<?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-2974312052796083837</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:10:36.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as we know it</title><subtitle type='html'>We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1660614969966529731</id><published>2012-02-07T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T15:12:44.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Six years ago today, my life changed, and would never be the same. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She has changed my life in every way possible. She has given my life meaning. She has been the reason for so many smiles and so many tears. She has been the reason for so many soft spoken works of love and loudly spoken words of frustration. She has been the source of many hugs and kisses and also the source of many a stinky diapers and big messes. I wouldn't have it any other way. She is so sweet, loving a kind. She has made me a better person. Happy Birthday to my first born, my baby girl Morgan.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706535298521691874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZgLhqJu_2U/TzGvnpac9uI/AAAAAAAAA5I/J-AtSZ5Z7rw/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" /&gt;Here are 6 facts about Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She is a super good reader. She is reading on a 1st/2nd grade reading level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She is like her mother in that she always want to be gone (not at home) doing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She is very social, she is a leader among her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She has a very shy streak in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Morgan loves playing with friends, playing games on the computer, coloring, and playing with her Polly pockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Morgan is a very smart girl, and catches on to new things very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-1660614969966529731?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1660614969966529731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1660614969966529731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1660614969966529731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1660614969966529731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2012/02/six-years-ago-today-my-life-changed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZgLhqJu_2U/TzGvnpac9uI/AAAAAAAAA5I/J-AtSZ5Z7rw/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1168209519307803593</id><published>2012-02-03T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:21:17.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally decided to tackle the potty training with child #3. I hate potty training! I hate cleaning up messy pants, I hate not being able to go anywhere because you don't want to have an "accident" in public, I hate having to remind them every 15 minutes to use the potty, But I LOVE the end result. Diapers are SO expensive, and we have been going through a jumbo size pack a week with 2 kids in diapers. Sierra has been doing awesome the last 2 weeks. She is averaging 1 "accident" a week, that I can handle. She is so proud of herself every time she goes in the potty, she gets this look on her face like "I'm so awesome, I just used the potty." Hooray for big girl underwear!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704988500078188850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTzNsV-KS3g/Tyww0ILZWTI/AAAAAAAAA48/AgSXVr3L4ns/s320/IMG_0230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some other things about Sierra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves going to Nursery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves to color. I will find her in the toy room just coloring to her hearts content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves stories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She has cut her own hair twice, right in the front. It's starting to grow back now so it kinda looks like bad bangs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She is very independent, wont do anything unless its her idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She is so funny. She has her own little personality, and always keeps us laughing. She is such a mimic. Better watch out what you do, because She'll be doing it too before you know it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-1168209519307803593?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1168209519307803593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1168209519307803593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1168209519307803593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1168209519307803593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2012/02/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTzNsV-KS3g/Tyww0ILZWTI/AAAAAAAAA48/AgSXVr3L4ns/s72-c/IMG_0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5998439199839289391</id><published>2012-02-03T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:06:26.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning buddy</title><content type='html'>Jacob likes to hang out with me in the mornings while I'm getting ready. This is his special place, right here in the sink. He loves it, and I love having a morning buddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704987293524827090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OqvYBEngdU/Tywvt5aqG9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/e3EV14B3PFk/s320/IMG_0243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704987287403832594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q3rJbWgk4lA/TywvtinTJRI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VkLZxoKOm-Q/s320/IMG_0247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5998439199839289391?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5998439199839289391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5998439199839289391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5998439199839289391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5998439199839289391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-morning-buddy.html' title='My morning buddy'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OqvYBEngdU/Tywvt5aqG9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/e3EV14B3PFk/s72-c/IMG_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3896419311976283616</id><published>2012-01-17T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:25:37.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few months ago my Brother Troy got married. They waited to get married until my little brother Jesse got home from his mission. It was the first time in 4 years that my whole family had been together, so naturally we had to get some photo's of "The Caldwell Clan"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698668005357930898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4C1b5GZhKk4/TxW8W6g-SZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/7ZPeco5kGAE/s320/family%2B1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698668003391524930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I9G7KXiIHpc/TxW8WzMJUEI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rXaHV-0ktjY/s320/family.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdqCx7MWw6s/TxW8ADLyEAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qo8rMvNli1s/s1600/family%2B1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698667612547977218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdqCx7MWw6s/TxW8ADLyEAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qo8rMvNli1s/s320/family%2B1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3896419311976283616?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3896419311976283616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3896419311976283616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3896419311976283616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3896419311976283616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2012/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4C1b5GZhKk4/TxW8W6g-SZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/7ZPeco5kGAE/s72-c/family%2B1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5435342819525929310</id><published>2012-01-06T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:48:35.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a very nice Christmas. The kids woke us up at 7:30 and we opened presents. Each of the kids got a Lego's Duplo set and a book, and they got a combined gift of a battery powered car. I stood in line Thanksgiving night for 2 hours to get the car, and it ended up being a dud. We would charge the battery all night and it would last until the end of the driveway. We took the car back and we couldn't even exchange it because it was just a black Friday special, the don't even carry them. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694575039970903282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zT_Db15dE4/Twcx0-RFhPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JYO6ckfH2aQ/s320/DSC03053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694575029771739314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6be5pxy3CE/Twcx0YRaoLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UMfXm86kkjY/s320/DSC03051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694575023972597410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IinnFHfGW58/Twcx0CqyvqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Te4fNS1vLRM/s320/DSC03047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694575021230675346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ5dygnQx5M/Twcxz4dEVZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tklAAT-nx-Y/s320/DSC03049.JPG" /&gt;Jared got an xbox 360 with a kinect, and I got a nice camera (which obviously I didn't use to take the not so great pictures) and a kindle fire. We spent the morning playing with our new toys, in the afternoon we went to my parents and spent time with my family. It was a wonderful Christmas with no snow (hallelujah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for our NYE, Jared took the kids up to his parents house in Idaho, and I was home stuck in bed with tonsillitis. On the bright side I read the first two books in the Hunger Games series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5435342819525929310?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5435342819525929310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5435342819525929310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5435342819525929310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5435342819525929310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zT_Db15dE4/Twcx0-RFhPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JYO6ckfH2aQ/s72-c/DSC03053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3992915911382149190</id><published>2010-05-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:33:53.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This little squirt is officially crawling. She took longer than the others to start crawling, but I'm really okay with that. I was hoping she would stay little forever. She took her first crawl on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and now she is a pro. She's all over the place and starting to get into things. She has a pretty crazy smile with her five teeth all different sizes. Sierra is the biggest mommas girl. She is content as long as she can see me. She doesn't take kindly to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt; either. She is the cutest bug ever and she makes me crazy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477238399713231394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/TAMPTg0JQiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/9qy9XclgU6s/s320/IMG_1738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3992915911382149190?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3992915911382149190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3992915911382149190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3992915911382149190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3992915911382149190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-little-squirt-is-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/TAMPTg0JQiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/9qy9XclgU6s/s72-c/IMG_1738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6515951553183254348</id><published>2010-05-30T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:15:58.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30?</title><content type='html'>Well today is Jared's 30th birthday. Can you say OLD? In celebration of his birthday, we had a birthday party yesterday. It was mostly family with a few friends (thanks to all those who came). We had dinner, played some volleyball and had cake and ice cream. A special thanks goes to my sister in law and her amazing cake making skills. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477234366739728674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/TAMLow0VSSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1UNUrfeoyaU/s320/IMG_1731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477234361665151122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/TAMLod6dYJI/AAAAAAAAAso/vhq_hESgD9k/s320/IMG_1715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477234351281075346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/TAMLn3Os9JI/AAAAAAAAAsg/A_D7Xl9y4Dk/s320/IMG_1714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Jared's "Audi" cake. Those of you who know my husband know of his love for Audi's and his passion for taking apart/putting together Audi's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today Jared's brother Devin and his family came up and helped us finish off his birthday celebration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Happy Birthday Honey, thanks for being a great husband and father. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6515951553183254348?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6515951553183254348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6515951553183254348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6515951553183254348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6515951553183254348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/05/30.html' title='30?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/TAMLow0VSSI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1UNUrfeoyaU/s72-c/IMG_1731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-7302967658442138850</id><published>2010-03-12T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:08:14.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this picture. She really is the happiest baby ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447871291344573122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S5q6E06kUsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nFGuLxs65Tc/s320/sierra2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-7302967658442138850?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7302967658442138850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=7302967658442138850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7302967658442138850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7302967658442138850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-love-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S5q6E06kUsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nFGuLxs65Tc/s72-c/sierra2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-4908724075192343070</id><published>2010-03-12T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:01:26.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>I decided I would take this opportunity to blog while the kids are being babysat by the TV at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Morgans Birthday was over a month ago and I am now getting around to blogging about it. My little Princess is now 4. For her birthday, we just kept it simple. We opened presents, had cake and ice cream, went to McDonald's and let the kids play on the play land and then we let the kids stay up late and we watched "Tinker Bell" (for the 90th time). It was very simple, but Morgan had fun. Morgan got a memory game from her Grandma and Grandpa S. She loves it, and I am amazed and how good she it at it. She has an incredible memory. Grandma C. made her a twirly skirt that she wears all the time. Any time the radio is on and she wants to dance she has to have one of her twirly skirts on. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447867438686708626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S5q2kkpWo5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XHLMd4KPDV0/s320/bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447867436180113682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S5q2kbTvCRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/oa9wZJZIck8/s320/morgan+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realize that her hair and clothes are different in each picture, but don't let that fool you, they were taken the same day, in fact it was only about 5 minutes apart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some thing about Morgan,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She is very bossy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves to be the "Princess"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves doing school work of any kind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She loves to draw/color/stamp/paint/cut/trace. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She has "Attitude"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She is a super big sister, always looking out for David and Sierra. Don't worry, she doesn't let David get away with anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*She is so loving, she always make sure you know how much she loves you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we sure love her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-4908724075192343070?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4908724075192343070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=4908724075192343070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4908724075192343070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4908724075192343070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S5q2kkpWo5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/XHLMd4KPDV0/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5849542920139634037</id><published>2010-02-05T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:32:12.