b_bKPVt-eqI/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PuMwE5xuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/b_bKPVt-eqI/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nate and my brothers went on a few ice fishing trips. Fishing in snow is NOT my idea of a good time, but they can't get enough of it.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PyuQ3Qh2I/AAAAAAAAA50/s0znjm32uQI/s1600-h/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PyuQ3Qh2I/AAAAAAAAA50/s0znjm32uQI/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am such a Grandpa's girl. I love&amp;nbsp;all my granparents&amp;nbsp;and I was so glad they got to spend a little time with Kade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Py9dazRpI/AAAAAAAAA58/m_1kAWVC7b4/s1600-h/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Py9dazRpI/AAAAAAAAA58/m_1kAWVC7b4/s320/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PwjysqCsI/AAAAAAAAA40/MwOBAJxAdoc/s1600-h/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PwjysqCsI/AAAAAAAAA40/MwOBAJxAdoc/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are having a hard time getting back to day to day life after our trip. Kade got a little to used to the 24/7 attention and being rocked to sleep by the grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PyQRBiL1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/szGZU2V5VcE/s1600-h/114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PyQRBiL1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/szGZU2V5VcE/s320/114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pw0L6_YBI/AAAAAAAAA48/a7nrOidatvY/s1600-h/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pw0L6_YBI/AAAAAAAAA48/a7nrOidatvY/s320/081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did family pictures. The hardest part about pics is cordinating everyones outfits. My dad puts a veto on wearing any red...so the colors somehow turn out to be blue most everytime :) The pics were during Kade's nap time. He wasn't crying...but wouldn't really smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0P0tg4RUvI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IBAkbX3IGkg/s1600-h/Davis+Family160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0P0tg4RUvI/AAAAAAAAA6k/IBAkbX3IGkg/s320/Davis+Family160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0P0RJPrZ8I/AAAAAAAAA6c/jzWGxfusIro/s1600-h/Davis+Family143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0P0RJPrZ8I/AAAAAAAAA6c/jzWGxfusIro/s320/Davis+Family143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pz75HJZpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/F8guHcQsqKE/s1600-h/Davis+Family114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pz75HJZpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/F8guHcQsqKE/s320/Davis+Family114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pzr0F-FTI/AAAAAAAAA6M/4flwbB1dW9U/s1600-h/Davis+Family96.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pzr0F-FTI/AAAAAAAAA6M/4flwbB1dW9U/s320/Davis+Family96.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PzVIWZCAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eIjnxUjR3JU/s1600-h/Davis+Family89.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PzVIWZCAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eIjnxUjR3JU/s320/Davis+Family89.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time at the Sager's the last few days. Adam got some leave from the Navy. He engaged to his girlfriend Caroline! We are so excited because we love her. She is a lot of fun. Kathy made Kade some funny PJ's for Christmas eve. He looked like an old fashioned baby. It was SO cute to watch Kade tare the wrapping paper up. He also loved to play his baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PtJz-6VFI/AAAAAAAAA4E/T0R0CqVXXW0/s1600-h/2009-12-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PtJz-6VFI/AAAAAAAAA4E/T0R0CqVXXW0/s400/2009-12-30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night that Adam was here we did fun things. Grandpa Sager took us all Bowling and Nate kicked all our butts. We a fun picnic at the park. Picnics in December, gotta love AZ weather. Nate had to work New Year's Eve so I went with Heidi, Adam, amd Caroline to Polar Ice. The kicker is, it was a Young Single Adult activity. YIKES. What am I doing going to those things. It was that or stay home alone. I loved my single days, but I love even more that I have such a wonderful family and I am done with the single activites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PtKJer-nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZZwytT3xh14/s1600-h/2009-12-301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0PtKJer-nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ZZwytT3xh14/s400/2009-12-301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&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/7827502990504022152-4349054017845274472?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4349054017845274472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4349054017845274472' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4349054017845274472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4349054017845274472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrap-it-up.html' title='Wrap it up'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S0Pub3H-bTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/RXL7usAZqCI/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-498542578560382036</id><published>2009-12-11T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:21:27.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCzt5385I/AAAAAAAAA20/Rcvo4c8wh_k/s1600-h/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCzt5385I/AAAAAAAAA20/Rcvo4c8wh_k/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holy cow...has it really already been 4 months?! Who knew that your hole life could change in 4 months :) I am not gonna get into my rants and raves about the lack of sleep I have had (and am still having) but although that has been such a trial for me, I have also experinced more joy than I ever knew was possible.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLDB60LLEI/AAAAAAAAA28/LsCBYU-sG3A/s1600-h/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLDB60LLEI/AAAAAAAAA28/LsCBYU-sG3A/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have started rice cereal and we were cracking up at Kade's attempt to eat it. We made a huge mess and I love every second of it! We got his 4 month shots today. The doctor is putting him on medication for his acid reflux. She thinks that will help him with sleep. He wakes up screaming from naps because he has to throw up so we are hoping this helps. These are his 4 month stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Weight= 14 lbs 8 oz. puts him at the 46% tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Length=25 in. puts him at the 58% tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Head circumference unfortunatly keeps a steady increase at 17 in and the 88% tile. He has to be bigger to fit all his brains! :) It'll be better when he gets some hair. It may not be anytime soon since both Nate and I were cueballs untill about two years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLAkqSt7jI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ezQbiQpVYrw/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLAkqSt7jI/AAAAAAAAA1s/ezQbiQpVYrw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLBHP7VGdI/AAAAAAAAA18/wMoiywvp2fc/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLBHP7VGdI/AAAAAAAAA18/wMoiywvp2fc/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Testing