<?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-9222098798019112400</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:28:14.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave and Crissie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2335202792848932409</id><published>2010-06-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:50:41.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Saturday outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;We just had to go to Rite-Aid.  Ice-cream cones at this store are a hit with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEyyuk62I/AAAAAAAAF-o/SQkshdQdV64/s1600/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEyyuk62I/AAAAAAAAF-o/SQkshdQdV64/s400/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those mom's that doesn't care if their kids get a little messy.  Well, I did care at first but then I saw that the fight against Cotton Candy flavored ice-cream was a losing battle, so I just let it happen.  And I left him like that for most of the day because as a Mom I find this adorable.  (No one else probably does:)&lt;br /&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/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEzUb50zI/AAAAAAAAF-w/wLQAOkHWFyw/s1600/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEzUb50zI/AAAAAAAAF-w/wLQAOkHWFyw/s400/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas is always wanting the good stuff.  I think the flavor almost matched his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEzqrRr6I/AAAAAAAAF-4/DxDM6unWj6M/s1600/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEzqrRr6I/AAAAAAAAF-4/DxDM6unWj6M/s400/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&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 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: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" 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/9222098798019112400-2335202792848932409?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2335202792848932409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=2335202792848932409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2335202792848932409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2335202792848932409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-saturday-outing.html' title='Fun Saturday outing'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/TAtEyyuk62I/AAAAAAAAF-o/SQkshdQdV64/s72-c/P1010041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-4513371831717339520</id><published>2010-05-17T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:50:47.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles never cease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Someone got a picture of us all looking at the camera.  Not all of us are smiling, but it's a decent family picture.  This was taken at Christmas when we were doing an extended family picture.  We were going to be outside, but had to change last minute to inside Libby's sunroom.  We almost never have success with getting the kids to cooperate long enough for a picture, so I'm happy to have this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S_HWVpDorrI/AAAAAAAAF6E/XGUelKXfGuE/s1600/Palmer+favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S_HWVpDorrI/AAAAAAAAF6E/XGUelKXfGuE/s400/Palmer+favorite.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 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/9222098798019112400-4513371831717339520?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4513371831717339520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=4513371831717339520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4513371831717339520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4513371831717339520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2010/05/miracles-never-cease.html' title='Miracles never cease...'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S_HWVpDorrI/AAAAAAAAF6E/XGUelKXfGuE/s72-c/Palmer+favorite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-9123948015164376258</id><published>2010-05-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:03:42.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like them in a box?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my children all decided to get into this box one day a few weeks ago.  Probably just because they wanted to see if they could all fit.  Of course, the baby had to be a part of it all, but he was not too happy in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eS3My-uaI/AAAAAAAAF40/A9P-p4kTqiQ/s1600/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eS3My-uaI/AAAAAAAAF40/A9P-p4kTqiQ/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with it being Mother's Day today, I am grateful that I get to be a Mom.  I have to say that it has been really overwhelming for me the last few months with having 4 children.  I think I have been humbled once again by the always daunting task and role of motherhood.  It can be so difficult at times. It can be discouraging and nerve-racking and tiresome.  And Tiresome!!!  And neverending in it's mundaneness.  Life just keeps rolling around to the weekend when I say once again that I'm going to get some rest and get on top of my weekend so that Sunday I can start afresh.  But Sundays are not always so fresh. By the time I'm getting kids off to church our house looks like a hurricane swept through.  But that can be somewhat normal for our house anyway.  It's just that I wish Sunday would just magically stay clean.  I wish I had the answer.  Once again...humbled by motherhood.  But today was celebrated nicely with a little sleep-in, breakfast in bed, dinner made by husband and a live band singing I'm a Child of God.  It's true.  The kids got out the tinker toys, made home-made drum sets and sang me their marching band style of that lovely hymn.  I also got cards, a walk with one of my kids, kisses and a Dutch oven, which I didn't even  know that I wanted but I'm kind of excited to try it out.  The thing that makes being a Mom so great is that no matter how hard it is, it's just insanely awesome!  In fact I think that it's so awesome because it of it's trying times. I do love my job and I DO  love them in a box! Mom -- I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" 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/9222098798019112400-9123948015164376258?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/9123948015164376258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=9123948015164376258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/9123948015164376258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/9123948015164376258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-you-like-them-in-box.html' title='Would you like them in a box?'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eS3My-uaI/AAAAAAAAF40/A9P-p4kTqiQ/s72-c/IMG_1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2476645791816308630</id><published>2010-04-25T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:40:43.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9UY0yiYP5I/AAAAAAAAF4I/0GOOrKWexJ8/s1600/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9UY0yiYP5I/AAAAAAAAF4I/0GOOrKWexJ8/s400/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss these three other girls. I need to give them a shout out! Melinda, is on the far left. She has 8 children! Does that seem weird when you look at her? Because it is! Who has 8 kids and looks like that? She does! And she LOVES every minute of it! Jessica is next to her with the dark brown hair. I always wanted her dark curls because my blonde straight hair was so boring! She has one little boy named Teddy who is so cute and she is becoming the most amazing and beautiful mother. Libby is the one next to me. She has 4 girls, about the same age as my boys and she looks 12. Really, when she was a returned missionary (age 22), she was getting on a flight and the lady at the counter asked her if she needed an escort. So every time we get together, we go back in time -- back to the good old days and memories...and we rehash the same memories over and over and laugh forever! It is awesome! We are trying to figure out a way to all live on the same street together and raise each others kids. (Think of all the breaks you could get or all the times you could run to the store without kids!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes...or usually...we get a little weird.  But it's always good for a laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9UY1YfceAI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/4HQueHFqE-k/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9UY1YfceAI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/4HQueHFqE-k/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" 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/9222098798019112400-2476645791816308630?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2476645791816308630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=2476645791816308630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2476645791816308630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2476645791816308630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2010/04/sister-time.html' title='Sister Time'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9UY0yiYP5I/AAAAAAAAF4I/0GOOrKWexJ8/s72-c/IMG_0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-5337615084536971976</id><published>2010-04-25T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:07:30.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9URvtKVDuI/AAAAAAAAF34/qfxBHC3_Yfk/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bet nobody has looked at my blog in over a year!  I am a very inconsistent blogger.  I go sometimes a year or longer between posts. Haha! We'll see if my next post waits until 2011 or 2012.  But I do have to say that I am enjoying this little boy! Isn't he the most adorable??  I LOVE him so much.  And he smiles like this pretty much all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9URvtKVDuI/AAAAAAAAF34/qfxBHC3_Yfk/s1600/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9URvtKVDuI/AAAAAAAAF34/qfxBHC3_Yfk/s400/IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I put this picture in so you could get a shot of my wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_a4seM3USePA/S9URwa6-5sI/AAAAAAAAF4A/H78KqpBfMJo/s1600/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9URwa6-5sI/AAAAAAAAF4A/H78KqpBfMJo/s400/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&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 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: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" 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/9222098798019112400-5337615084536971976?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5337615084536971976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=5337615084536971976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/5337615084536971976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/5337615084536971976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S9URvtKVDuI/AAAAAAAAF34/qfxBHC3_Yfk/s72-c/IMG_1231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-9114522392844880590</id><published>2008-10-13T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:57:54.