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day David really wanted to take a bath. He kept asking and I kept putting him off. A few minutes later I hear the bath water running. He decided I was taking to long so he was going to do it himself. He doesn't know how to adjust the temperature of the water so when I went in to help him this is what I found. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434951006912800162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S2zTJSqwZaI/AAAAAAAAArw/P6M836DPCXs/s320/david+bath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently the water wasn't warm enough. This kid cracks me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5849542920139634037?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5849542920139634037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5849542920139634037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5849542920139634037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5849542920139634037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-boy.html' title='Funny Boy'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S2zTJSqwZaI/AAAAAAAAArw/P6M836DPCXs/s72-c/david+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-885359055188285048</id><published>2010-01-19T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:06:48.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My baby is growing up too fast. She is already sitting up on her own, and last night for the first time, she slept through the night!!!!! I am such a proud Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428527526102428578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S1YBBf7D66I/AAAAAAAAAro/NUnlhd35JR0/s320/sierra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-885359055188285048?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/885359055188285048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=885359055188285048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/885359055188285048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/885359055188285048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/01/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S1YBBf7D66I/AAAAAAAAAro/NUnlhd35JR0/s72-c/sierra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3772786392746699134</id><published>2010-01-13T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:13:02.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My uncle/friend/example</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S07BeO-v1SI/AAAAAAAAArg/psddJ4xFDmM/s1600-h/jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426487326189540642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S07BeO-v1SI/AAAAAAAAArg/psddJ4xFDmM/s320/jim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JAMES MANWILL Jr.&lt;br /&gt;James Stewart (Jim) Manwill, Jr. "If there wasn't humor in heaven before, there is now." Jim, age 49, passed away peacefully on January 12, 2010 at his home in Salt Lake City, Utah. Born June 26, 1960 to J. Stewart and Mary Jean Manwill. Served an LDS mission in Portland, Oregon. Married his wife, Sandra Grijalva Lara, in 1983 in the Salt Lake Temple. Was a real estate agent for 29 years. Well-known for his sense of humor, random acts of kindness and work ethic. He loved his family and spent his life in their service. Survived by his wife, Sandra; his four children - Jeremy (21), Daniel (19), Vanessa (15), Ryan (10); mother, Jean Manwill; siblings, Louise Price, Karen Caldwell, Peggy Olson, Linda Brewster and Brent Manwill. Preceded in death by his father. Viewing will be Thursday, January 14, 2010 from 6-8 p.m. at the Grandview 3rd Ward, 2930 South 2000 East. Funeral services will be 11:00 a.m. Friday, January 15, 2010 at the same location; viewing one hour prior to services. Interment at Elysian Burial Gardens. Services in the care of Premier Funeral Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim was an inspiration to all that knew him. He was kind, funny, sensitive and loving. He was a great example to me of service and love. He was so amazing that the Lord took him from his mortal existence because he was needed more on the other side. I know Jim is already hard at work in heaven. His death is not the end, it is merely a mission farewell. I love you Jim, God be with you til we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3772786392746699134?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3772786392746699134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3772786392746699134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3772786392746699134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3772786392746699134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-unclefriendexample.html' title='My uncle/friend/example'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S07BeO-v1SI/AAAAAAAAArg/psddJ4xFDmM/s72-c/jim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-9019103068807678081</id><published>2010-01-10T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:42:35.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let it be know that my Davey Dew is POTTY TRAINED. . . . .WHOO HOOO! I am so excited to be done with diapers, at least with him. He has gone 2 weeks and a 13 hour car ride and stayed dry, (minus the accident he had at church and of course I wasn't prepared because he had been dry for so long). The best part is, I don't even have to help/remind him, he just goes in the bathroom and does it all by himself!!!! I am such a proud mother!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425340479834313314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S0qua_YSUmI/AAAAAAAAArY/sQq1H3plk30/s320/IMG_2598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-9019103068807678081?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/9019103068807678081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=9019103068807678081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/9019103068807678081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/9019103068807678081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-for-books.html' title='One for the Books'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/S0qua_YSUmI/AAAAAAAAArY/sQq1H3plk30/s72-c/IMG_2598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-7347749124124167174</id><published>2009-12-02T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:34:32.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive my lack of blogging. Here are a lot of pictures and a few words to catch you up on our happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it to the pumpkin patch and it started pouring rain. I got one quick shot of David before we left empty handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886610600255314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUtEi-31I/AAAAAAAAAp8/9N5IZKor60k/s320/IMG_2554.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Morgan was Tinker Bell for Halloween, I found a super easy tutorial so I threw her costume together at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886595399637538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUsL632iI/AAAAAAAAAps/GjmqLExwrkA/s320/IMG_2564.jpg" /&gt;For Thanksgiving my family made the long drive out here. We were very cramped in my little house but we had lots of fun. We went to the beach and collected sea shells. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887552070944290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdVj3zFhiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/vMh4Ut4lfPw/s320/IMG_2588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886623136613714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUtzP4hVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/INaXCNlI1Bs/s320/IMG_2594.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to the Bellevue Garden D'lights. The have an incredible lights display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887542158723202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdVjS31CII/AAAAAAAAAqk/N_aVRNz9Y1Y/s320/IMG_2629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887535000450018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdVi4NKc-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/WHFVNxWccQc/s320/IMG_2634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410887521604132786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdViGTO37I/AAAAAAAAAqU/o8MrxarwQKo/s320/IMG_2630.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I got new carpet, which I love. Here is a before and after picture of the room.&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410893005272271650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdahSjmSyI/AAAAAAAAArE/R5GbcyR1s_Q/s320/living+room.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUtiVw-OI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vddw6RL1Wng/s1600-h/IMG_2578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886618597882082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUtiVw-OI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vddw6RL1Wng/s320/IMG_2578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a picture of the bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUskJic-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ADlnevPXo7o/s1600-h/IMG_2572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886601903600610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUskJic-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ADlnevPXo7o/s320/IMG_2572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-7347749124124167174?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7347749124124167174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=7347749124124167174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7347749124124167174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7347749124124167174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SxdUtEi-31I/AAAAAAAAAp8/9N5IZKor60k/s72-c/IMG_2554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5271559004703051125</id><published>2009-10-17T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:47:09.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because. . .</title><content type='html'>She's so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sto6Rmmj67I/AAAAAAAAApk/KpYXfIgG85E/s1600-h/IMG_2539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sto6Rmmj67I/AAAAAAAAApk/KpYXfIgG85E/s320/IMG_2539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393687577824062386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5271559004703051125?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5271559004703051125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5271559004703051125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5271559004703051125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5271559004703051125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-because.html' title='Just Because. . .'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sto6Rmmj67I/AAAAAAAAApk/KpYXfIgG85E/s72-c/IMG_2539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3142670710265645671</id><published>2009-10-17T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:41:38.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday I walked into the kitchen to find a pile of hair and a pair of scissors. I run to the bathroom to find that Morgan had cute 2 big chunks out of either side of her hair. I just stood there starring as my eyes filled up with tears. I was heart broken. I told her I had to finish cutting it. As we walked back to the bathroom she said "I don't want it cut like dad's." Feeling angry I told her "Yes! You have to have it cut like dads." She started sobbing "no please mom please." I had to cut 6 inches off. When I got done I told her if she ever cut her hair again we would have to cut it like dad's, hopefully that will be motivation enough to keep her away from the scissors. After we got it dried and curled it turned out kinda cute. I would still prefer her long hair but I can live with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sto5ae48yyI/AAAAAAAAApc/tWgX9qOEKzY/s1600-h/IMG_2535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sto5ae48yyI/AAAAAAAAApc/tWgX9qOEKzY/s320/IMG_2535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393686630860901154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3142670710265645671?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3142670710265645671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3142670710265645671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3142670710265645671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3142670710265645671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-sunday-i-walked-into-kitchen-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sto5ae48yyI/AAAAAAAAApc/tWgX9qOEKzY/s72-c/IMG_2535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5209460149120546858</id><published>2009-09-16T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:10:18.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you guess???</title><content type='html'>Which one is Morgan and which one is Sierra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrEnVQchXSI/AAAAAAAAApM/HuITef_uJJU/s1600-h/Baby+Morgan+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrEnVQchXSI/AAAAAAAAApM/HuITef_uJJU/s320/Baby+Morgan+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382126275829783842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrFF24LRYZI/AAAAAAAAApU/1496jdqYkPI/s1600-h/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrFF24LRYZI/AAAAAAAAApU/1496jdqYkPI/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382159838779367826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5209460149120546858?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5209460149120546858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5209460149120546858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5209460149120546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5209460149120546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-guess.html' title='Can you guess???'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrEnVQchXSI/AAAAAAAAApM/HuITef_uJJU/s72-c/Baby+Morgan+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-493053182479118057</id><published>2009-09-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:17:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Morgan had her first day back at preschool. I can't believe how fast this summer has gone by. It seems like every year gets shorter and shorter. Although I must admit I am kind of excited to start the school year. We are in much need of the routine that comes with it. It's just hard to see my little babies growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrBmQtmMn2I/AAAAAAAAApE/beUMNX5fx7g/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrBmQtmMn2I/AAAAAAAAApE/beUMNX5fx7g/s320/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381913992011489122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-493053182479118057?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/493053182479118057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=493053182479118057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/493053182479118057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/493053182479118057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrBmQtmMn2I/AAAAAAAAApE/beUMNX5fx7g/s72-c/IMG_2503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-747547764868229105</id><published>2009-09-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:09:26.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does someone need glasses?</title><content type='html'>While we were at my parents house, Morgan was running around and ran right into the corner of the wall. Of course she had to get stitches. 2 stitches inside and 3 on the outside layer. We take her to the doctor and we had to have 4 people holding her down so the doctor could stitch her up. She was screaming bloody murder the entire time, while kicking and making it nearly impossible to get her stitched. Finally the doctor got her all put back together, when a nurse came in and said "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, . . someone hit your car in the parking lot. If the day hadn't been traumatic enough we have to go outside and face a CRAZY lady that had hit our car and wait forever for the police to get there so they can write a report. It ended up being just a little dent, but adding a huge amount of stress to my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrBkv9MvahI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IlvNj7nALx0/s1600-h/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrBkv9MvahI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IlvNj7nALx0/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381912329752373778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-747547764868229105?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/747547764868229105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=747547764868229105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/747547764868229105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/747547764868229105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-someone-need-glasses.html' title='Does someone need glasses?'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SrBkv9MvahI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IlvNj7nALx0/s72-c/IMG_2497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5089326657019912402</id><published>2009-08-02T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:31:08.