out our Chirstmas present. Kade loved the bike trailer! He was too small for it but we made it work. The straps were suppossed to go on his sholders but they were up by his ears like earmuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLBWpmeCOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/g2bJTCO4lwo/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLBWpmeCOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/g2bJTCO4lwo/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLB16-msFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hwGKNdVBHV4/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLB16-msFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hwGKNdVBHV4/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom flew down for a few days while she was off track and we had a blast! For some reason I didn't take really any pics :(. We went to see santa at Bass Pro Shop and they had an amazing village. Of course she brough a sack of clothes and toys down for Kade. She loves to spoil this little man. She found these funny jammies cause he likes to be naughty at night. She was so great to help out with the night feeds and let me take a few naps. Also, my mom took me to the material store and let me pick out some fabrics for a quilt. She has made Kade tons of blankets and quilts but I decided I would dig deep and try to learn how to do it. We actually had a lot of fun. It's not quite finished yet so I'll post a pic of the finished product. She was patient with my nasty, crocked seems! I am not a seemstress....well not yet!&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLBmIPGuVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JrRnTmWcp5U/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLBmIPGuVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/JrRnTmWcp5U/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't get enough of his silly laugh. Yes, I know all I blog about these days is my son. But I guess that is my only life these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCE3pupkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/onZYubf0z9Q/s1600-h/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCE3pupkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/onZYubf0z9Q/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade thinks he's so big and loves to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCUCgIXPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ZTpcRfw3AwE/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCUCgIXPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ZTpcRfw3AwE/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 little nuggets! How lucky am I to have the Ivins and Lemiux's in my life. We all have kids right around the same age. It's great to have girlfriends to share these experiences with. I got to babysit Aspen one day...and me oh my I don't know how people do it with more than one. The best thing about these friends is that they don't give up on my flakiness. I have turned into the WORST friend lately. I stink at remembering to call people back! I never have my cell phone on me...and on top of that my cell service at our new house doesn't work well at all. So thank you to those of you who don't get offended when I forget to call back...thank you to those of you who know me engough to just keep calling when I am a pain in your butt to get a hold of. And I promise to upgrade my cell phone one day and keep it around more when I start sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLClEDdB8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/XjHVIL4EnG8/s1600-h/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLClEDdB8I/AAAAAAAAA2s/XjHVIL4EnG8/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After card night. I acutally got dressed up for once and we took the picture after I put my pj's on.. great, now I have no proof!&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/7827502990504022152-498542578560382036?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/498542578560382036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=498542578560382036' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/498542578560382036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/498542578560382036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-months.html' title='4 Months!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SyLCzt5385I/AAAAAAAAA20/Rcvo4c8wh_k/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5004179171678884716</id><published>2009-11-29T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:37:06.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To La Jit To Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I tell about the billions of pics I just posted I first need to vent about my cooking skills (or lack there of) I decided to by a turkey cause they are so dang cheap around Thanksgiving. It wasn't one of my food assingments to bring for our dinner, but I just wanted to try making on for Nate and I. We just ate it a few hours ago and lets just say my throat will never be the same. For some reason by whole house smelled like a giant pretzel while it was cooking (don't ask me why!) I totally over cooked it...the stuff I used to make it moist formed this thick tar looking film on the bottom of my pan. It was so dry and nasty that it hurt to even swallow it. I have offically decided that I hate cooking and I will never be good at it. Nate tried to explain to me that cooking is a lot like sports, you can't just expect to be good..you have to practice and love it. Well I practice, I still suck, and I hate it :) Not to mention that I own over 25 cookbooks and the most outrageously expensive pots &amp;amp; pans ever...I keep buying these things thinking it will help and NOPE! If I ever become rich then the first thing I would do with my money is hire a full time chef so I never have to cook again. And if I ever become filthy rich, then I might even hire someone to feed me while I lay on my love sac. JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZMfekffI/AAAAAAAAA1M/jCCUBD1zt84/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZMfekffI/AAAAAAAAA1M/jCCUBD1zt84/s320/011.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Thanksgiving tradition is to run the Mesa 10 K Turkey Trot every year on Thanksgivng morning. We have LOVED doing this because you feel better about stuffing yourself crazy later in the day. It was so amazing to run together has a whole little family. We loved having Kade there. He did great! We forced a bottle down his mouth right before the race started so he would be content the whole time. He was cracking me up in those sweet shades. Nate and I made a mistake by wearing our awesome, matching running tights because it ended up being about 80 degrees and I was DYING of heat. Thank goodness Nate ran with me the whole time. I def held him back! We didn't walk at all but it still took us an hour and two min to finish. Not the best time for us, but I was just glad to start getting back into running. I would've taken longer if Nate didn't hang around me to drag my bum along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNY932_bMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/telY5M0PeJQ/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNY932_bMI/AAAAAAAAA1E/telY5M0PeJQ/s320/010.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZcrVH5DI/AAAAAAAAA1U/lNZ9saJE9rM/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZcrVH5DI/AAAAAAAAA1U/lNZ9saJE9rM/s320/020.