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captured Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SPOnermUd9I/AAAAAAAACpg/dSL9z8utk48/s1600-h/IMG_2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SPOnermUd9I/AAAAAAAACpg/dSL9z8utk48/s400/IMG_2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_a4seM3USePA/SPOne3c_O2I/AAAAAAAACpo/Gu9LMFYsPmI/s1600-h/IMG_2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SPOne3c_O2I/AAAAAAAACpo/Gu9LMFYsPmI/s400/IMG_2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_a4seM3USePA/SPOne4N_11I/AAAAAAAACpw/_WR3U5qdOvg/s1600-h/IMG_2072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SPOne4N_11I/AAAAAAAACpw/_WR3U5qdOvg/s400/IMG_2072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/_a4seM3USePA/SPOnfN01nBI/AAAAAAAACp4/NbvEa2oDg8w/s1600-h/IMG_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SPOnfN01nBI/AAAAAAAACp4/NbvEa2oDg8w/s400/IMG_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks Julie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/9222098798019112400-9114522392844880590?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/9114522392844880590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=9114522392844880590' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/9114522392844880590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/9114522392844880590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/captured-moments.html' title='Captured Moments'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SPOnermUd9I/AAAAAAAACpg/dSL9z8utk48/s72-c/IMG_2050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-6870691135667794339</id><published>2008-10-01T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:03:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at that form</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SORj-3w1yzI/AAAAAAAACo4/jc9khK3sK_I/s1600-h/IMG_2044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SORj-3w1yzI/AAAAAAAACo4/jc9khK3sK_I/s400/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Showing some tummy while looking at the camera. Love the form. Squishable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/9222098798019112400-6870691135667794339?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/6870691135667794339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=6870691135667794339' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/6870691135667794339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/6870691135667794339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-that-form.html' title='Look at that form'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SORj-3w1yzI/AAAAAAAACo4/jc9khK3sK_I/s72-c/IMG_2044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7136684418825076694</id><published>2008-08-31T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:28:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Down South....Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our trip to Utah continued down South to the city of Hatch. Ever heard of it? It was a fun drive up the windy dirt road to get to the cabin and take in a view like this.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt4Lbxg24I/AAAAAAAABBg/TlTTVqyD5ng/s1600-h/P8070408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240914729205029762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt4Lbxg24I/AAAAAAAABBg/TlTTVqyD5ng/s400/P8070408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The family cabin, named Tucuban, is so much fun and has a tin roof. We were blessed with plenty of rain down there and enjoyed listening to the sound of the rain hitting the roof. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1NjDV2cI/AAAAAAAABA4/XM767zslzyw/s1600-h/P8080435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911466983709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1NjDV2cI/AAAAAAAABA4/XM767zslzyw/s400/P8080435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camping at Tucuban was peaceful and beautiful. This picture is of the river on the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1NzMtHeI/AAAAAAAABBA/gwUbvXtA8x4/s1600-h/P8070402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911471317949922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1NzMtHeI/AAAAAAAABBA/gwUbvXtA8x4/s400/P8070402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as Dave did when he was a kid, the boys enjoyed walking on the rocks and fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1OQElE8I/AAAAAAAABBI/0duaznZi8Ls/s1600-h/P8070399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911479068496834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1OQElE8I/AAAAAAAABBI/0duaznZi8Ls/s400/P8070399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dave and Isaac happy to be here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1OsIOmgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/sPDmlomBXo0/s1600-h/P8070404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911486599993858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1OsIOmgI/AAAAAAAABBQ/sPDmlomBXo0/s400/P8070404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow in between all the rains, we did find time to build a fire and roast hot dogs and smores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1PSOvrpI/AAAAAAAABBY/7C6898TiAgM/s1600-h/P8080442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240911496827874962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt1PSOvrpI/AAAAAAAABBY/7C6898TiAgM/s400/P8080442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0Qk0PcwI/AAAAAAAABAQ/8jOa1dJfIhs/s1600-h/P8070402.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also found time to find some red rock to hike around. The boys enjoyed hiking around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0Q9MCVBI/AAAAAAAABAY/MQL7Vf6Pzf0/s1600-h/P8080421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240910426027480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0Q9MCVBI/AAAAAAAABAY/MQL7Vf6Pzf0/s400/P8080421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We finished our trip by stopping in St. George to visit my brother David and his amazing and fun yoga -teaching wife Kim, and their 3 girls. What a fun family. I'm still trying to remember my yoga postures, Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0RY2vhRI/AAAAAAAABAg/NOsnzxBh93c/s1600-h/P8090446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240910433454359826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0RY2vhRI/AAAAAAAABAg/NOsnzxBh93c/s400/P8090446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are Jonny and James with the youngest cousin Sasha. She is so adorable and sweet to hang out with our boys. All the girls in between their comings and goings were so fun to be with (unfortunately no pictures of Stephanie and Brooke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0R72VlfI/AAAAAAAABAo/U0W3_RYb6oE/s1600-h/P8090448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240910442847901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0R72VlfI/AAAAAAAABAo/U0W3_RYb6oE/s400/P8090448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The day with my brother and family was spent enjoying their amazing view of his back yard (Snow Canyon National Park) and swimming in the pool. Aaaahhh! When can we come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0SUoAyNI/AAAAAAAABAw/MrpaBmKCLD8/s1600-h/P8090443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240910449498704082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt0SUoAyNI/AAAAAAAABAw/MrpaBmKCLD8/s400/P8090443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great trip and we can't wait to go back next year! Or better yet, some of you come and visit us. It's your turn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-7136684418825076694?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7136684418825076694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7136684418825076694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7136684418825076694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7136684418825076694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/08/utah-down-southpart-2.html' title='Utah Down South....Part 2'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SLt4Lbxg24I/AAAAAAAABBg/TlTTVqyD5ng/s72-c/P8070408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-4274906456340013694</id><published>2008-08-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:23:52.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation '08 (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just returned from a trip to Utah and had a blast!  Here are some of the highlights. Before we even got to Utah we decided to stop at Lake Tahoe and take a look since none of us have ever been there before. It was scenic and beautiful and we hope to go back sometime soon. Here is Isaac in the water. He never seems to get enough of any water activities we do.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIYqTIjkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/W8dRK2fywhY/s1600-h/P8010267%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234247517931605570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIYqTIjkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/W8dRK2fywhY/s400/P8010267%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's in Utah? Two of my awesome sisters and their families. We had time with each and enjoyed all of it. Here's a cute picture of Melinda and Jessica (my other sister Libby missing due to her living much too far away in N. J.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIYuBUfvI/AAAAAAAAA_o/N2HVlG8BbRY/s1600-h/P8040313%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234247518930632434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIYuBUfvI/AAAAAAAAA_o/N2HVlG8BbRY/s400/P8040313%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the highlights was seeing Jessica's brand new 6-week old baby Theodore (aka Teddy). He is most precious and beautiful and I love seeing Jessica as a new Mom. This baby is one loved boy. I can't wait for Isaac and him to grow up and play together. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIY0-M97I/AAAAAAAAA_w/_3eqRVQ5qrQ/s1600-h/P8060387%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234247520796604338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIY0-M97I/AAAAAAAAA_w/_3eqRVQ5qrQ/s400/P8060387%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course another highlight was seeing Melinda's family.  Her kids are so cute and really great kids.  Here are two of them -- J.M.  (14) and Eden (7 months)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPHfQH8ThI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/bcLARSKnnZQ/s1600-h/P8030310%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234246531652800018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPHfQH8ThI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/bcLARSKnnZQ/s400/P8030310%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Melinda's oldest daughters, Maudi (13) and Taylor (17).  