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Arrival</title><content type='html'>After 13 hours of labor, on July 27th at 10:04 pm, Sierra Paige decided to grace us with her presence. She weighed 7 lbs 8 oz 19.5 in. long. She arrived here safe and sounds. Although there could have been some serious complications (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; . . . There was an actual knot in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;umbilical&lt;/span&gt; cord, and it was wrapped around her neck, the doctor said if either had been any tighter she might not have made it). We feel very blessed to have our healthy baby arrive here safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365512098352440338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SnYg02RbpBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8P0OBOLEgag/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" /&gt;Sierra and her very proud Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511369266748370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SnYgKaN229I/AAAAAAAAAi0/uq_8M8Y9BZw/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365511007909303682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SnYf1YDh1YI/AAAAAAAAAis/IL-BiostvyM/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365510906040674722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SnYfvckJ6aI/AAAAAAAAAik/nsXOqqyJrCc/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" /&gt; Sierra is such a sweet little baby, Morgan and David are loving her to pieces. Any time she cries Morgan will go to her and say "It's okay, I'm here." Every time David &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; her he gets a big smile on his face and says "baby." He loves to rub her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Mom and baby are doing great!&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/2974312052796083837-5089326657019912402?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5089326657019912402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5089326657019912402' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5089326657019912402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5089326657019912402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-arrival.html' title='New Arrival'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SnYg02RbpBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8P0OBOLEgag/s72-c/IMG_2245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8860418541632099660</id><published>2009-07-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:51:03.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Buddy</title><content type='html'>Last week we celebrated this little guys 2nd birthday. I am still in ah at how fast time flies. Every day I look at him expected to see a baby but realizing that he is no longer one. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361868969412836114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Smkva1YKuxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/WRmhoTWhG-U/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;On his birthday we had to wait until Dad got home before he could open presents, Morgan was very anxious. The BIG hits were the duplo's (from Grandma S.) and the tricycle. He didn't even want to stop playing to come for cake and ice cream. It has now been a week and they are still getting played with. Both morgan and David can peddle the trike all by themselves, and they are very proud of that fact!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865215012057186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SmksATJRMGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ar6y43ZcwaA/s320/IMG_2209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361865019593502322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Smkr07J2rnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rnsiSjqxVN8/s320/IMG_2203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361864875499644802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SmkrsiXM54I/AAAAAAAAAh8/zZdank-QU_w/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;David is such a sweet little guy to have around. He is the peace maker of the family. Any time Morgan throws a fit because he has something she wants, he will gladly sacrifice it for her. He is always looking out for everyone. The other night we went on a walk and Jared, Morgan and David all ran ahead, he kept running back to me and would grab my hand and say "mon mom." He was making sure I was okay and not being left behind. I don't know what I would do without little David to keep everyone happy and smiling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8860418541632099660?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8860418541632099660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8860418541632099660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8860418541632099660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8860418541632099660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Buddy'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Smkva1YKuxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/WRmhoTWhG-U/s72-c/IMG_2201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5629718806204513504</id><published>2009-07-09T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:35:29.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bare necessities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the way that we enjoy soaking up the sun!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356638375365890114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SlaaOMHo0EI/AAAAAAAAAh0/gqiZNUfz9T4/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to mess with clothes, they just get in the way and give you funky tan lines. We prefer going all natural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5629718806204513504?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5629718806204513504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5629718806204513504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5629718806204513504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5629718806204513504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/07/bare-necessities.html' title='The bare necessities'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SlaaOMHo0EI/AAAAAAAAAh0/gqiZNUfz9T4/s72-c/IMG_2118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6354822702970031830</id><published>2009-06-20T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:43:56.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to keep me busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I recently decided that I am going to start selling some of my creations. So I signed up for the local "Bonney Lake Days" and also for the "Brigham City Peach Days" for booths to sell some of my stuff. Here are just a few of my recent creations for your viewing pleasure. Let me know what you think. If you think I have a marketable skill.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349634450013246706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj24ME87VPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/92JUoZ3KRLU/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349634234560033618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj23_iU4M1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/7ZlRt5QLYgY/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349634085611881794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj2323c3xUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L7RRhTa5vFU/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay so I am not a photographer by any means, but I think you kinda get the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349633699990728210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj23ga5n7hI/AAAAAAAAAhM/iSlhfNPw7KA/s320/IMG_2089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349633901898185074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj23sLEHOXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/aKZKBPWxZi0/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" /&gt;Bow holder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349633522525506178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj23WFynioI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ILTEtpm56RE/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6354822702970031830?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6354822702970031830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6354822702970031830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6354822702970031830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6354822702970031830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-keep-me-busy.html' title='Something to keep me busy'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sj24ME87VPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/92JUoZ3KRLU/s72-c/IMG_2091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3947083983848202198</id><published>2009-06-13T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:43:10.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*T*R*O*U*B*L*E*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little guy only looks all sweet and innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347053379468722802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SjSMt_5JAnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qy11uisaTLU/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let that smile fool you, . . he is naughty. He recently discovered how to take off his diaper. When he has a poopy diaper, he takes it off. I have had to clean up poo off many a blankets, carpet, clothes etc... When I put him to bed I always have to check on him later to make sure he is still clothed which 90% of the time he is not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I had just the screen door shut and locked (I had no idea he could unlock it). I was cleaning the bathroom and had to go get something. I looked out the door to see David across the street in the neighbors driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our yard and deck are all fenced in, but David or course can unlatch the gate and get out. Every chance he gets he's unlatched it and is half way down the street before I even notice he's gone. I bought a paddle lock to go on the gate so I don't have to worry about him running away, . . . Wrong! He climbs over the gate (I have no idea how he does it, because there is no where to put his feet, the slats are vertical).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he climbed onto the counter and got into all the vitamins and opened a CHILD PROOF bottle and started eating them. Not to mention the locks on all the cupboards he just yanks on them until they break, or the child locks that go on the doorknob he just pulls them off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kids is unstoppable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3947083983848202198?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3947083983848202198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3947083983848202198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3947083983848202198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3947083983848202198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/trouble.html' title='*T*R*O*U*B*L*E*'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SjSMt_5JAnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qy11uisaTLU/s72-c/IMG_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3705247151937337763</id><published>2009-06-13T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:10:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The count down is officially on! So my official due date is Aug 3, but mark my words I WILL HAVE THIS BABY IN JULY! I have been given a recipe for a "Chocolate Caster oil shake," (sounds delicious doesn't it?!) and have been assured that it will put me into labor.&lt;br /&gt;So as much as I LOVE being pregnant the weeks are limited til I will be able to sleep on my stomach,  see my toes, sleep without having to take a potty break every hour and NO MORE HEARTBURN!!&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I am very anxious to hold my new baby. It's crazy how I can be so baby hungry when I have one moving around inside me all day, not to mention that I still have my baby Davey (he's still a baby, Right?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3705247151937337763?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3705247151937337763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3705247151937337763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3705247151937337763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3705247151937337763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/06/count-down-is-officially-on-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6741266046410244384</id><published>2009-05-19T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:59:18.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Latest Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow these past couple of weeks have flown by. I don't know if it's spring fever or "nesting" instincts but I have had this itch to get things De-cluttered, cleaned, organized, and improved. Just to give you an idea of what we have been up to. . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to find a crib set that would match Morgan's comforter, because they are going to be sharing a room. I looked and looked and didn't find anything that I really liked or was a close enough match. So I decided I would make my own. I bought the fabric and made the crib comforter and the skirt. It wasn't until I was done that I realized they didn't match at all. The pink and brown were both VERY off. So I made one for Morgan's bed too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712742974650178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNddZYUd0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/YImyLD9WkZw/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't set the crib up yet so don't have a picture of the whole thing. The bumper and diaper stacker are still a work in progress though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I made some sheets and curtains for David's room (sorry I don't have pictures of that). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've cleaned out every closet in the house along with the kids toy chests, the laundry room, cupboards etc... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took out about half of the kids toys that never get played with, they just somehow end up all over the floor, and moved David in with the toys. Now I have a craft/office room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jared has been working on a big project in our front yard. He is not near being done but here's what we have so far, It went from this. . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337715401725631842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNf4J_83WI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Svvwt_-uIoQ/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337715607209469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNgEHfHZfI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2C9Nj-Xm5gc/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When he is finished getting all the brick up and the dirt in place, then we have to plant grass and flowers, YAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made me a garden, which I planted on Saturday. My first garden hopefully it will turn out. I planted beans, peas, tomatoes, and peppers. If anyone has some helpful hints I would love to hear them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337716628272494114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNg_jPgtiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9wNhtTqnHS8/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We put in a sandbox for the kids. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337717169638704178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNhfD_RhDI/AAAAAAAAAgk/849_iysaYtY/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I painted all my kitchen cupboards white, they were all an ugly yellowish off-white, and the trim above the cupboards I painted red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337717847538375794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNiGhXJnHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OcB1fO4ys2s/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And I rented a carpet cleaner and cleaned all the carpet in my house and re-arranged the furniture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And somehow there is still LOTS more I need/want to get done before this baby arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6741266046410244384?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6741266046410244384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6741266046410244384' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6741266046410244384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6741266046410244384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-latest-happenings.html' title='Our Latest Happenings'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/ShNddZYUd0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/YImyLD9WkZw/s72-c/IMG_2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8463157822870897830</id><published>2009-05-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:25:35.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary to my one and only. 4 Years of bliss, with many more to follow. I couldn't have asked for a better person to spend my life with. I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be than right here, making memories with the one I love! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334046385793375826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SgZW7UirnlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2GH59J6BrEw/s320/075lyndafamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8463157822870897830?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8463157822870897830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8463157822870897830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8463157822870897830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8463157822870897830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-anniversary-to-my-one-and-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SgZW7UirnlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2GH59J6BrEw/s72-c/075lyndafamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6112250822547628727</id><published>2009-04-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:34:40.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have gone a little crafting crazy. I got out all my baby girl clothes and made bows to coordinate. Here are some of my most recent ones. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330228602518589746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SfjGrFi_UTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iQZ8_aMWSuI/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330228803891909170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SfjG2zuIUjI/AAAAAAAAAf0/7jOmaPYRnrI/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This better really be a girl because I have spent a lot of time and money getting things ready for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6112250822547628727?