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZs3teaeI/AAAAAAAAA1c/CWGSXk8cXzk/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZs3teaeI/AAAAAAAAA1c/CWGSXk8cXzk/s320/015.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GILBERT DAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutly love rodeos and carnivals! The town of Gilbert, where we live, has "Gilbert Days" every November. They have all sorts of events going on all week. We went with the Williamsons and had a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYOQlS0UI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_V7YwiAcTcA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYOQlS0UI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_V7YwiAcTcA/s320/001.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYcdWRyPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5-yXW6QY5mA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYcdWRyPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/5-yXW6QY5mA/s320/003.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is something about going on a 'Carni' ride that I just can't get enough of! You never know if the ride is going to totally fall apart or not because those rusty ole rides are taken apart...moved around... and hastely put back together all year long. It makes it that much more exciting for some freakish reason. I love all roller coasters and any ride. Kade loved looking at all the bright lights and noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYmt4ykHI/AAAAAAAAA00/c6Sw6H7mkvE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYmt4ykHI/AAAAAAAAA00/c6Sw6H7mkvE/s320/006.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYvtypePI/AAAAAAAAA08/6IT2UbM_juY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNYvtypePI/AAAAAAAAA08/6IT2UbM_juY/s320/008.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get enough of the Holidays. I love everything about this season. The smells, the music, eating other peoples baked goods, giving presents (yes, and getting), parties with friends and family, an excuse to drink endless ammounts of hot chocolate, and the fun traditions that we do every year. I love to kick off the season with a little Black Friday action. Shopping is a favorite hobby of mine, and especially the thought of getting a good deal. For the lack of brain cells I have right now because it's 11:30 pm on a Sunday night with no nap..and after torchering myself in the kitchen today...I won't get into all my funny/crazy black friday stories. But I did get most all my shopping done. And Nate and I got SWEET deals on bikes and a bike trailer for Kade. Yes, we have already ridden our bikes because we are like little kids and couldn't wait. I already wrecked on mine trying to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNX-2Ept-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/1YgTdY2oP3s/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNX-2Ept-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/1YgTdY2oP3s/s320/040.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNXuOyaYwI/AAAAAAAAA0U/62OEFe3W6RI/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNXuOyaYwI/AAAAAAAAA0U/62OEFe3W6RI/s320/028.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you all a great start to the Holiday Season...Hope it's a&amp;nbsp;good one!&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/7827502990504022152-5004179171678884716?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/5004179171678884716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=5004179171678884716' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5004179171678884716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/5004179171678884716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-la-jit-to-quit.html' title='To La Jit To Quit'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SxNZMfekffI/AAAAAAAAA1M/jCCUBD1zt84/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6465275730911679911</id><published>2009-11-20T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:01:22.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZPQvVUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yC2GGMZtKH4/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZPQvVUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yC2GGMZtKH4/s320/013.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My spoiled child :) It is so funny how a for a few days Kade will nap like a champion, and then somedays you can't even set him down with out him having a scream fest. This was one of those need to be loved on all day days...I do love that Kade loves to be held and cuddled a lot. But I may need a little advice. Do you think it's possible to have a good sleeping baby that is not on a schedule? I read all those books about sleeping habits, and they just don't really work for me because I can't get him to bed the same time every night. &amp;nbsp;I am playing soccer again. Sometimes I have games 3 times a week and we don't even get home till 11 o'clock. So the lack of schedule may be&amp;nbsp;what is&amp;nbsp;throwing him off? I guess I am trying to teach him to be a flexiable baby! We still have tears every night before bed the second I put him in his crib.&amp;nbsp;I don't know if I am doing it wrong because I have heard that the crying gets less and less over time and eventually they stop. His crying is getting longer and louder almost every night. I do go in there like every 5 min to try to help him calm down without picking him up. I put his binki back in and somtimes it helps a little. Last night I had a late game and he was screaming so long. I tried to distract myslef in the other room by eating leftover Halloween candy. It was dumb Crunch bars and I don't even like them! Talk about emotional eating. I better get him sleeping soon or I am going to look prego forever :)!!! I felf so bad, so I gave in a picked up because he wasn't calming down at all. His poor pj's were wet with sweat from crying so hard. Kade really is such a happy baby when he is rested and full. He is smiling all the time now. He just started laughing and it melts my heart. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much at him. He cracks me up all the time....BUT we really still aren't good sleepers. Once I finally get him down (it's like an hour process every night at least) then he does do great at going back to sleep after the night feeds. Does anyone have any tips to help with naps and bedtime? Do I need to just let him cry a little longer without going in? It's so sad, but I feel I really need to teach him to sleep now because he's happier when he's rested. Also, he is a cat napper and I don't know how to get him to take better naps.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZetLMXBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/QzyI0ZWE4Ik/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZetLMXBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/QzyI0ZWE4Ik/s320/018.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade plays with his friend 'Cherry Girl' every morning while I eat breakfast. :) Kade is our little mascot on my Thursday night indoor soccer Co-ed team. I love this team because other players have kids so it's like a big family. We have all played together for the 3 years I've lived here and it's fun to see their kids grow up. Sometimes Nate works Thursday nights so Kade has to sit in the little indoor dugout with the team. They are nice to hold him for me while I am in. Whoever is the sub takes care of all the babies. Last night some of the Mom's who don't play, and are nice to watch the kids,were at New Moon (I was so jealous, but didn't want to miss my game) so the subs had about 5 kids to juggle. I had Liberty and Kade on my knee trying to keep them happy. I just&amp;nbsp;LOVE little&amp;nbsp;Liberty but she was sad the her dad&amp;nbsp;was playing and wanted to be out there with him.