They came over to Jessica's for a girls night while Dave and my brother-in-law Mike took the young ones camping.  I heard it was a rough night, but hey, we had a great time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElD6KwPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-rKA_TIMYYE/s1600-h/P8050357%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234243332918132978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElD6KwPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-rKA_TIMYYE/s400/P8050357%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are three more of Melinda's kids -- Samuel (9), David (7) and Kayte(5) sandwiched between my two on the T-Rex at Thanksgiving Point's dinosaur museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElLxWQcI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mmKxEugyIN8/s1600-h/P8040317%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234243335028621762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElLxWQcI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mmKxEugyIN8/s400/P8040317%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And also Ammon (age 3), another of Melinda's kids.  Did I mention my sister Melinda is busy?  She is such a great Mom and I'm amazed at how she is able to give of herself to all of her children.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElOYLVpI/AAAAAAAAA-g/D2OsOUiLeHc/s1600-h/P8040315%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234243335728354962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElOYLVpI/AAAAAAAAA-g/D2OsOUiLeHc/s400/P8040315%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our two blondies -- James and Ammon loving the display of dinosaurs and volcanoes and sea life at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElf82M-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/IA65R9G-HDo/s1600-h/P8040314%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234243340445561826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPElf82M-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/IA65R9G-HDo/s400/P8040314%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight was going over to Grandma's house for a fun FHE of yard clean-up and root-beer floats.  I think it's great my kids know their great-grandma because she is one of the most amazing people in this world -- always serving and building others and never a complaint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCMgjhgnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/oUChOR0gYW0/s1600-h/P8040340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCMgjhgnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/oUChOR0gYW0/s400/P8040340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course visiting Utah without swimming at the AF pool just wouldn't cut it.  It's practically tradition.  I love seeing all those boy cousins together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCMoU2EfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h2eX7UxbJ44/s1600-h/P8060369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCMoU2EfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/h2eX7UxbJ44/s400/P8060369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cracked me up seeing the men (Dave, Mark and Mike) on the front lawn of Mom and Dad's house deep in conversation about who knows what.  (Mom and Dad -- we can't wait for you to come back from your mission to do more of this family bonding stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCMz5E0YI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Mj36VOyZmFw/s1600-h/P8060377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCMz5E0YI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Mj36VOyZmFw/s400/P8060377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sisters and everyone for a great time!!!  I already miss you.  Your turn to come out here for a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCNELqbKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QXiA1QOidh8/s1600-h/P8060381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPCNELqbKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QXiA1QOidh8/s400/P8060381.JPG" 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/9222098798019112400-4274906456340013694?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4274906456340013694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=4274906456340013694' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4274906456340013694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4274906456340013694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-vacation-08-part-1.html' title='Family Vacation &apos;08 (Part 1)'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SKPIYqTIjkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/W8dRK2fywhY/s72-c/P8010267%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-4486258662268661857</id><published>2008-07-29T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:51:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop growing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My James is going to be 4 in one week.  I love him too much and don't want to let him grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a4seM3USePA/SI_lT1KnF2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/GHUS0XKW1BA/s1600-h/P9070141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a4seM3USePA/SI_lT1KnF2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/GHUS0XKW1BA/s400/P9070141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last week Dave was out of town and I wrote these thoughts down in an email to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For some reason, the solitude I've had this week has allowed me to somewhat calm down.  I am always running and dealing with things...taking kids here and there, involved with park days, swim lessons, summer camps, etc.  So this week we have had nothing and my phone has barely rung and it forced me to slow down. So today I reflected and just went with the flow of the kids.  It was nice.  I got to just be with them and I especially took notice of James who so often gets lost in the talking of Jonny and the physical demands of Isaac.  I had fun discovering with him how a model train goes around a track at the museum today.  I watched him get excitedly scared while watching the big crocodile-looking animal in the Land Before Time as I folded laundry.  He would gasp, cover his mouth and squeal right before he'd look at me and say, "I'm not scared, Mom."  And I got to play ice hockey with him and shoot dinosaurs with him at Chuckey Cheese.  He beat me at ice hockey and his delight was and always is so endearing.  I saw him jump around inside the car as we were trying to go somewhere and as my impatience started getting the best of me, I noticed that he wasn't just jumping around.  He was doing things that he saw needed to be done first before he got in his carseat, i.e. choosing the exact cd he wanted to listen to, and then finding just the right toy for Isaac so that he would stop fussing.  Then he was ready.  On our outing, he brought along a small dinosaur and the dinosaur would have to eat leaves everywhere we went.  Danville and San Ramon have a lot of leaves, but sometimes we would get caught up in a parking lot island waiting for that dinosaur to finish eating those leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit emotional about this because I feel like the last couple of years with James have flown by and have I really been able to just "be" with him and enjoy who he is?  I can't stand that he is going to be four and I don't know if I savored the time with him like I should have.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom in her experience of raising 5 children said that with raising kids, you pay so much attention to the first one that you blink your eyes and all the younger ones grew up without you even noticing.  That's what I feel like has happened with my sweet James.  He is growing up and I'm not sure I'm ready for it yet.  But what can I do?  Life has got to happen.  Love you James!&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/9222098798019112400-4486258662268661857?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4486258662268661857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=4486258662268661857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4486258662268661857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4486258662268661857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-growing-up.html' title='Stop growing up!'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_a4seM3USePA/SI_lT1KnF2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/GHUS0XKW1BA/s72-c/P9070141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7572607168607229108</id><published>2008-04-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:31:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently we had a very fun visitor come California. Dave's sister, Julie, who is super fun and happens to also be an amazing aunt (as you can see her always giving us Mom's a break from holding our children), came here for her Spring Break! (Although this is a picture from a while ago.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA1vtTUDhOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/GsVpjEHXd4c/s1600-h/P8090067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yjUDhcI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/cqK5ErxGRLA/s1600-h/P8090067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191935456761316802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yjUDhcI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/cqK5ErxGRLA/s400/P8090067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yjUDhdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1-qi89qs67U/s1600-h/100_1152%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191935456761316818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yjUDhdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1-qi89qs67U/s400/100_1152%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always do fun things when Julie is in town. And the cousins see more of each other. Here is Grandpa holding Isaac and cousin Baby Dayne. (At Chuck E. Cheese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yzUDheI/AAAAAAAAA4o/6R1Vu-Zkn30/s1600-h/100_1157%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191935461056284130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yzUDheI/AAAAAAAAA4o/6R1Vu-Zkn30/s400/100_1157%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James taking after his dad doing water sports.