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6112250822547628727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6112250822547628727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6112250822547628727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6112250822547628727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/bows.html' title='Bows'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SfjGrFi_UTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iQZ8_aMWSuI/s72-c/IMG_1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5854511119602285398</id><published>2009-04-09T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:11:18.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Drive, drive, drive. Spend the night right outside of Las Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322889188534443010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd6zg91c3AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1c4VoVzJSv0/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Monday: Drive, Get to the Hotel, get settled in, check out the resort, and go to bed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322889392334718002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd6zs1DORDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Gjr3RlSV_8Q/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( This is the resort we stayed at, it was absolutely beautiful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tuesday: Universal studios, lots of walking, short lines, rides, 3D movies, pictures, sunshine, Pickup Jared from the airport, reunite with my husband I hadn't seen for two weeks, see that he is in much need of some grooming, shopping. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890384405230050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd60mkzQ8eI/AAAAAAAAAec/1UOrwVku80Y/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890134281105970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd60YBBBsjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/w17tq8Blw5s/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Wednesday: Go for a walk along the beach, more sunshine, Hang out at the pool, work on my tan, play some billiards, shopping, read, and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322892052107998978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd62HpeltwI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Ca8qQp866kE/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Jared's idea of getting a tan)'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Explore the beach, find a cave, find treasures (seashells, a baseball mitt and a rope), go swimming at the pool, shopping, soak up the sun, watch movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322891837483079218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd617J8BVjI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NdNdLrDgc0c/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Disneyland, rides, lots of pictures, 2 hour line to see the princesses, lots of sun, long lines, and lots of characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322889882235329570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd60JWEoXCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/cMXP88YJS7U/s320/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322891933152218066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd62AuVUi9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/J63vJanoEhI/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Morning at the beach, soaking up the sun, digging a big holes in the sand for my belly so I can lay on my stomach, California Adventures, REALLY long lines, HOT weather, shopping, and more sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322891119101437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd61RVwfZUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/fSzdcPV2iSA/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Drive, drive, drive, make it back to my parents house and the FREEZING cold weather, and see my two little munchkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322891383657138706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd61gvTfChI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-WLBc4d70k/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (One last look at the beautiful view)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890620036520050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd600SmJGHI/AAAAAAAAAek/c87-4drKWBQ/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322890850445705986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd61Bs7-QwI/AAAAAAAAAes/vS1O5rTBve4/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect end to a perfect week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5854511119602285398?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5854511119602285398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5854511119602285398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5854511119602285398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5854511119602285398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/california-trip.html' title='California Trip'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sd6zg91c3AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1c4VoVzJSv0/s72-c/IMG_1837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3054537506785428289</id><published>2009-04-03T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:16:19.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . . . &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt; I went to my ultrasound appointment today and found out I'm having a girl. I am very excited. I told Morgan that she was going to have a little sister and I asked her what she thought we should name her, She suggested "Pink" or "Snow White." They are both such lovely names, which one would you choose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are all looking forward to having another girl around here, as if there aren't enough emotion floating around already. So bring on the ribbons and bows because I am READY!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320668457758699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdbPxbBVMNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lc58kd38iYU/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't it sweet? Looking at my precious baby makes me VERY excited to meet her. 5 months down 4 to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3054537506785428289?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3054537506785428289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3054537506785428289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3054537506785428289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3054537506785428289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/its.html' title='It&apos;s a . . . . .'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdbPxbBVMNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lc58kd38iYU/s72-c/IMG_1924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1035279386343959240</id><published>2009-04-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:27:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I'm going to try and condense this trip as much as possible, because I have so much to blog about and so little time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were in Utah, the weather was BEAUTIFUL. For almost 2 weeks it was in the upper 60's. We spent a lot of time playing at different parks, playing in the sandbox, and going for walks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320527100511702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZPNWPWzRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mwIiPspf50I/s320/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526518597091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZOrecGgQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5ct4xekZT5c/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526688707597858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZO1YJm1iI/AAAAAAAAAck/fqbIjQYxV5E/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister and her family were in the middle of moving, so they were staying at my parent's house for a week while we were there. The kids got a lot of cousin time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320528276108798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZQRxri6wI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TJGGcwxnPBE/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320528623665632258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZQmAbjVAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Za_AGDA-RCI/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We even got to go to a couple museums. There was this really AWESOME one in Ogden called the "Tree House Museum" I remember going there as a kids, but it was nothing like it is now. We were there for 4 hours and still didn't do/see all of it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530164286293426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZR_rsJBbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/reNya49cPz4/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320529571984015570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZRdNMRgNI/AAAAAAAAAdE/VLkVZA_q3tM/s320/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530002737358178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZR2R335WI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cm2ogKA6uvE/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320529859853905458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZRt9lzbjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YUaWZ8o-h9I/s320/IMG_1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And we got to meet the President of the United States. He even let the kids sit at his desk, while he stood there and smiled! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320531166682501426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZS6B6BUTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hCLMmdMhVAE/s320/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a BBQ and an Easter Egg hunt to end the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320531732387744370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZTa9UqSnI/AAAAAAAAAds/DeNwjNA94WI/s320/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I left the kids and headed for California,  . . . . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-1035279386343959240?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1035279386343959240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1035279386343959240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1035279386343959240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1035279386343959240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/04/utah-trip.html' title='Utah Trip'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SdZPNWPWzRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mwIiPspf50I/s72-c/IMG_1755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-890533936430064830</id><published>2009-03-23T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:09:02.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Okay I'll post something</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks have been a little crazy. My In-Laws came out for a short visit on the 8th. While they were there I made a last minute decision to drive home with them. So me and the kids made the long drive to Idaho Falls where we spent a few days. Then we went down to Utah where we stayed with my parents for about two weeks and just yesterday I made another long drive (with my In-Laws) and I am now soaking up the sun in Newport Beach California.  Jared is flying in tomorrow to join me (I can't wait to see him after 2 weeks). We will be here until Sunday, then we are all driving back to Utah where Jared and I will pick up the kids and then fly home on the 31. Right after I get home I have my doctors app. where I get to find out the gender of my baby. I will have lots to post about when I get back!!! Be sure to tune in the first of April for LOTS of pictures and highlights of my WONDERFUL vacation! Until then, . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-890533936430064830?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/890533936430064830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=890533936430064830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/890533936430064830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/890533936430064830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-okay-ill-post-something.html' title='Okay, Okay I&apos;ll post something'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5131292169683299165</id><published>2009-02-27T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:37:14.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now at that point in my pregnancy when nothing fits. Every morning I stand in front of my closet and stare at all my clothes hoping that something has changed and I will find something that fits me. Every day I am disappointed and end up wearing one of two sweatshirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a lot smaller starting off this pregnancy then with either of the others, which is nice except that now my maternity clothes from the last two don't fit either (not even in the bust). I hate spending so much on clothes that I'm only going to wear for just a few months. So if anyone has some small maternity clothes that they are wanting to get rid of, I would be happy to take them off your hands, or if anyone knows a good place to get cheap maternity clothes that would be great as well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307554252962353602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sag4ePHvUcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xBrr8VBeu_U/s320/pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just for the record that is not a picture of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5131292169683299165?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5131292169683299165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5131292169683299165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5131292169683299165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5131292169683299165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/cry-for-help.html' title='The Joys of Pregnancy'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/Sag4ePHvUcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xBrr8VBeu_U/s72-c/pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5064613663026516931</id><published>2009-02-22T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:03:44.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halleluiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a year ago Jared started a project. We remodeled our bathroom and portion of our bedroom. There was this ugly desk in the corner that seemed to serve no purpose. Jared tore it out and started building a bookcase. A year has now gone by and I am happy to say that yesterday he finally finished it! It's so nice not having his tools sitting around in my bedroom waiting for him to make the time to work on it. I must admit at first I had my doubts about the whole project. I didn't know how well of a job he would do, or if he would ever finish. He proved me wrong (even though it did end up taking a really long time) and completed this beautiful bookcase. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305850263293592178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SaIqs-8HAnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Dd7uC5cDNKU/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He did such a great job, I couldn't be happier with it. It's so nice to have a great handy man around, it's even nicer when the stuff actually get done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5064613663026516931?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5064613663026516931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5064613663026516931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5064613663026516931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5064613663026516931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/halleluiah.html' title='Halleluiah'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SaIqs-8HAnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Dd7uC5cDNKU/s72-c/IMG_1689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3222491113375356084</id><published>2009-02-18T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:00:11.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My kids are growing up way to fast. Every time I turn around they are doing something new or getting a little bit bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David was born grown up. He was never just a baby. He has never been a cuddler, he's always to busy. He was crawling at 5 months, walking at 9 months and now at 19 months he is. . . . . In a Big Boy Bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304374695727805666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZzsrpZtNOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/R1dNM6oHZ2Y/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He kept climbing out of his crib, so I decided it was time to make the transition. I thought it was going to be a nightmare trying to keep him in his bed, but it has been surprisingly easy. I just have to lay with him for a few minutes and he's out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is just growing up way to fast. He is now in a big bed, he uses a big chair at the table, and swings on the big swings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304375647452500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZztjC2jk5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/V0fr8gX1SSM/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(this is a classic David face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, he no longer needs a nap (which is kind of a bummer but makes bed time really easy), a bottle, or diapers!!&lt;br /&gt;OK he's still in diapers, but here's to hoping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that my boy is getting bigger he has started to be a Mommas boy and he LOVES to cuddle (I love it too). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304377310964177858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZzvD36pW8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/cuPbmy6uS5E/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morgan is also growing up a at a very rapid rate. Yesterday she started Preschool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304378146002381554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZzv0erRKvI/AAAAAAAAAbk/UWIqbGSzvxg/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She just turned 3, and she was getting so bored at home all the time. I called a preschool that is down the street and they happened to have one opening, so I jumped at the chance. I took her for her first day thinking that she was going to cling to me and not let me leave, boy was I wrong. We walked in and off she went. She never even looked back. She had so much fun she keeps asking when she gets to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304380653996153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZzyGdrlGZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_f6nnJa5D6g/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She is such a sweet little girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As for the little one growing inside me, he/she is growing very fast as well. If I"m real still I can feel a little movement going on.  I told Morgan there was a baby in my tummy, so she lifted up my shirt and said "Hi baby." She keeps asking when the baby is going to come out. She says "When the baby comes I'm going to rock it and sing to it."  Only 4 weeks til we find out what I'm having!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really love being a mother. Of course it has its trying times when you wonder if your going to make it through, but at the end of the day being a mother is the greatest blessing ever. Motherhood, that's what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3222491113375356084?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3222491113375356084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3222491113375356084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3222491113375356084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3222491113375356084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-kids.html' title='Big Kids'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZzsrpZtNOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/R1dNM6oHZ2Y/s72-c/IMG_1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1728064849091646169</id><published>2009-02-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:25:16.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I was supposed to pick the 4th picture in the 4th folder of my pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture was taken in June of 2007. We went to Utah for a family Reunion and for Jared's brother's wedding. Morgan was one of the flower girls. This is one of my favorite pictures of Morgan, she has such a cute baby face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303242419060565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZjm4eHjZxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uzhIoDhB5gY/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is the bride and all the flower girls, I don't think they got a single shot with all of them looking at the camera (or any for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303242338028175362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZjmzwP7QAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cHTyHUCIhL8/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Morgan holding her flower, she was so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZjmvpRNH4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/LSrsatoJzZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303242267435016066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZjmvpRNH4I/AAAAAAAAAa0/LSrsatoJzZ8/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had any weddings in mine or Jared's family since then, . . .  I think it's about time (hint, hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Heather G.&lt;br /&gt;Sharese&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;Katie&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/2974312052796083837-1728064849091646169?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1728064849091646169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1728064849091646169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1728064849091646169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1728064849091646169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SZjm4eHjZxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uzhIoDhB5gY/s72-c/IMG_0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6722017804914140119</id><published>2009-02-08T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:58:24.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>My little baby girl is 3 years old. I guess time really does fly when your having fun. Everybody always says "Enjoy them while their little because they grow up way to fast." I never knew how true that was until I put my 3 month old baby to bed one night and she woke up the next day a 3 year old little girl (at least that's what it feels like). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300546516615474386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9S-S5MrNI/AAAAAAAAAas/7oS_Re4rk3E/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For her birthday we invited Morgan's nursery class for a little party. We had it in the gym at the church. I had play doh, coloring and balloons to keep the kids entertained. Then we had a pinata, cake and ice cream. It turned out to be very nice, the kids had fun, and it wasn't to much stress on my part. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300544688314266418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9RT38OMzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FVhNMz2qYoI/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300544439802270850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9RFaKWFII/AAAAAAAAAaE/lx7-kc63ZM8/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (I wish I could take credit for this BEAUTIFUL cake, but I can't. A special thanks goes to my good Friend Carissa.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300545431843560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9R_Jza3WI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mj4Kumoe1cg/s320/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday for her actual birthday, I took her out to breakfast, we got her finger and toenails painted, and then watched a movie (Morgan's choice) as a family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan is such a sweet little girl, and I am so blessed to have her in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300546061431816802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9SjzM9QmI/AAAAAAAAAak/diWmodUSxyU/s320/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a little mother. She always keeps David in line, along with Jared and I. Over Christmas we spent some time with the Stoker family, where Jared and his brother (Josh) were wrestling. Morgan came up to me and said "Mom, Josh is not being nice, we don't push!" She was so concerned that Josh was not playing nice and that "Daddy" might be getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is always so willing to help out, any time she is asked to "get a diaper" or "pick up her toys" she always says "OK" and gets right to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a girly girl. She loves to have her hair done and be dressed cute with the matching bows and shoes (that is when she's not running around in her underwear).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300545819274425618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9SVtGItRI/AAAAAAAAAac/gz8g5XVMLRQ/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is such a happy girl, she loves to laugh and smile and can always make everyone around her smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little Morgan is all around a sweet and loving little girl. She brings so much happiness into my life and to our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6722017804914140119?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6722017804914140119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6722017804914140119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6722017804914140119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6722017804914140119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SY9S-S5MrNI/AAAAAAAAAas/7oS_Re4rk3E/s72-c/IMG_1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-4442583634331592744</id><published>2009-02-01T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:58:08.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calling</title><content type='html'>I just got called to be the Beehive Advisor. I am completely freaked out and clueless on what to do and how to do it. Does anyone have any words of wisdom or some great advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-4442583634331592744?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4442583634331592744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=4442583634331592744' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4442583634331592744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4442583634331592744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-calling.html' title='New Calling'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3384181220182336649</id><published>2009-01-27T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:33:24.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about being naked and changing your clothes 100 times a day that is so enticing to toddlers, but for some reason it is. Morgan changes her clothes about every 22 minutes. She wears each outfit just long enough to get it wet or dirty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194698099883506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_dBHmM_fI/AAAAAAAAAZk/HeD4o3EjCaw/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194870562185298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_dLKEa4FI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/hjWB4ptDxK4/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then it's not enough to just change her clothes. She has to make sure David doesn't feel left out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194785668624770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_dGN0N8YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zO7qq2Do0tg/s320/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Jared is mad at me for posting this picture, he says it's very emasculating)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after they have gone through all their clothes they decide it's more fun to just go in their underwear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="gl_align_right" alt="Align Right" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194961880054674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_dQeQS-5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dcrhY5hZZ-8/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can anyone tell me how you get your kids to keep their clothes on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3384181220182336649?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3384181220182336649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3384181220182336649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3384181220182336649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3384181220182336649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashion-show.html' title='Fashion Show'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_dBHmM_fI/AAAAAAAAAZk/HeD4o3EjCaw/s72-c/IMG_1569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3420263751630228841</id><published>2009-01-27T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:10:54.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WII</title><content type='html'>I gave Jared a Wii for Christmas, so we have been spending a fair amount of time working on our Tennis, Boxing, and bowling skills. A couple weeks ago Circuit City had a going out of business sale so we took advantage of the opportunity and bought Guitar Hero for $35.00. The kids are loving the Wii. Everyday Morgan will ask me "Mom can I box?" Her and David get the controllers and go crazy. It is actually quite hilarious watching them swing their little arms around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189802212127474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_YkI_mcvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/kegbYKc1Bgo/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189885669848962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_Yo_5eN4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/BQ2yPTooHtc/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296190003369918418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_Yv2XWv9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/-rIUpVtUIII/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I must admit I am enjoying it myself. Although I don't get around to playing it to often, When I do I really enjoy it. I just can't wait to get Wii fit and DDR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3420263751630228841?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3420263751630228841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3420263751630228841' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3420263751630228841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3420263751630228841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/01/wii.html' title='WII'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SX_YkI_mcvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/kegbYKc1Bgo/s72-c/IMG_1558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6817324803711238378</id><published>2009-01-07T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:55:40.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>It's a New year which means, New Resolutions and. . . . .  a New Baby.  That's right a New Baby.  Stoker Baby number three will be arriving the end of July. I am very excited, nervous, scared, thrilled, anxious, apprehensive and COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED!  I have never felt so tired, hungry, lazy, sore, sick and so useless. I'm just glad that I know that at the end of all this, we will have a beautiful baby. That makes it all worth it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6817324803711238378?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6817324803711238378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6817324803711238378' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6817324803711238378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6817324803711238378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8921036011646520454</id><published>2008-12-16T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:23:20.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our winter wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know I haven't done any post about decorating our Christmas tree, or going sledding, or going to some Christmas festival. That is because we haven't done any of it. We are not decorating this year due to a certain toddler that loves to get into EVERYTHING. I decided it's not worth the hassle of following him around keeping him our of the tree and what not. Not to mention we aren't ever going to be here for the holiday. We did however attempt to attend the Santa Parade and tree lighting ceremony in Auburn. We got there right as the parade ended, so we head back to the car and start driving to then realize they were doing the tree lighting down the street. By the time we got parked and walked down there we had just missed that too. We decided to go to the mall instead and let the kids sit on Santa's lap. When we got there, Santa was no where to be found. We went home unsuccessful and a little disappointed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It snowed on Saturday night about an inch and a half. We got a call Sunday morning saying that church had been cancelled due to the snow. There was however a lot of ice, which I think was the real concern, but I have never heard of church being cancelled before I moved to this wonderful state. In Utah we slip and slide through a foot of snow and a blizzard to go to church :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jared recently put in a new fire place unit. We have been using it to heat the house during the day and the heater at night. On Sunday, it was about about 20 degrees. So of course the fan on the fire place stopped working. No problem we can just turn on the heater, . . NOT the heater died that very same day.  What are the odd, I mean really? We have space heaters in the kids rooms so they are taken care of. I wake up this morning at six to find that it's a shocking 48 degrees in my house. We rush to the store and buy a few more space heaters. By about 1:00 pm it was warm enough to function. Luckily for a Heaven Sent ward member/friend, we were able to get a heater bought and installed this evening and we are now nice and toasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8921036011646520454?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8921036011646520454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8921036011646520454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8921036011646520454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8921036011646520454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-winter-wonders.html' title='Our winter wonders'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1653446228104336956</id><published>2008-12-14T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:13:01.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Disco Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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The other day I had a friend and her little boy over. The kids were outside playing, while me and Heather were in the house visiting. We could see the kids through the glass door.  First Morgan grabs David by the feet, so he's practically hanging upside down, rips of his socks, drops him down, and throws the socks inside. What would we do without Morgan to protect Davids sock from getting wet? Then a little while later Morgan all the sudden comes running in the house Stark Naked! I sat there a slightly shocked, not knowing what to say, all I could do was laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5635028550550101913?