&amp;nbsp;Last week Kade has his first header. It was VERY sad. The ball took a deflection and got him on the back of the head/sholder. Luckily it scared him more than anything and didn't get him hard. I had to come out of the game to calm him down and he was just fine. I think he was just trying to get involved in the action. 3 months is a little early for that.&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbYvF4GDGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gRZD37Ga3QI/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbYvF4GDGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/gRZD37Ga3QI/s320/007.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our little family recent fishing trip.&amp;nbsp; Kade wasn't a big fan of fishing qutie yet. He doesn't like the sun in his eyes. We were smart and didn't try camping this time and just made it a day trip. Nate liked having his whole family out with him. We just need to teach Kade not to cry while we are on the boat and scare all the fish away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbY_i3Sg_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/_aIc-P26Be0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbY_i3Sg_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/_aIc-P26Be0/s320/011.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbbI5-b-GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ntN9XBbnPlM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbbI5-b-GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ntN9XBbnPlM/s320/010.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with one of his favorite toys. I love that he is so interested in toys now. And suprise, surprise...he can't get enough of stuffed animals. I wonder who forced that upon him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZtqIF4DI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FU9UIbfegCA/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZtqIF4DI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FU9UIbfegCA/s320/029.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday Night Adventure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just say Nate told me this riviled among one of my top 10 worst ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday I was on a reading kick and read my book most of the day. By 4 o'clock I felt so lazy and wanted to get out of the house. I told Nate we should take a walk to Sonic and eat ice cream, and then walk back. He told me that it would be a really long walk and I didn't believe him that it would be that bad. I pushed, and pushed the issue and he agreed to do it if I really wanted to. I got Kade dressed up into is new monkey beenie and shades... and thank goodnes I put that beenie on him because little did I know we wouldn't be back for over 3 and a half hours! It was pitch dark and cold by the time we got to sonic. The sidewalk didn't line the road the whole way there, so we had to push the stroller along the rocks and dirt. It was over 4 miles just to get there! After we ate we sat on the benches for a while because I was dreading walking all the way home. I am a dingle. I guess I need to learn that to realize that I am&amp;nbsp; not always right......NAAA! Kade got sick of being in the stroller and was starving on the way home. So I carried him in the frontpack (luckily it was under the stroller basket) and Nate pushed the empty stroller. Hopefully we burned that Ice Cream off during our 8 mile walk. We like to go on daily walks to get some fresh air and we really enjoy that time together...but let's just say we probably won't be walking to Sonic anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZ8zpRIbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cxHVH-eeIIc/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZ8zpRIbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cxHVH-eeIIc/s320/028.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbnYZa6RII/AAAAAAAAA0E/8Z7-Em7a_fo/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbnYZa6RII/AAAAAAAAA0E/8Z7-Em7a_fo/s320/033.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7827502990504022152-6465275730911679911?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6465275730911679911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6465275730911679911' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6465275730911679911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6465275730911679911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/11/any-ideas.html' title='Any Ideas?'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SwbZPQvVUrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/yC2GGMZtKH4/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-6251941507255158111</id><published>2009-11-06T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:40:38.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR_8_mCfGI/AAAAAAAAAys/YmgAymDtXpg/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR_8_mCfGI/AAAAAAAAAys/YmgAymDtXpg/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our chunker has a bit of a large head. Grandma Davis brought him this beenie and he wasn't a fan of us trying to squeeze it over his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR7kGaKW2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/vEwaL08qzBw/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR7kGaKW2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/vEwaL08qzBw/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade dressed up for Halloween like 4 different times, and in a different costume each time. I love dressing up more than anything! So Halloween is such a great Holiday in my book. Unfortuantly, because of the blessing we weren't to focused on Halloween for Nate and I this year. This cat outfit was acutally my little brother, Marks, when he was a baby. He got the nickname "Fat Cat" after wearing it, and we all called him that for years becasue of it. I am so glad my mom saved it. It was so funny to see Kade in it. He kinda looked like a Bat in it though :) Kade was also a Monkey and he wore that a couple times during the week (I think Halloween should be all week long) For our pumpkin carving party, he had to be a pumpkin of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSAMiANGoI/AAAAAAAAAy0/fKWDw0IAzX0/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSAMiANGoI/AAAAAAAAAy0/fKWDw0IAzX0/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This wasn't a Halloween pic, just thought it was cute :) And sorry to all you Facebook friends out there who have already seen some of these pics. A lot of the pictures I put on there are the same as my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR7zI2bMZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/lTlxSXWdZ8w/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR7zI2bMZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/lTlxSXWdZ8w/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kade's new favortie toy! I LOVE LOVE LOVE to yard sale. The other weekend they had a communtiy garage sale so tons of houses had one. One street could have six sales. I was truly in heaven. There is nothing better than getting a good deal. Kathy and Hedi found this for me because we went to differnt sales and I was on the hunt for a bouncer.