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA1vtjUDhQI/AAAAAAAAA24/iEYoPgXImPg/s1600-h/100_1157%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yzUDhfI/AAAAAAAAA4w/cD7KLhmfyYc/s1600-h/100_1153%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191935461056284146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yzUDhfI/AAAAAAAAA4w/cD7KLhmfyYc/s400/100_1153%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonny and cousin Crewe killing the dinosaurs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11zTUDhgI/AAAAAAAAA44/kpL-pDlelbY/s1600-h/100_1168%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191935469646218754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11zTUDhgI/AAAAAAAAA44/kpL-pDlelbY/s400/100_1168%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trampoline was new that week too, so the boys enjoyed a lot of jumping time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VDUDhYI/AAAAAAAAA34/wxvEfBjRgBg/s1600-h/100_1172%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191934949955175810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VDUDhYI/AAAAAAAAA34/wxvEfBjRgBg/s400/100_1172%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonny couldn't be any happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VTUDhZI/AAAAAAAAA4A/s4YgSJGeWoY/s1600-h/100_1176%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191934954250143122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VTUDhZI/AAAAAAAAA4A/s4YgSJGeWoY/s400/100_1176%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was over for rock band (thanks Ashley) and we tried sticking the boys in the room to watch a movie and maybe go to sleep. No such luck. They were not tired and wanted in on all the action.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA1vSjUDhNI/AAAAAAAAA2g/q5xZce8Y23g/s1600-h/100_1180%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VjUDhaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/BO1lnFLsr2o/s1600-h/100_1178%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191934958545110434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VjUDhaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/BO1lnFLsr2o/s400/100_1178%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James was loving the drums. I don't have a picture of Crewe but he is pretty darn good at the guitar, especially those dance moves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VjUDhbI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8cvFcYqNnYA/s1600-h/100_1180%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191934958545110450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11VjUDhbI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/8cvFcYqNnYA/s400/100_1180%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The partying had to come to an end at some point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-7572607168607229108?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7572607168607229108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7572607168607229108' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7572607168607229108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7572607168607229108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/posted-by-picasa.html' title='Fun Visitor'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SA11yjUDhcI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/cqK5ErxGRLA/s72-c/P8090067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7422893031132405111</id><published>2008-04-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:00:05.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEXvTYjCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4CUAvLFi9K4/s1600-h/Isaac+Utah+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEXvTYjCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4CUAvLFi9K4/s400/Isaac+Utah+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isaac might be a little too big for his carseat. I won't give it up though until he gets so heavy I can't carry him anymore, which is almost now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEX_TYjDI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QZEAo_W0HUk/s1600-h/Isaac+Utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEX_TYjDI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QZEAo_W0HUk/s400/Isaac+Utah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love those cheeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEYfTYjEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/133FlVR0JUc/s1600-h/Isaac+Utah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEYfTYjEI/AAAAAAAAA0o/133FlVR0JUc/s400/Isaac+Utah+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaac's first trip to the snow. We were in Utah just for fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" 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/9222098798019112400-7422893031132405111?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7422893031132405111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7422893031132405111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7422893031132405111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7422893031132405111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/photos-of-isaac.html' title='Photos of Isaac'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/SAGEXvTYjCI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4CUAvLFi9K4/s72-c/Isaac+Utah+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2122722188690779639</id><published>2008-02-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:37:09.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I originally wanted to title this 'Shout out to James', but decided to change it to 'Shouting James' since that is what he is currently doing right now. See, I'm supposed to be doing yoga with Dave in our living room (don't laugh, we're trying...) but James decided he had every reason to be out of bed. So he is upset that I have been putting him back in bed without any acknowledgement to his 'needs of the moment'. But really this is a shout out to James and how much he has grown up even just these last few months. I acquired these pictures from a friend and one of the Moms in our preschool group. I just have to say, I LOVE this preschool. I love the concept of moms taking turns and that I get to participate and that so many other moms are amazing in the way they come up with ideas and contribute to make preschool in their home a successful and fun experience. And I also Love the Cost! ...which is pretty much free. So thank you to all the moms who are or have participated in this. James has grown and&lt;/span&gt; learned &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a lot and most of all made some great friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/R607On8NupI/AAAAAAAAAxs/AMDat27rU7g/s1600-h/zoo+kids+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/R607On8NupI/AAAAAAAAAxs/AMDat27rU7g/s400/zoo+kids+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;James out in front at the zoo with all the kids in his preschool group. Six kids total (each with a baby brother or sister making it 12 kids total).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/R607O38NuqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/XjX0YhcYWFI/s1600-h/jungle+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/R607O38NuqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/XjX0YhcYWFI/s400/jungle+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He had a 'J for Jungle' theme and went on Safari with binoculars that each child made. (I wish that was my idea -- very cute!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/9222098798019112400-2122722188690779639?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2122722188690779639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=2122722188690779639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2122722188690779639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2122722188690779639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/02/shouting-james_08.html' title='Shouting James'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/R607On8NupI/AAAAAAAAAxs/AMDat27rU7g/s72-c/zoo+kids+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-8037444800782664248</id><published>2008-02-04T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:10:29.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVEN THINGS of '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, I was tagged by my sister, Jessica, months ago, but now I am finally getting around to doing one of those list things where you reveal a few things about yourself. So here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seven Things I learned in 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Three children are more fun and less stressful than I thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Under a lot of pressure, I can and did rise to the occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I'll probably never know what it's like to give birth naturally (c-sections for me every time) and I think I'm okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. My husband is still an amazing Dad and 'gets' boys way more than I ever will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Some years are better than others, this one was better than the last for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. New wrinkles can just pop up out of the blue without much notice. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. After 3 babies, I still got what it takes to wakeboard. Whew! And I don't ever want to quit doing those fun things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seven Goals for 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Go to bed earlier -- (don't laugh Dave, one of these days...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Do a mini triathlon (very mini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Do yoga or something semi-regular for my physical well-being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Tackle some home-improvement projects (i.e. paint, furnish, put pictures up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Write my parents more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Be more patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Try not to ever yell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-8037444800782664248?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8037444800782664248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=8037444800782664248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/8037444800782664248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/8037444800782664248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2008/02/seven-things-of-07.html' title='SEVEN THINGS of &apos;07'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-1186073538444457003</id><published>2007-11-04T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:08:35.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest of Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6yriaVIzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VcuVqnuMTUs/s1600-h/PB020191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6yriaVIzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VcuVqnuMTUs/s400/PB020191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Isaac! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6yryaVI0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ta523_BJn1w/s1600-h/PB020199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6yryaVI0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ta523_BJn1w/s400/PB020199.JPG" border="0" /&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 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/9222098798019112400-1186073538444457003?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1186073538444457003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=1186073538444457003' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/1186073538444457003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/1186073538444457003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/11/latest-of-isaac.html' title='The latest of Isaac'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6yriaVIzI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VcuVqnuMTUs/s72-c/PB020191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-613151332270651171</id><published>2007-11-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:07:54.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6xhiaVIwI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/owZXyBcRv5M/s1600-h/PA270179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6xhiaVIwI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/owZXyBcRv5M/s400/PA270179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isaac was an itsy bitsy spider. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6xhyaVIxI/AAAAAAAAAvY/2pzMJYUrfOg/s1600-h/PA310183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6xhyaVIxI/AAAAAAAAAvY/2pzMJYUrfOg/s400/PA310183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;James was Superman. And Jonny was so sick on Halloween night that he wouldn't let me take his picture. We ended up pushing him around in a stroller and he made it up to maybe 3 doors before he asked to go back home. But he was Thomas the Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6xiCaVIyI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_3JdIRPVmMw/s1600-h/PB020191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" 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/9222098798019112400-613151332270651171?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/613151332270651171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=613151332270651171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/613151332270651171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/613151332270651171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6xhiaVIwI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/owZXyBcRv5M/s72-c/PA270179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7536647730344750108</id><published>2007-11-04T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:06:56.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James' Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wVyaVItI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HecxyMFvI7g/s1600-h/P8100085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wVyaVItI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HecxyMFvI7g/s400/P8100085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is so happy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wWSaVIuI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-t5LK9-JgoA/s1600-h/P8100089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wWSaVIuI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-t5LK9-JgoA/s400/P8100089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Go, Diego, Go' is one of his favorite shows and so he had a Diego themed party, got a Diego t-shirt and now a Diego bike, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wWSaVIvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/rek9ChPD2S4/s1600-h/P8110097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wWSaVIvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/rek9ChPD2S4/s400/P8110097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;James' shared a 2nd party with his 2nd cousin Savannah who was in town from TX for the weekend. They both turned 3 within a few days of each other. We were up at the Palmer cabin on this day. &lt;/p&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/9222098798019112400-7536647730344750108?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7536647730344750108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7536647730344750108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7536647730344750108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7536647730344750108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/11/james-birthday.html' title='James&apos; Birthday'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Ry6wVyaVItI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HecxyMFvI7g/s72-c/P8100085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2045804528426186727</id><published>2007-10-26T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:28:12.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistahs</title><content type='html'>I just have to say there is nothing like having sisters. There is just a special bond that you can't put into words. When I was younger I used to always borrow my older sister Melinda's clothes. It used to bug her so bad when I would raid her closet, but she just had way cooler clothes than me. I used to never get along with my little sister Libby, we were just opposites growing up -- she being 'perfect' and me so not. :) And Jessica, who by default of being the baby got picked on quite a bit by everyone older and 'wiser' -- we used to fight like cats and dogs, or maybe just cats. :) But somehow I think it all worked out in the end, somehow we made it through those younger years and now can look back and laugh and have no hard feelings. I feel that we are lucky for that, that we get along so well now, because not everyone makes it through those tough years and comes out still loving each other. I remember the last fight my older sister, Melinda and I had. I remember because we were almost too old to fight, and it had been a while since we were in the hurting each other phase. She was 19 and I was 15, she came back from college to El Paso and she did something that made me mad (which I can't remember now), and so my reaction was to kick her as hard as I could in the shin. She yelled in pain and grabbed her leg for a couple of seconds, and then she gave me this look. Every kid who has an older sibling knows this look, the one where you know your only way to survive is flight or fight. Did I mention she was &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; into weight lifting back then? In fact, she was way proud of those guns and they were HUGE. So anyway, I remember seeing the look on her face and I booked down the hall and ran into my room (I was in track) and shut and locked the door. I can't remember if she had chased after me, but I remember that I stayed in my room for about 2 hours, fearful that when I came out she would pummel me. Well, eventually I did come out and she was over it. I never heard a word about it again. It wasn't until very recently that I asked her why she didn't kill me for that, because that is just what older siblings do, they almost always get the last word. She told me that because we had been getting along so well for a while, that she thought about it and decided that it wasn't worth ruining our relationship that had been developing for such a short while. And so she bit it and let it pass (thankfully). I will always be grateful for her wisdom in seeing the bigger picture at the time. She opened up a new world of how sisters can get along without all the drama.  It was sort of a milestone that day because her maturity helped me to grow up a little bit too -- (not that any of the girls in my family are mature by any means.)  Thank goodness we got better at getting along because then we inherited an awesome sister-in-law and of course now I have even more sisters that I inherited through Dave's family -- all of them super cool.  These new sisters don't know that I used to bite and scream and kick others in the shin, but I guess they know now.  Anyway, I just love having sisters.  There is nothing like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-2045804528426186727?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2045804528426186727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=2045804528426186727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2045804528426186727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2045804528426186727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/sistahs.html' title='Sistahs'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2230833369847544748</id><published>2007-10-12T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:00:46.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Andy Singing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/e3nwnnUMtgE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/e3nwnnUMtgE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a pretty good collection and sums up Andy in a nutshell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-2230833369847544748?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2230833369847544748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=2230833369847544748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2230833369847544748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2230833369847544748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-andy-singing.html' title='More Andy Singing....'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-4596304330966116919</id><published>2007-10-12T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:56:04.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy sings Erasure </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/G2XVzXny7pc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/G2XVzXny7pc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you not love Andy's singing?  I love that he breaks into song on the show. So awesome!  He might be moving into my favorite character on the show.  Last night he tried to court Angela, who unbeknownst to him is in the middle of a break up with Dwight. She is oblivious to his attempts, but he may have made a breakthrough last night. And P.S., if you don't like Andy then "You like So need Awesome Lessons".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-4596304330966116919?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/4596304330966116919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=4596304330966116919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4596304330966116919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/4596304330966116919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/andy-sings-erasure.html' title='Andy sings Erasure '/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7357701386433623486</id><published>2007-10-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:45:34.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework, Homework, and more HOMEWORK!!!</title><content type='html'>So being a student again is so hard right now with three kids.  Did I say being a student again?  I meant being the parent of a student.  