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5635028550550101913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5635028550550101913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5635028550550101913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5635028550550101913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids-are-just-too-funny.html' title='Kids, are just too funny!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6545960252680081562</id><published>2008-12-01T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:04:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't cry over spilt milk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; What if it's the whole gallon, then is it okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274930271550317634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/STRRIlq2JEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/chEBGeuQMCk/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6545960252680081562?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6545960252680081562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6545960252680081562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6545960252680081562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6545960252680081562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-cry-over-spilt-milk.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t cry over spilt milk&quot;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/STRRIlq2JEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/chEBGeuQMCk/s72-c/IMG_1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-325290042246467572</id><published>2008-11-24T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:31:40.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>In observance of the Thanksgiving Holiday I decided to share some of the people I am thankful for and a few things I admire about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272700003503990082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxkt5wOZUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MHCq4-ft29g/s200/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He has so much patience. He he a great example to me of being patient in all things. Although there have been MANY times when I have deserved a good yell, he is always so soft spoken and loving. Even with the kids he is always gentle and kind. He would do/give anything for me. He treats me like I am his queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272699497352815154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxkQcMYYjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/52rFpqs9bFA/s200/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She is such a sweet girl. She always tries to be the little mother, not only to David, but to me, Jared, and all of her little friends. She is such a good helper, always trying to help me with dishes, changing diapers, and picking up her books and toys. She is very obedient. It doesn't take much to make her happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272697038464655106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxiBUHwnwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/r5L73kO4G08/s200/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He is so tender hearted. He has so much love for everyone. All you have to do is look at him and he will give you a great big smile. His smile can turn your whole day around. Although he is ALWAYS on the go, he loves a good cuddle. He will cuddle with ANYONE. He loves to push his limits. He'll wait until he knows your watching before he does something he knows he's not suppose to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272696354394194242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxhZfwpwUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Nd2mUvbcWO4/s200/IMG_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Dad is one of the greatest guys I know. He has so much strength in the gospel. He has always been faithful at having family scripture study, prayer and FHE. Although most of his kids give him a hard time, I think he is very wise. He has taught me How to live and love the gospel, How to live a healthy life, the importance of laughter and much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272695565075384066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxgrjUYhwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fNFHo9nU7Zo/s200/Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is so giving. She would give anything for any of her children. She loves her grand kids so much. She would sit on the floor for hours reading the kids stories and playing toys and puzzles with them. She loves spending time with her family. She has sacrificed so much over the years and has taught me so much. She really is my hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272696538860022210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxhkO8u6cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BSc4kzdW82Q/s200/Jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is such a great man. He has so much love and respect for his wife. He truly treats her like a queen. He has never said anything bad about her, he only builds her up, and not just her but all the women in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;-She is a great good mother. She can make any room look cute and cozy. Somehow even with two crazy boys she manages to always keep her house immaculate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272697720827465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxipCHu0AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/L2QCA8P6RHQ/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She would do anything for anyone. She is very shy but will go out of her comfort zone to make someone else feel welcome and comfortable. She is sensitive to the needs of others. She has so much patience for her children and is a wonderful mother. She is very creative, and can make something out of nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;-He can make anything with wood. He is always working on new projects and helping others with all of their projects. He is very smart, and is always reading something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272694782865514354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxf-BXBH3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1XY6ZficZaE/s320/troy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He has always been the peacemaker of the family. We always joke that he is going to be the prophet someday. He has so much goodness about him. He is very kind. He has the most contagious laugh. He will tell a really stupid joke that nobody thinks is funny except himself, but have us all laughing just because he is laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brett&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272695192849211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxgV4qv4TI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JS27jFOmSRg/s200/Brett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is very smart. He does really well in school, without even trying very hard, it just comes naturally. He always has something intelligent to say. He is shy in a confident sort of way. He is a friend to everyone. He has a certain charisma about him that draws people in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cody&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272698427944571826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxjSMVlk7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/1hlI6AiOhtc/s200/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He has always been a good example of living righteously, not just to me, but to all of his friends. He has never compromised his standards. He is now serving a mission which is a huge sacrifice and service. He is always easy to be around. He has a quiet goodness about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272694946993970050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxgHkySm4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/q2ifvI3KKMs/s200/Jesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is so awesome :) He is such a hard worker, he loves to get down and dirty. But he is also loving and sweet. He is good company and very good with kids. He is so much fun to be around, he is sarcastic in a fun way. He will sometimes, out of the blue, call or text me just to see how I am doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brittany&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272695083323340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxgPgpvtoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Tt40AfxqFoI/s200/Brittany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She is so giving. She has dealt with a lot being the baby of eight. She has sacrificed many outings to stay home and watch her nieces and nephews so the "couples" could go out, but she never complains. She has always been there for me when I needed someone to talk to, and can always make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt;-He is a hard worker. He is always quick with a joke and can make anyone laugh. He can sleep anywhere. He has taught his children the value of work and the importance of a good education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272700511554534898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxlLeY6ffI/AAAAAAAAAV4/uzEr4257Bhw/s200/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darlene&lt;/span&gt;-She is always concerned about the comfort and well-being of her children. She is wonderful cook and is always looking for ways to improve, it's not just about what the food taste's like, it has to look nice too. She is very committed to her husband and goes above and beyond to make sure he's well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sharese, Travis, Josh, Devin, Julie, Jeremy, Dallin, Ashley, Whitney&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;-I look up to each and every one of them. They are all good examples to me in their own ways. I am so grateful that I am blessed to have them in my life and be apart of their family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272701271631667682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxl3t5bIeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RbD-OdbsP4A/s200/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272701691336755650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxmQJa6icI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Y6HYel4XCZg/s200/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704441735132962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxowPc_NyI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J8IKueKBaZk/s200/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272703968663621330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxoUtH8ztI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gd7rD2__NEI/s200/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am very blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life, that help me learn and grow, and help me to be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-325290042246467572?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/325290042246467572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=325290042246467572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/325290042246467572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/325290042246467572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SSxkt5wOZUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MHCq4-ft29g/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5405839211005336606</id><published>2008-11-05T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:28:01.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did go to the pumpkin patch during all the fall and Halloween craziness. We had a really good time. The kids loved knocking over all the pumpkins, petting the animals and most of all painting their pumpkins. Here are some pictures of our adventures. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265438703539221522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SRKYmncMdBI/AAAAAAAAATo/NGZQmOSi_U0/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my little man. I can't believe how grown up my baby is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265438959247660930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SRKY1gB1l4I/AAAAAAAAATw/n7l7yfMqxhU/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morgan is so funny, if she sees David doing something, she HAS to do it too. David climbed on a pumpkin so she had to stand on one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265439760836218626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SRKZkKLcTwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/OxKl5wUz2vw/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The painting of the pumpkins. I can't believe how much they loved painting/coloring their pumpkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265440176300791634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SRKZ8V56l1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/l_jWY6p04OI/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love Davids face in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265440476759174178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SRKaN1MxrCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xx4eU2hdppY/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5405839211005336606?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5405839211005336606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5405839211005336606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5405839211005336606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5405839211005336606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SRKYmncMdBI/AAAAAAAAATo/NGZQmOSi_U0/s72-c/IMG_1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-4175811543026894036</id><published>2008-11-03T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:06:20.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQ9KqAaqiDI/AAAAAAAAATY/vy-zTV_m4q8/s1600-h/president.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264508574946199602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQ9KqAaqiDI/AAAAAAAAATY/vy-zTV_m4q8/s400/president.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Tomorrow is the big day. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQ9Ke6zIOCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CMImB0gupiU/s1600-h/president.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/2974312052796083837-4175811543026894036?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4175811543026894036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=4175811543026894036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4175811543026894036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4175811543026894036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQ9KqAaqiDI/AAAAAAAAATY/vy-zTV_m4q8/s72-c/president.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-4603556842350901229</id><published>2008-10-31T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:03:54.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Meet the Flinstones.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263425046607096706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQtxMWzo64I/AAAAAAAAAS4/QMGZS49DXr4/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Modern stone age family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263425355275826530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQtxeUr_9WI/AAAAAAAAATA/mhyD97wXizM/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's all about the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263425691309852498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQtxx4gwR1I/AAAAAAAAATI/MQ3Q5uYZvGM/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&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/2974312052796083837-4603556842350901229?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4603556842350901229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=4603556842350901229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4603556842350901229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4603556842350901229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQtxMWzo64I/AAAAAAAAAS4/QMGZS49DXr4/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-439073634348879624</id><published>2008-10-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:10:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say/Do the Darndest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to share some of our recent pictures and video clips. These are some of my favorite, they really make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are my baby Mozarts. They are great musician, not to mention their incredible fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1edb2cbe873170f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1edb2cbe873170f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331165548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE19A2DF6224BAE3EB3517DAB0A1D8A4779CD13.7872731990E83080719CBCC3755BE073D44905F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1edb2cbe873170f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DexAxVBYuTYB3ACK4GQys3Y6RLNE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1edb2cbe873170f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331165548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDE19A2DF6224BAE3EB3517DAB0A1D8A4779CD13.7872731990E83080719CBCC3755BE073D44905F8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1edb2cbe873170f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DexAxVBYuTYB3ACK4GQys3Y6RLNE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was folding laundry and I went to get the next towel out of the dryer and this is what I found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262032942259688850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQZ_FN_K1ZI/AAAAAAAAASY/vlIsZkPP9GY/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Morgan doing her "workout" for the day, Pilates. When she got done doing her Pilates she went into my room and put my running shirt on and said to me "I'm going running, can you watch the kids?