&amp;nbsp; Yes, Kade has the Davis gene in him and is to short for it. But he is a storng little man and his legs are getting buff from the bouncing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSBMZaRI6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nYJklngJTSU/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSBMZaRI6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nYJklngJTSU/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate likes to teese Kade and tell him he is storing nuts in his cheeks for the winter :) I can't believe how big he is getting! He seems so grown up and can do so many new things. He loves to hit and hold on to toys now. He tries to talk all the time. And giggles a lot too. Kade would rather stand than sit or lay. He loves when you hold his arms so he can stand up. He thinks he is so big and gets this proud look on his face. I think he is as competitive as his mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Can someone explain how to change my blog list so that I can see when others update? Thanks!&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/7827502990504022152-6251941507255158111?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/6251941507255158111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=6251941507255158111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6251941507255158111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/6251941507255158111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvR_8_mCfGI/AAAAAAAAAys/YmgAymDtXpg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-3720927886147544655</id><published>2009-11-06T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:22:59.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSFon6wEjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/UyWVmBVc5fI/s1600-h/2009-11-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSFon6wEjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/UyWVmBVc5fI/s400/2009-11-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great weekend last week. We blessed Kade on Nov. 1st. I picked kind of a tough weekend it being the day after Halloween and we have 8 o'clock church. But I am glad to say that we did make it on time, barley! We had some drama getting a blessing outfit. Nate and I picked one that we liked, but it was very casual and borderline looking like pajamas. So my mom and Brandi went to look at a store in American Fork for one because we weren't having much luck here.  My mom brought one down, they flew into AZ Friday night. I didn't even bother to try it on him because I thought it looked really  cute..at least on the hanger. Saturday was fun...we took Kade to the park, my mom played with him on a blanket and Nate, my dad and I played some soccer and Frisbee. We went on a walk, watched some football, and got the food ready for the brunch after his blessing. Later in the evening we finally tried the outfit on him to see which shoes would look best. I was dying...he looked like a pilgrim in it! You know in second grade when you celebrate Thanksgiving and half the class dresses like a pilgrim, and the other half Indians.....well Kade really did look like a pilgrim. The collar looked funny on him and the shorts looked like old school cool'lots! My mom and I rushed to North Mesa to a Boutique. It was our last hope to find something. The place was about to close when we got there and the worker lady was floored that the blessing was tomorrow and we didn't have anything yet. I guess the lady just doesn't know the way I roll. We got the little shorts/tux outfit. It was the best choice by far. It was kinda shinny, but he looked like a little gentleman in it so we liked it. Sunday was great. Nate did an AMAZING job on the blessing. I was so proud of him. It was very emotional for me. I love both my boys more than anything in this world. I am so glad we can be a family forever. I can't believe I am so blessed to have this little spirit be my son. Yes, I am more tired than I have ever been in my life. Yes, I am in the worst shape of my life and feel like I am going to die after my soccer games. Yes, my lifestyle has changed so much and I am not able to be as carefree and active. But every bit of it is truly worth it. I love this baby Kade so much and he is my pride and joy. We were grateful that my parents were able to come to the blessing. And that Nate's could be there too. None of our brothers were able to make it, so we were also so grateful for the friends we have made down here that were able to come and support us on that day.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-3720927886147544655?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/3720927886147544655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=3720927886147544655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3720927886147544655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/3720927886147544655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/11/kades-blessing.html' title='Kade&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SvSFon6wEjI/AAAAAAAAAzE/UyWVmBVc5fI/s72-c/2009-11-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2780335254124071132</id><published>2009-10-30T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:33:51.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut6p2R4wwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/E2jf46ypiaw/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut6p2R4wwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/E2jf46ypiaw/s400/Recently+Updated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love some friendly competition. Any chance to compete in somethng is fine by me. We had a pumpkin carving contest at our house. The Green's stole the show with their carvings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut8Dnvf-5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/4SQYmBtanGw/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut8Dnvf-5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/4SQYmBtanGw/s320/011.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, a few weeks ago we got together with some friends for the 1st Annual Fishing Tournament. It was a blast! We all camped at Roosevelt Lake and woke up early to start fishing. The teams were the different couples. Every couple had a weigher to weigh the fish. The most weight of fish caught was the winner. Our friends desinged a trophey for the winning team. Nate has it sitting proudly on his desk. We had a bit of advantage because Nate was the only one with a boat. I ended up casting only one time because I was in charge of the little man. Good thing my fisher husband was able to carry the team for all of us! He caught all the fish on his own. It was fun camping but hard to feed him in the middle of the night cramped up in a tent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut70yz_XyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Re8N61dE87E/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut70yz_XyI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Re8N61dE87E/s320/001.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade wasn't the biggest fan of the smoke from the fire, but he loved eating the smores :) My basketball shorts are hikin up in that pic...opps&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/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut7uR1giNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DQwZOEp6QWQ/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut7uR1giNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DQwZOEp6QWQ/s320/012.