Okay, I know we are talking kindergarten, but the homework they require is sometimes overwhelming for me.  I know it's only a few worksheets here and there, but now they've added reading -- 2 books every day -- one Jonny reads to me and one I read to him.  It's also a little hard to do the worksheet stuff when your child has a natural aversion to doing anything with a pencil.  There is not a whole lot of interest in writing with him -- (I think that is kind of a boy thing), but the good news is that I had a mini teacher conference today with his teacher and he is doing really great at school socially and academically.  The funny thing that happened yesterday was he brought his school packet home which shows all the work they've been doing at school.  And I pulled out his writing stuff and his letters looked &lt;em&gt;Amazing! &lt;/em&gt; They were clear, dark letters with great form and I was like Wow -- he has improved a lot!  So I said, "Jonny, Wow, did you do all these letters?"  He said "Yeah.  Well, actually no, Kaitlyn did them for me.  I don't really like doing letters so she helps me out and did those for me."  Hahahahah!  I don't think he even gets the concept of cheating at this age.  I think in his mind, he's like "hey, this stuff is hard and boring and if this girl is willing to do this for me, then that suits me just fine."  We'll definitely have to nip this and hopefully it won't become a problem, but I thought that was kind of funny that he figured out a better way in his mind.  Jonny does like school though and seems to enjoy having a routine and structure.  It is actually suiting him very well.  He's starting to tell James certain rules about things because that's what his teacher says you're supposed to do.  And James has just started our Mom's Preschool where I get to take part one every four weeks.  He LOVES it and loves his little friends (2 boys and a girl) who do it with him.  No homework for him though :) and he loves being the 'oldest at home' while Jonny is off to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-7357701386433623486?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7357701386433623486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7357701386433623486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7357701386433623486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7357701386433623486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/homework-homework-and-more-homework.html' title='Homework, Homework, and more HOMEWORK!!!'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-6035331491466935447</id><published>2007-10-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:08:59.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2PJpSWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/imZZTvRSAgs/s1600-h/P8270083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2PJpSWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/imZZTvRSAgs/s400/P8270083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonny's 1st day of orientation. Dave and I went with Jonny to meet his teacher and classmates and as you can see he was so So Excited! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2fJpSXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/R22Ea02BvAA/s1600-h/P8270086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2fJpSXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/R22Ea02BvAA/s400/P8270086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His teacher made a great 1st impression when she gave each child a baggie with mini smores in them (baby marshmallows, teddy grahams and chocolate chips). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2vJpSYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dxse_GyGarI/s1600-h/P8280104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2vJpSYI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dxse_GyGarI/s400/P8280104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The very next day was Jonny's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; first day of school where he went all by himself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2_JpSZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/n5cjk57-zLM/s1600-h/P8280106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2_JpSZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/n5cjk57-zLM/s400/P8280106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course, James, too was in on all the excitement! &lt;/p&gt;&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/9222098798019112400-6035331491466935447?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/6035331491466935447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=6035331491466935447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/6035331491466935447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/6035331491466935447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rw2h2PJpSWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/imZZTvRSAgs/s72-c/P8270083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7529242282560233436</id><published>2007-10-07T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:31:06.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain James and Jonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rwm-cfJpSUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Rl6rszLO11o/s1600-h/P5190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rwm-cfJpSUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Rl6rszLO11o/s400/P5190023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you say no to those eyes and that face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rwm-dPJpSVI/AAAAAAAAAts/nyP_kqdBXi0/s1600-h/P5190024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rwm-dPJpSVI/AAAAAAAAAts/nyP_kqdBXi0/s400/P5190024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't help but smile every time I see these pictures. They were taken about a year ago, so James was 2 and Jonny 4. They loved and still do love dressing as pirates and such and climbing into those boxes and pretending that the boxes are their boats. They can play forever that way. Gotta love these days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-7529242282560233436?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7529242282560233436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7529242282560233436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7529242282560233436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7529242282560233436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Captain James and Jonny'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rwm-cfJpSUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Rl6rszLO11o/s72-c/P5190023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7283401736776651902</id><published>2007-10-03T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:37:59.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatin' to the Oldies</title><content type='html'>So this week I got a coupon in the mail to recieve a free consultation for a program where you get one-on-one fitness training. I have been wanting to have an exercise program for years, actually, but I know I'm the type of person who needs someone to push me or check up on&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwQg6AGsHnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6NM4y9yq4ts/s1600-h/Simmons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwQg6AGsHnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6NM4y9yq4ts/s400/Simmons1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, or help me to set the right goals. Not to mention that having a post-prego body that seems to get worse with each child made me want to give it try and just see what they had to offer. So with the hopes that the kids would be down by 8:00, I made my appointment with Scott for 8:15. Come 8:00 that evening, I very hesitantly walked out the door as I saw a screaming infant and 2 hyper/excited boys who were supposed to be going to bed and a husband who, as I was trying to blow the appointment off, was saying that "when we make commitments, we keep commitments". So with that I ditched everyone and went out for a peaceful drive to the facility. Well, let me tell you I heard all the buzz words that could've hit home with me except for the fact that it took the guy a whole entire hour to tell me what they had to offer in what he could have easily told me in 15 minutes. You know the buzz words -- things like these machines have 'cutting edge' technology, and we don't work muscles in isolation, it's all about 'functional training', and 'celebrities' are now using these same machines (He mentioned the movie &lt;em&gt;300&lt;/em&gt; too many times which I have only heard of whose main actors I guess got really ripped using these same machines.) Of course at the tail end he slipped in the cost which was only around $70 per 45 minute session. I did almost fall asleep while he was talking until he got to that price. Anyways, if you guys know our family then you know that the price pretty much made our decision rather simple. So back to square one on figuring out how to get in shape. In the meantime, enjoy the picture of Dave (with hair -- sort of) and Richard (no -- not Dave's older brother). Dave did tell me when we were dating that he was a huge fan of the fabulous video work-out diva from the eighties. Apparently the picture doesn't do him justice because you can't see the awesome spandex shorts on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&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/9222098798019112400-7283401736776651902?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7283401736776651902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7283401736776651902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7283401736776651902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7283401736776651902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweatin-to-oldies.html' title='Sweatin&apos; to the Oldies'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwQg6AGsHnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/6NM4y9yq4ts/s72-c/Simmons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-5321350804133566421</id><published>2007-09-30T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:06:31.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day at the Delta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;This summer we spent many days at the Delta up at Bethel Island where Dave's parents own a cabin.  The competition between Dave and his brothers is how young you can get your own kid in the boat, behind the boat on a ski, or swimming in the gross Delta water.  (Gross to me, but not necessarily to Dave or his family.)  Isaac came out on on the boat at 2 weeks and was very happy.  