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was kinda cold at night, and really hot in the day. After a hard day of fishing Kade really needed to kick back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut7gZMd5CI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WH9aUlTGmHU/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Sut7gZMd5CI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WH9aUlTGmHU/s320/013.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SuuE8BOHFsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wjPX-BaUkJ0/s1600-h/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SuuE8BOHFsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/wjPX-BaUkJ0/s320/062.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St48xyH1KAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2BVR5LGoRt0/s1600-h/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St48xyH1KAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2BVR5LGoRt0/s320/047.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St45vJqFifI/AAAAAAAAAug/UzImbCIO0P4/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394812885845510642" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St45vJqFifI/AAAAAAAAAug/UzImbCIO0P4/s320/042.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St446jQvxVI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/z-kDpCFGf0Q/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394811982185481554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St446jQvxVI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/z-kDpCFGf0Q/s320/007.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad was naughty and was letting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; suck on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; loved it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; Nate took it away he'd start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St4450QLx2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/iivbAbvr62k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394811969566656354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St4450QLx2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/iivbAbvr62k/s320/010.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ride that horsey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St445T7lLkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/FMtHdonzHZM/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394811960890306114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St445T7lLkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/FMtHdonzHZM/s320/009.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St444g5FUoI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5rpe91nWc_E/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394811947189621378" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St444g5FUoI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5rpe91nWc_E/s320/011.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had dinner and card night over at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ivins&lt;/span&gt;...well, we didn't end up playing cards because we played with the babies instead, what's new! :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St444O06HII/AAAAAAAAAtw/XZG-YuESsFc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394811942340271234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St444O06HII/AAAAAAAAAtw/XZG-YuESsFc/s320/003.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St42N1LPdqI/AAAAAAAAAto/oo8fm70KznY/s1600-h/2009-10-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St42N1LPdqI/AAAAAAAAAto/oo8fm70KznY/s400/2009-10-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and I gradually started adding more and more stuffed animals to the pictures. Next thing we know he is covered in them. Nate put some on his head and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; thought this was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-4573937305483139461?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/4573937305483139461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=4573937305483139461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4573937305483139461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/4573937305483139461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/10/silly-parents.html' title='Silly Parents'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/St48xyH1KAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2BVR5LGoRt0/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-8562971421729509414</id><published>2009-10-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:22:11.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-D5f_7unI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HAztvdp2aWM/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390672302851209842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-D5f_7unI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HAztvdp2aWM/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first family vacation was so much fun! Kade did really well and loved all the attention he got. It was SO nice to hang out with family, and see a bunch of friends that I haven't seen in a while. The drive was really long and Kade is not a big fan of his car seat...as long as he was feed, and the car didn't stop moving then he did awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DIi_zGaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ftw3ZVPd6-Q/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390671461842360738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DIi_zGaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ftw3ZVPd6-Q/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did a fun little hike, my legs were sore the next day and we didn't even do much. Man 9 months really takes it out of you. This was marathon weekend in St. George. My dad has run 14 of them, so it is a tradition to have a little get away in st. g with the fam. The last few years Nate and I have run them too. This year Nate got hoaxed and didn't get drawn in the lottery. I didn't even sign up because I new I wouldn't have time to get in shape. My dad was originally planning on doing it but he hurt his foot really bad in his softball league this summer. He decided right before that it wouldn't be smart to gut it out. I am so glad my parents decided to go anyways. It was fun to have all of us in good moods instead of nervous or dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DIBS4_SI/AAAAAAAAAr4/L7vnJ4aG35s/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390671452795632930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DIBS4_SI/AAAAAAAAAr4/L7vnJ4aG35s/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We missed the M and Nat a ton. The boys wore their "B Creek" shirts that Mark designed to represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DHVIZygI/AAAAAAAAArw/GP6lyEw95wM/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390671440940485122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DHVIZygI/AAAAAAAAArw/GP6lyEw95wM/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DG2MhfgI/AAAAAAAAAro/M8PFphAS4p8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390671432636268034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DG2MhfgI/AAAAAAAAAro/M8PFphAS4p8/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade has started smiling so much. It just melts my heart every time!!! If you rub his head you can get a grin out of him for sure. Things have gotten a lot better too. I didn't look at the clock once the whole trip and I didn't care about a schedule and Kade did so much better with that. Sometimes he wants to eat every two hours.. sometimes he'll go four (rarely though, he loves his milk) sometimes he takes a long nap, sometimes he doesn't take one at all. He was so much happier. I think schedules are nice to make things predictable...but when have I ever liked predictable. Schedules stress me out and they don't work for Kade. Now I just read his cues and it's great not knowing when he is "supposed" to be hungry again. Also Brandi told me to try supplementing formula maybe once a day. This has made the world of difference. This little piggy has a few feeds a day where he wants to eat more than usual and my supply doesn't give him what he wants.  If he still needs more I will top him off 1-2 more ounces with formula. This has helped him become a lot less fussy and sleep longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DGHK5G8I/AAAAAAAAArg/fODvk6J4zGs/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390671420012960706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-DGHK5G8I/AAAAAAAAArg/fODvk6J4zGs/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Nate and Jeff were so happy to be fishing buddies. It's so funny how both of them love fishing SO MUCH! They went about every morning at 5 am. They both caught a bunch of fish and had a blast fishing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-Aa3VU3FI/AAAAAAAAArY/KLoCs4t6gt8/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668478004124754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-Aa3VU3FI/AAAAAAAAArY/KLoCs4t6gt8/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Davis is a crack up. She got Dylan and Kade matching outfits for everyday. In fact they had about 3 or 4 per day and we had to change them quite a few times to get their pics. We loved it and thought they looked so cute! Dylan didn't like the photo shoots as much as Kade did. I loved playing with Dylan. I couldn't believe how grown up he is! He took 13 steps to me when Brandi and I where practicing with him. It makes me tear up thinking about how far he has come this past few months. I have never seen him really want to eat so much food. He couldn't get enough of his chocolate chips and would say, "Yumm" at every bite. He is like a little parrot and echos almost every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AaamsYZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6Al9z3IS-zs/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668470292341138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AaamsYZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6Al9z3IS-zs/s320/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AZoLsAlI/AAAAAAAAArI/NmmE0JjZ2xA/s1600-h/158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668456757297746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AZoLsAlI/AAAAAAAAArI/NmmE0JjZ2xA/s320/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved the BYU shirt from Grandpa. We didn't think it would fit him because it was 6 months and Kade is only 7 1/2 weeks. But his Buddha belly filled it in perfect. It was just a little long. He is my chunker munker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AZPgRawI/AAAAAAAAArA/n385_i7N4u8/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668450132749058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AZPgRawI/AAAAAAAAArA/n385_i7N4u8/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade thinks Dylan is so funny and wants to learn all his tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AYVjvhaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Tde9vlO5EAk/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390668434578048418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-AYVjvhaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Tde9vlO5EAk/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; D kept trying to sit with Kader in his little bath holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9ylLVcJrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/RjYecuOpYok/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390653262009214642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9ylLVcJrI/AAAAAAAAAqw/RjYecuOpYok/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9ykmanD9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/FFkU_CUokZ0/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390653252098789330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9ykmanD9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/FFkU_CUokZ0/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa couldn't get enough of his boys. It was so funny that your vacations become so much different with babies around. All we wanted to do was take pictures of the boys and play with them. It was so much fun, I don't remember what we did before they were in our lives. My parents stayed the first 3 nights but then had to go back to work. The rest of us got another hotel to stay another 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9yj-wc58I/AAAAAAAAAqg/97xmLCLOC3g/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390653241452980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9yj-wc58I/AAAAAAAAAqg/97xmLCLOC3g/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9yjFxf41I/AAAAAAAAAqY/A_KrxASi_pU/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390653226156548946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9yjFxf41I/AAAAAAAAAqY/A_KrxASi_pU/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9yipi1FmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OVU9NTghW5Q/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390653218578830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss9yipi1FmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OVU9NTghW5Q/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was great having my Mom and Dad their to watch Kade. I was able to relax a ton. We got to do a lot of shopping and went out to eat with no stress at all from all the helping hands. Brandi and Jeff were very helpful too. I got to visit my old school that I taught at, it was great to see my old friends I taught with. We also got together with my old roommates that I love and miss, Mari Jo and Jalene and their husbands. Des and Kylee stopped by our hotel to visit and I was glad to see them too. We loved seeing Sam and Kendra and their kids. And Grandma Moore and the Behymers. Nate and I really like AZ and have met some great friends here. But St. George is one of our favorite places and hope to maybe end up there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-8562971421729509414?