We had a great time and enjoyed our day at the 'beach'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwB9qQGsG4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/i6zPYGHCnHM/s320/P8140105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Isaac's first boat ride. We were stopped here. You should have seen him in his life jacket. It completely consumed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwB9qgGsG5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/mk7fzMPNQso/s1600-h/P8140114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwB9qgGsG5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/mk7fzMPNQso/s320/P8140114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Jonny being a goof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwB9qwGsG6I/AAAAAAAAAns/Pygct047U8Q/s1600-h/P8140119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwB9qwGsG6I/AAAAAAAAAns/Pygct047U8Q/s320/P8140119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;James and Dave enjoying the ride in Big Bertha. &lt;/p&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/9222098798019112400-5321350804133566421?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/5321350804133566421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=5321350804133566421' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/5321350804133566421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/5321350804133566421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-day-at-delta.html' title='Family Day at the Delta'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RwB9qQGsG4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/i6zPYGHCnHM/s72-c/P8140105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-3439160102717044423</id><published>2007-09-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:12:28.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a critical person by nature I think.  It's something I've been my whole life.  But I find that the problem I have with being critical about certain things and other people is that I was also raised by my Mom, who has always had this amazing positive outlook on life, which I think has probably gotten her through most, if not all, trials in her life.  So she raised me to have a positive outlook on life, which is so great, but it contradicts my nature to be critical at times.  It's often an internal subconscious struggle for me --should I look at this with a postive or negative outlook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also married someone who is critical by nature.  In fact, I'll be telling him a story that someone may have told me and I may not have all the details right, and so he questions me on the story and can find holes in the story so easily.  It is frustrating at times, especially when he reminds me that it is his job to be critical, that's what makes him good at what he does.  This is true, but sometimes so annoying. :)  I think our both being critical can rub off on each other at times and the two of us can point out faults about certain processes or how we would do things differently if we were to be in charge of something, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone reminded me how important it is to not be so critical.  Although we are related by marriage, I don't know this person too well.  I had run into her at an event and I was pointing out some people who were possibly not doing what they were supposed to be doing.  She turned to me and stated "I like to assume the positive.  I always try to assume the positive unless I know otherwise."  I'll admit it took me aback for a second, but I was so greatful for those words because it reminded me of how I should be thinking and talking.  I really do think we get so much further in life if we are more positive thinking than negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was out and about without any kids, including the baby.  I was to run a quick errand and then get back to the Grandma's house, because she was the one left with the nursing baby (who fortunately does take a bottle).  I sidetracked to run into a clothing store and get a couple of things, but I was rushing, that was until I got in line to check out.  The lady in front of me had everything wrong going on.  She was wearing the clothes she was buying and trying to find the tags so the check-out lady could scan them.  She was trying to read the computer to double-check the prices as they came up, which was annoying the check-out lady.  She wanted to use her Kohl's card, which she didn't have with her.  Then she had to call and then wait for her husband who was out in the parking lot somewhere, to come help her pay for all of this.  I was annoyed at first, as I think most people would be.  Everything was taking forever!  But I was looking at the lady and sort of realized that she was probably just having a bad moment.  She probably wasn't always this annoying in the way she was checking out.  I did overhear her say she had driven in from Tennessee for a wedding.  So with this thought process, I tried to not let it get to me.  I tried to smile and feel patient.  I tried to think that this was more of an annoying moment rather than an annoying person.  I thought of my best friend Alisa who ALWA YS laughs at these kinds of situtations rather than gets frustrated.  I love that girl.  (Really, laughter is so much better than frustration.)  So the woman finally finished and appologized to me because she knew she was taking forever, and then left with her husband only to get back in the long line behind me because she didn't get her 15% off that she thought she was supposed to get.  So it is finally my turn.  The check-out woman was pretty livid.  In fact she was so angry with this other person that she started thanking me profusely for my patience.  She was so impressed with my patience she said that she was going to give me 10% off.   And then after the other woman got back in line to say she didn't get her 15% off, the check-out lady sent her to customer service and ended up giving me 15% off my total purchase.  I left feeling pretty happy and pleased with myself.  Little did she know that patience doesn't necessarily come easily to me.  But I think trying to look at the situation more openly and less critically helped.  Anyway, it made for a good day and a good purchase.  But I hope too that I can become a person who sees the good in things more than the bad, who has more patience each day, and who can balance out my critical nature with my positive upbringing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-3439160102717044423?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/3439160102717044423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=3439160102717044423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/3439160102717044423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/3439160102717044423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-critical-person-by-nature-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-1382765968042754361</id><published>2007-09-06T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:59:07.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's Baby Blessing -- Aug. 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564237516891&amp;amp;site=widget-5b.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564237516891&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p1/432345564237516891/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564237516891&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p2/432345564237516891/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/9222098798019112400-1382765968042754361?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/1382765968042754361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=1382765968042754361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/1382765968042754361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/1382765968042754361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/09/isaacs-baby-blessing-aug-5.html' title='Isaac&apos;s Baby Blessing -- Aug. 5'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-6239650114023803414</id><published>2007-09-06T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:56:07.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xXNQF9jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVqyZArd8yA/s1600-h/P8030040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xXNQF9jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVqyZArd8yA/s160/P8030040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a good time when Mark and Jessica came up to see us from southern California.   It was just 3 weeks after Isaac was born and they were completely okay with having a low-key weekend.  We had a great time at the Palmer cabin where we went wakeboarding and tubing.  And the rest of the time, we hung out, watched movies, and prepared for the blessing of Isaac.  We had such a great time with them and they were such great guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xXtQF9kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/w0XbhJfwg7s/s1600-h/P8040043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xXtQF9kI/AAAAAAAAAJo/w0XbhJfwg7s/s160/P8040043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xYdQF9lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8n2nWMCZVbA/s1600-h/P8040046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xYdQF9lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8n2nWMCZVbA/s160/P8040046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&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/9222098798019112400-6239650114023803414?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/6239650114023803414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=6239650114023803414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/6239650114023803414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/6239650114023803414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rt-xXNQF9jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KVqyZArd8yA/s72-c/P8030040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7946993219095236731</id><published>2007-07-19T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:08:49.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac Rees Palmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAEwhyTLLI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gplt2LwK8-0/s1600-h/P7120069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089072810678234290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAEwhyTLLI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gplt2LwK8-0/s320/P7120069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonny and James at the hospital, taking their first look at new brother Isaac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACxxyTLHI/AAAAAAAAABs/MGaFg9-pvzA/s1600-h/P7120059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089070633129815154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACxxyTLHI/AAAAAAAAABs/MGaFg9-pvzA/s320/P7120059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac was born at 9:32 AM Thursday July 12. He was 7 pds. 5 ounces, 21 inches long. He actually has brown hair (we know he didn't get it from Dave!). Jonathan (5) and James (almost 3) love the baby. Crissie is feeling better. Dad is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACyRyTLII/AAAAAAAAAB0/-wXVYBWp2C4/s1600-h/P7120069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACzByTLJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/welN8A-Sz5w/s1600-h/P7140078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089070654604651666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACzByTLJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/welN8A-Sz5w/s320/P7140078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In on Thursday, out by Saturday afternoon.  