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/8562971421729509414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=8562971421729509414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8562971421729509414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/8562971421729509414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/10/st-george-trip.html' title='St. George Trip'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Ss-D5f_7unI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HAztvdp2aWM/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-2153250768039623471</id><published>2009-09-24T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:41:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade Kade Bo Bade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjKvAfuvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mwOxo4puV28/s1600-h/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385217921752480498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjKvAfuvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mwOxo4puV28/s320/028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kade loves watching fishing shows with his daddy! You have to check out his old man hair. It's bald around the sides and right on top, but he's got hair over his ears, the bottom of his head, and his spike on top. I can't get enough of it. His belly is sure getting bigger, this boy loves his milk! A fast feed for him is 45 min. he really likes to take his time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjJ0EqHrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MqT0WLQZGsw/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385217905932246706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjJ0EqHrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MqT0WLQZGsw/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read back on some my older post and it makes me nervous just reading it! Wow, I really sound crazy...I am luckily calming down quite a bit. Things are a little better with the feedings so we celebrate the improvements. Kade still just loves to be held every second of the day. He sat in his swing alone for 5 min. today and I couldn't believe it! I have been given great advice from you guys so thank you so much. One thing that Megan Chase told me that has helped is to only try to do one thing a day. Maybe you make dinner and that's it...Or one day do your hair or makeup but don't worry about doing both. That has been great advice because I thought I needed to be a super mom and do it all and that was making me crazy. So now my house is messy, I don't smell to good, but I am a lot nicer to my husband :) I still don't really sleep at all, but you kinda get used to getting by off of little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjJVNrxvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jr9GP82GIuI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385217897648604914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjJVNrxvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jr9GP82GIuI/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I could say I made this, but we all know the box of Betty Crocker is pushing it for me! Some friends from school came over to visit and bring presents. It was so nice to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjIxeG_mI/AAAAAAAAApw/WiKpr9R5O34/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385217888053821026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjIxeG_mI/AAAAAAAAApw/WiKpr9R5O34/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjIRXP9hI/AAAAAAAAApo/kAOr0L_7w1A/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385217879435114002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjIRXP9hI/AAAAAAAAApo/kAOr0L_7w1A/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhhrAK8UI/AAAAAAAAApg/FO7bmtxtiCA/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385216116791112002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhhrAK8UI/AAAAAAAAApg/FO7bmtxtiCA/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE stuffed animals, and so my goal is to get Kade to love them too (I really think he already does!) My mom always loves anything fluffy. I called to tell her I bought Kade this and she actually bought the exact same thing for him the same day up in Utah. Great minds think alike :) Kade is going to get made at me when he realises that I buy him the stuffed animals and then I am the one that sleeps with them! Last night I fell asleep with Gordy (that's the Gorilla's name) in my arms and I woke up freaking out screaming because I was on top of Gordy but I thought it was Kade. Nate woke up to me throwing blankets around saying, "were is he!..." Nate had to point out to me that Kade was sleeping in his bouncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Srwhg35AcoI/AAAAAAAAApY/m5OtlCp0Rgc/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385216103070855810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/Srwhg35AcoI/AAAAAAAAApY/m5OtlCp0Rgc/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhgXS3joI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VakkY_j0_ws/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385216094320955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhgXS3joI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VakkY_j0_ws/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhfnU88MI/AAAAAAAAApI/ed8-2FTXO1k/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385216081444794562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhfnU88MI/AAAAAAAAApI/ed8-2FTXO1k/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhfB3QL5I/AAAAAAAAApA/AV9NsceRYiA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385216071388114834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwhfB3QL5I/AAAAAAAAApA/AV9NsceRYiA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...Update on the Mountain Lion I saw fishing. Gma Sager babysat one night so Nate and I could go to Lake by ourselves. When we got there a girl came running to our car and said.. "Did you just see that??!!" she showed us her camera and she had just barley taken pictures of a bobcat. I had proof!!!!!!!!! It was the same thing I saw and in the same spot! ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827502990504022152-2153250768039623471?l=michandnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/feeds/2153250768039623471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827502990504022152&amp;postID=2153250768039623471' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2153250768039623471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827502990504022152/posts/default/2153250768039623471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michandnate.blogspot.com/2009/09/kade-kade-bo-bade.html' title='Kade Kade Bo Bade'/><author><name>Mich and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05955600696389304136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/S5qWviSV2yI/AAAAAAAABH0/ELdrdbLSO08/S220/302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrwjKvAfuvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mwOxo4puV28/s72-c/028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827502990504022152.post-5561440143377824328</id><published>2009-09-15T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:42:39.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Single Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrBsPuYQT7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/MNaLGOlz-VE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381920572111343538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RE3Hz1MH6nE/SrBsPuYQT7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/MNaLGOlz-VE/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it’s so funny how I totally thought I was going to know what I was doing when this little man got here. I mean why not…I read every book, bought every baby item, taught school (so maybe thought I had a niche with kids)…and then you throw it all out the window the day the stark drops your little bundle off! J I think that Heavenly Father has a special line in Heaven and gives medals to all the mamas out there, and I think Kade is going to make sure I work for mine. The first week of his life we totally thought that he was the easiest baby ever. Well, I forgot to knock on my 2X4. We were for sure that he had Nate’s personality traits; such as calm, laid back,