There is one happy mom and baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACzxyTLKI/AAAAAAAAACE/QlsCHZ3uNCM/s1600-h/P7150097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089070667489553570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqACzxyTLKI/AAAAAAAAACE/QlsCHZ3uNCM/s320/P7150097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crissie had about 1 full day with her parents before they had to get back to Utah.  They enjoyed their time with all the boys and felt lucky to see their newest grandson before they left on their mission to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-7946993219095236731?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7946993219095236731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7946993219095236731' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7946993219095236731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7946993219095236731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/07/isaac-rees-palmer.html' title='Isaac Rees Palmer'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAEwhyTLLI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gplt2LwK8-0/s72-c/P7120069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-8411300338619563596</id><published>2007-07-19T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:25:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan's Birthday May 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHaRyTLMI/AAAAAAAAACU/vEtTP9y0lzs/s1600-h/P5170070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089075726961028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHaRyTLMI/AAAAAAAAACU/vEtTP9y0lzs/s320/P5170070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonny had a great 5th Birthday. He had lots of family over for a jet airplane party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHaxyTLNI/AAAAAAAAACc/9bNrwxDHDUo/s1600-h/P5170077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089075735550962898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHaxyTLNI/AAAAAAAAACc/9bNrwxDHDUo/s320/P5170077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He can hardly contain his excitement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHbxyTLOI/AAAAAAAAACk/-eANmlvnCdQ/s1600-h/P5170082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089075752730832098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHbxyTLOI/AAAAAAAAACk/-eANmlvnCdQ/s320/P5170082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave did an awesome job on the cake. Jonny loved it and James was in on all the action as well.  In fact, this picture was taken shortly before James stuck his face right into the cake for his first bite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-8411300338619563596?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8411300338619563596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=8411300338619563596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/8411300338619563596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/8411300338619563596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/07/jonathans-birthday-may-17.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s Birthday May 17'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/RqAHaRyTLMI/AAAAAAAAACU/vEtTP9y0lzs/s72-c/P5170070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-8380674006016407943</id><published>2007-07-19T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:20:14.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3shyTLDI/AAAAAAAAABM/NuXn2jL7GzA/s1600-h/P5080036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089058448307596338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3shyTLDI/AAAAAAAAABM/NuXn2jL7GzA/s320/P5080036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This May we took the boys to Disneyland. We had a great time. Jonathan and James were more adventurous than we thought. Jonathan went on any ride, including the big roller coasters. We went on a slow day, so we would often go several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite ride was Buzz Lightyears' ride. The boys loved shooting the bad guys with the laser guns and were happy to talk mom and dad into buying some to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3ERyTLAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fDatejKr1PQ/s1600-h/P5080028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3FRyTLBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fs_GL87_FJY/s1600-h/P5070007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089057773997730834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3FRyTLBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fs_GL87_FJY/s320/P5070007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh!  This is the life!  The hotel swimming pool was just as enjoyable as the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3GByTLCI/AAAAAAAAABE/R0LbRuTkNSA/s1600-h/P5080051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089057786882632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3GByTLCI/AAAAAAAAABE/R0LbRuTkNSA/s320/P5080051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before we went home we stopped at the beach.  The boys couldn't have had a better time playing in the water and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-8380674006016407943?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/8380674006016407943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=8380674006016407943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/8380674006016407943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/8380674006016407943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/07/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_3shyTLDI/AAAAAAAAABM/NuXn2jL7GzA/s72-c/P5080036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2355638373832165668</id><published>2007-07-19T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:23:03.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_5xxyTLGI/AAAAAAAAABk/0zzyIjewQb8/s1600-h/P5110064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089060737525165154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_5xxyTLGI/AAAAAAAAABk/0zzyIjewQb8/s320/P5110064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave took the boys camping for the first time for the ward campout.  Dave is not much of a camper, the dirt and sleeping on the ground just don't work for him. But they had a great time. The boys loved running around out on Mt. Diablo, the fire, chocolate (instead of smores), and sleeping in a tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_5ZhyTLEI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kse3jOSLjRc/s1600-h/P5110064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_5aByTLFI/AAAAAAAAABc/cVRIMyOM3Tg/s1600-h/P5110065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089060329503272018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_5aByTLFI/AAAAAAAAABc/cVRIMyOM3Tg/s320/P5110065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James served as the alarm clock. He woke up screaming at 5:30 AM. He screamed for 2-3 anxious minutes and then proceeded to sleep in until 8:30 AM. Needless to say, I was not the most popular at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-2355638373832165668?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/2355638373832165668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=2355638373832165668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2355638373832165668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/2355638373832165668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/Rp_5xxyTLGI/AAAAAAAAABk/0zzyIjewQb8/s72-c/P5110064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-7964214555232146336</id><published>2007-03-06T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:37:50.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to get back into journaling and documenting our lives.  Thanks to a push from my little sister, J, I am attempting this blog and truly hope to stick with it and show off pictures (and I promise I'll start taking more pix) of our little family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about us.  After a few years of dating, D and I  were finally married in 2000 and enjoyed our time together as a young couple with no kids or responsibility.  That was the life! We were excited to bring children into our lives and about a year and a half later our little BGood was born and took us by surprise when he was a couple of months early.  I think he just wanted to come when he wanted to come.  He really does like to do things his own way and is a very determined little soul.  One new person in our lives was an adjustment, but two was also a big adjustment.  Famous was an easier baby but very much on the go just about as soon as he could sit up.  He hasn't stopped since and also is one who shows off his spunky personality.  He is a fun one to watch and brings a smile and a chuckle to many who observe.   I will have more to say about our 3rd boy when he arrives, but I love him already and can't wait.  Although I'm sure I will be feeling in over my head come July.  Still though, three boys, ya gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rediscovered something this week.  I can enforce nap time back into my children's lives after a year-long hiatus.   Of course, we call it 'quiet time', but Famous does fall asleep and BGood right now just watches the clock.  And today informed me that he was thinking of something that starts with letter Y during quiet time.  'Y Y  Yell' he said.  I smiled.  Quiet time is a new gift to myself, thanks to encouragement from my sister, L, whose 3 daughters have their daily quiet time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222098798019112400-7964214555232146336?l=dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/feeds/7964214555232146336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222098798019112400&amp;postID=7964214555232146336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7964214555232146336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222098798019112400/posts/default/7964214555232146336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcpalmer2005.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!'/><author><name>Mom of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06939566412995812164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4seM3USePA/S-eWGRaEgvI/AAAAAAAAF5I/6Dp1d_K60KE/S220/crissie+360.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222098798019112400.post-2884925503788349847</id><published>2007-01-04T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:55:05.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to our blog.   Crissie and I are not the best at keeping in touch.  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