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262033453794514674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQZ_i_mk1vI/AAAAAAAAASg/bwCYzMi9eJE/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morgan loaded up her toy truck and said "I'm going to grandma's house" I looked to see what she had packed in her truck. You can bet she only had the the essentials, brown sugar and a few snack packs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262034614324729746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQaAmi6il5I/AAAAAAAAASo/XkbCXLvTlzU/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night David was a little wired for some reason. He started playing with a measuring tape. He would pull it out then squint his eyes (just in case it hit him) and let go, then laugh. It was so cute. It kept him and me entertained for at least 20 minutes, which is pretty amazing for David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8ca70965e3af681" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8ca70965e3af681%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331165548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76D5E6BB7BF53D15B14A8BE148D3E05F12CCCF1E.4283E7F79E9A054EA838D61E17AFC00FAA1C9F91%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8ca70965e3af681%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfDWSGJ_bftR77qXtiyJj_Ut4I0Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8ca70965e3af681%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331165548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76D5E6BB7BF53D15B14A8BE148D3E05F12CCCF1E.4283E7F79E9A054EA838D61E17AFC00FAA1C9F91%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8ca70965e3af681%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfDWSGJ_bftR77qXtiyJj_Ut4I0Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last is Sweet Morgan and her PRECIOUS smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262037070852743074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQaC1iMdX6I/AAAAAAAAASw/-LDS30cR0WQ/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These kids make me so happy. They really are my pride and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-439073634348879624?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1edb2cbe873170f0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a8ca70965e3af681&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/439073634348879624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=439073634348879624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/439073634348879624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/439073634348879624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-wanted-to-share-some-of-our.html' title='Kids Say/Do the Darndest Things'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQZ_FN_K1ZI/AAAAAAAAASY/vlIsZkPP9GY/s72-c/IMG_1473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8084126964487708150</id><published>2008-10-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:52:41.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a tendency to get bored with things the way they are. I am always re-arranging furniture, and when that fails to satisfy my need, I paint. I was starting to get bored with Morgan's room, so what did I do? You guessed it I painted, and redecorated. It went from this (this picture is old, from when she was in a crib, but it was the only one I had. You get the idea). . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261227113525289266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQOiL0BUITI/AAAAAAAAASI/7gA3dYaM2jE/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;to this. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260932852792277634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQKWjlXduoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D93Joioaypk/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260931734872162178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQKVigyif4I/AAAAAAAAARw/WLVyj0miAzM/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I found this fabric, I was so excited it matches perfectly. I think I'm going to make a bed skirt and a pillow sham out of the same fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260933194913499890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQKW3f3hSvI/AAAAAAAAASA/w1Jlytsdo00/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am very pleased with how her room turned out. Now its time to move on to the next project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8084126964487708150?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8084126964487708150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8084126964487708150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8084126964487708150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8084126964487708150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/morgans-room.html' title='Morgan&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SQOiL0BUITI/AAAAAAAAASI/7gA3dYaM2jE/s72-c/IMG_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8523637717363429142</id><published>2008-10-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:45:55.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Fat Stump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had this HUGE stump in our yard. Since the day we moved in Jared has been wanting to remove it. He has been chopping away with his ax for the past year. Finally he got some guys together to help him take it out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258632630498850258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpqhBkpddI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cn9iokJGgao/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here they are hard at work, taking down the fence and clearing the ground. Making way for. . . . . &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258633271455307874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPprGVUk2GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QZ0H4-EzDvs/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The "Big Guy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are big boys playing with their toys. You think they are hard at work, but really they are just playing, having the time of their life. (It's funny David has that same toy tractor. Boys never grow out of their toys, they still do the same things, the toys just get bigger and more expensive.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258634711240067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpsaI8AygI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S1RQZZhmTfU/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is my lawn, being completely destroyed. You say, Oh its just a little hole. Well my friends, this is just the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;Finally after LOTS of digging you have. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258635698944692722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPptTobJUfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ELf21FXjiVE/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A very stubborn stump and . . . .  Two very proud and very BUFF men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpyXfo2JRI/AAAAAAAAARg/LionjhDnuo8/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258641262863852818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpyXfo2JRI/AAAAAAAAARg/LionjhDnuo8/s200/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258637231580588306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpus18BKRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OnofsL6kc6k/s200/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What would the world be like without men? One thing is for certain it would be much cleaner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258637921984515698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpvVB5JDnI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ehop_SlWdWI/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Not only is my yard nothing but a pile of dirt (soon to be mud, because lets face it, we live in Washington!) My carpet has big giant shoe print in a trail down the hall. Men, what would we do without them?  (Thanks babe for all your hard work, I love ya!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8523637717363429142?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8523637717363429142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8523637717363429142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8523637717363429142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8523637717363429142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-fat-stump.html' title='The Big Fat Stump'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPpqhBkpddI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cn9iokJGgao/s72-c/IMG_1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8008142208468573082</id><published>2008-10-17T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:49:48.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby blankets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Lately I have gone a little fabric crazy. It all started when I was in the fabric section at Wal-mart, looking for some fabric for Davey's costume. I couldn't just get that and leave. I had to go look at the flannels and of course I found some super cute stuff. So I now am on a baby blanket making spree. Here are some of the fabrics I found. . . &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258250162491385506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPkOqdNwZqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sf9x3KLPmbw/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The one on top is my favorite. Now I just have to find some cute coordinating fabric for the back.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258250819047791874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPkPQrFAHQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wiX8pslJJiM/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't that the cutest little girl fabric ever? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258255797235951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPkTycRjJlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OBQKYtG8jEs/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one just needs the crochet around the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258256742846865298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPkUpe8wn5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2SHY3l_RAyk/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is my most recently finished blanket. Now I just need someone to have a baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I dedicate this post to Peggy, my baby blanket teacher/inspiration!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8008142208468573082?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8008142208468573082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8008142208468573082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8008142208468573082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8008142208468573082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-blankets.html' title='Baby blankets'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SPkOqdNwZqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sf9x3KLPmbw/s72-c/IMG_1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6741147307650673899</id><published>2008-10-08T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:20:10.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private</title><content type='html'>The time has come for me to make my blog private. I never thought I would have a need to make it private, but there has been a lot of freaky stuff going on with one of my close friends, that I decided I need to make it private for the safety of my family. So send me your email address, or you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:stoker_fam@hotmail.com"&gt;stoker_fam@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, so I can add you. Don't be shy, if you read it and you still want to read it, send me your email address so you can continue to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6741147307650673899?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6741147307650673899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6741147307650673899' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6741147307650673899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6741147307650673899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/private.html' title='Private'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1048118614795019883</id><published>2008-10-06T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:50:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things you may not know about me</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law did this on her page, and I'm really glad she did because I felt like I got to know her a little better. I decided to do it so maybe some of you can get to know me a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am #5 of 8 kids. 5 boys 3 girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always been the black sheep of the family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was born in the front seat of a dodge caravan in the hospital parking lot. The doctors said I was contaminated and they wouldn't let me in the nursery with all the other babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never attended a public elementary school. I was home schooled all through grade school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throughout High school I did a correspondence high school along with attending Public High school and I graduated a year early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was fourteen when I had my first full time job, working at a fruit stand. At sixteen I was working two full time jobs, during the summer (fruit stand and taco time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked at Taco Time through high school and that is where I made some of my best friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was "almost" engaged before I met Jared. I'm sure glad that didn't work out, because Jared is my One true love!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was fifteen I went and lived with my aunt and uncle in Colorado for a few months, to "get away." (Thanks Peg and Lee for taking care of me!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in a typing class in Jr. High and I was so advanced that my teacher moved me to the class a grade older.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was seventeen when I started college. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jared left me at a drive in movie on our second date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A vacation in my family consisted of a LONG drive and camping. We have been to Zions, Goblin Valley and the Arches at least twenty times (that's at least once each summer almost my whole life).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only time we ever ate out as a family was on vacation. We would go to Wendy's and my dad would give us each 3-5 dollars, if we went over we had to pay the difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We never had TV when I was a kids, in fact my parents still don't. The only time we got to watch TV was at Grandma's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always loved Babies. Anytime there was a baby around you had to fight me to get a chance to hold them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love babies and Jared and I want lots of them. Yes, there are more to come. No, this is NOT an announcement. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the smell of popcorn, but I love to eat it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love being a stay at home mom, and feel very blessed to be able to do so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someday I would love to travel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I workout five days a week and absolutely love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started gymnastics when I was five, and did it on and off until I was fourteen. I was on a competition team. I could do anything from a back flip to a double back flip to a front pike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate oatmeal, but I eat it every morning for breakfast because I know its good for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to dance, even though I can't. Someday I want to take a ballroom dance class with Jared. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love music. It has always been a big part of my life. I have taken piano, violin and recorder lessons. I have always wanted to play the flute and harp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really enjoy singing although I don't have that great of a voice. My knowledge of songs is endless. I have even been called a walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents have always been health fanatics and I have now adopted some of their "weird" ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love decorating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started scrap booking when I was young and wasn't very good at it. I now scrapbook and I'm not to bad at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not much of a morning person. Never have been and probably never will be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I eat pretty healthy and I'm contemplating becoming a vegetarian, but I'm wondering if it's more work then it's worth?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little I took a painting class and painted some pretty amazing portraits. I gave them to both my grandparents so I never even get to see them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been in four plays (Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wizard of Oz and the Christmas Carol).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy blogging but I will never be as good at it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharese&lt;/span&gt;, AKA Wonder Woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really love summer and the sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not a fan of rain and wind, lucky for me I live in Washington.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love fall, all the pretty colors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like it when it starts to get cold because I LOVE sweaters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like the snow except for when I want to go snowboarding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a people watcher. I could sit for hours just watching people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely hate grocery shopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cook the same 10 meals over and over and over. . . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We never have goodies at our house, because I eat them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HATE meat loaf and hamburger pie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Thanksgiving is a strange holiday. I think its great that we remember and express our thanks, but the big feast? I think it's a ridiculous tradition. Not to mention I don't even like turkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worry about my kids all the time. I worry about their safety and worry that when they are older they will make bad choices and mess up their lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have very much patience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate doing dishes. If I had to choose between doing the dishes and scrubbing toilets, hands down, I choose toilets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching my children learn and grow. Being a mother is the best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really love the Gospel and am very grateful to my wonderful parents who taught me to live it by example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like crafting and making things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water is the only beverage I drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very sensitive. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really love having a clean house, and I work really hard at it, but for some reason it never seems to actually be clean. I clean a room and I turn around and it's a mess again. Sometimes I think I'm losing my mind because I wonder if I ever really cleaned it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I use to be a waitress at a restaurant. One time a accidentally dumped an entire drink on some guys lap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked in housekeeping at a Crystal Inn. One time I walked in on a naked guy passed out on the bed. Awkward!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Utah and living close to all my family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like Washington, its really beautiful here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jared and I have our fair share of struggles, but all in all I think we have a pretty great relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost called off my wedding because I thought I was making a mistake. I called my mom many times in tears asking her what I should do. Thank goodness for a wise mother!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't sleep if I haven't brushed my teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like getting new clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my favorite things is when Jared laughs. I don't know why but I get butterflies in my tummy when he laughs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love having my arms and legs rubbed, It can literally put me in a trance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the only one out of my siblings that like asparagus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and my brother Brett are the only ones in my family that wear contacts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never had my fingernail painted. I think it looks silly on everyone, but especially me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took piano lesson for 8 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that feet are gross.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love popping people fingers and toes (only if they have clean socks on).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got kicked out of a class in High School (permanently) for talking back to the teacher. (She was teaching about evolution and how we evolved blah blah and I said "I think your ancestor probably were apes, look at you!" she wasn't to happy about that).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed more classes in High School then I attended (not really, but I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sluff&lt;/span&gt; a lot).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first boyfriends name was Jared, and I married a Jared. Not the same Jared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read stories to my kids for hours each day, and Morgan loves to go to the Library because their book and puzzle supplies are endless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have lots of shoes, but I wear the same 3 pairs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really have a favorite food. I'm not too picky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm always up for trying new foods. You never know if you like until you've at least tried it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want my kids to be smart. I work with Morgan everyday on her alphabet, and I am pleased to say she knows and can identify all of the letters both lower and upper case. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never been very good at math.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love playing sports, such as soccer, basketball, tennis, racquetball, volleyball etc. . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like watching sports. Especially football, I don't even understand the game and I have no desire to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a dream of walking barefoot on a warm beach, in the moonlight, holding hands with Jared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have spent way too much time working on this post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love hiking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once when I was snowboarding for a date, I was boarding down the hill and I biffed it and my date biffed it right behind me and his snowboard hit me on the head. I was spitting blood the rest of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want to go on a tropical cruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jared is reading this so I'm hoping he will get the hint and take me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when people read over my shoulder. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was younger me and my cousin would spend the night at my Grandma's house. We would get up to watch the price is right. We both said that some day we would be on that show. That is still something I would really like to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived with my in-laws for a month before Jared and I were married. As much as I love my in-laws it was a little weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the office. I know there are lots of people out there that think its so funny, but I think it's stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like playing board games. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really like soft serve ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to do something that makes a difference in someones life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when I'm walking around in socks and I step in water. I hate wet socks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really know what it stands for but I know I have it. Its some sort of jaw problem and it hurts. I have to wear a mouth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt; at night, and sometimes during the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to listen to the rain on the roof. I love thunder and lightening storms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my family more than anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a really bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; of biting my fingernails. I am sure it is a big part of why I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe I just came up with 99 things about me, my brain hurts and I'm tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-1048118614795019883?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1048118614795019883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1048118614795019883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1048118614795019883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1048118614795019883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/100-things-you-may-not-know-about-me.html' title='100 things you may not know about me'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-19975005517235366</id><published>2008-10-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:43:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SOlC9rKuqGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0isUNQ6CNIQ/s1600-h/pres+monson"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253804067631573090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SOlC9rKuqGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0isUNQ6CNIQ/s320/pres+monson" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I have listened to the talks given by the Elders of the church, my heart has been touched. I love Conference and all the wonderful messages that are shared. It is a chance for me to reflect where I am at in life, and where I want to be. I am so grateful for the Restored Gospel and the part it plays in my life. How blessed we are to have such a wonderful organization, with God at its head. We are so blessed to have so many righteous and inspired men, to help direct this church. Every time we are privileged to hear their wonderful words of wisdom, I am given new convictions to be a better wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was listening to the talks today, I was trying to think of a time when I knew the gospel was true. I couldn't think of one particular incidence, but I realized there has never been a time in my life when I have doubted the truthfulness of the gospel. I realized that I have always known and believed every aspect of the gospel. When our dear Prophet President Hinkley passed away, and Elder Monson was made the new president, I thought I would have a hard time making the adjustment. It seemed like no one would ever be as wonderful as Pres. Hinkley. Although Pres. Hinkley was truly an amazing prophet/man, Pres Monson is just as amazing. He is an inspired Prophet of God. He can do so much for our church, just as Pres. Hinkley has. I love and sustain our Prophet, President Monson, and look forward to the many years of his leadership and council. I hope that all of you were inspired and touched by this General Conference as I was.&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/2974312052796083837-19975005517235366?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/19975005517235366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=19975005517235366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/19975005517235366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/19975005517235366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SOlC9rKuqGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0isUNQ6CNIQ/s72-c/pres+monson' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5205805393361749356</id><published>2008-10-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:45:19.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Clean up on isle 2"</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I was running errands, I drug the kids to a couple different stores.  We were in Target, our final stop before home.  I was pushing the cart down the isle, when suddenly I noticed my cart was leaking. I look up to find Morgan with a look on her face that says "ah oh!" Yeah ah oh is right. So all sorts of thoughts are running through my head like, do I grab her and run and try and find a bathroom, or do I just stand here and wait? . . . I just stood there waiting for her to finish, watching as her shoes fill up, silently praying that no one will walk by.  It seemed to go FOREVER!. Finally when she finished her business I push the cart as fast as I can out of the store (without looking to obvious), once again praying that no one with notice that Morgan is drenched or that the cart is dripping. I walk past a cashier as I'm leaving and politely say "clean up on isle 2."  By the time we get outside both of the kids are crying and I'm trying to get them to the car, when a sweet lady ask me if I could use some help, .  . I thought to myself , do I look like I need help? Did she notice that Morgan is drenched in her own urine, or is it simply the fact that I'm trying to carry (almost dropping) two screaming kids?&lt;br /&gt; That was my adventure of the day. It was a little stressful at the time, but someday I'm sure I will look back and laugh! I guess next time Morgan tells me she needs to go potty, I'll be sure and take her to the potty, RIGHT THEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5205805393361749356?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5205805393361749356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5205805393361749356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5205805393361749356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5205805393361749356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/10/cean-up-on-isle-2.html' title='&quot;Clean up on isle 2&quot;'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-4852122565131247089</id><published>2008-09-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:17:29.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Time</title><content type='html'>Morgan loves to sing, I don't know where she gets it from (wink!). She walks around singing all day long. I love listening to her sing. We sing songs together quit often (at least 10X a day). I thought I'd better get her singing on video. I wasn't sure if she would actually sing while I was recording her, but I thought I'd give it a try. I start recording, and she didn't want to stop. As soon as she finished one song she would run over to "Preview it" and then say "K now what song?" We now have a record of her singing just about every primary song! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ceaf2efd951e981&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4852122565131247089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=4852122565131247089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4852122565131247089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4852122565131247089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/singing-time.html' title='Singing Time'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8246159503343940739</id><published>2008-09-28T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:46:13.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower</title><content type='html'>This morning, I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower so the water can start to warm up. I'm doing this and that waiting to get in. Then I go to get in the shower and. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251252276612875346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SOAyH414xFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r5c7m5LOKhA/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is David, standing in the shower with his Jammie's on. Who says you can't take a shower fully clothed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8246159503343940739?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8246159503343940739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8246159503343940739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8246159503343940739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8246159503343940739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/shower.html' title='Shower'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SOAyH414xFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/r5c7m5LOKhA/s72-c/IMG_1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-7556201797268630973</id><published>2008-09-27T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:37:28.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things about me</title><content type='html'>8 things I'm passionate about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family (immediate and extended)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;running&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dessert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a clean house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 words or phrases I say often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's the thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't hit David&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RIGHT NOW!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if. . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honey I NEED. . . . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raise my children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a grandma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serve a mission (with Jared)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something amazing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a personal trainer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better wife and Mother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 Things I've learned from my past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The importance of family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How truly wonderful the Atonement is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is a decision &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pregnancies are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; but WORTH IT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High school is SO overrated  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its okay to dream BIG &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn't matter what mistakes you made, what matters is who you are because of them &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is what we make it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YrzoCnFrgI/SNeM4eME_qI/AAAAAAAAA64/mSXnr4oQeS8/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 Places I would LOVE to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahamas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;England&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Egypt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;California&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anywhere Warm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YrzoCnFrgI/SNeGYdOT1CI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nPPPqlV3mEk/s1600-h/island.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 Things I currently need or want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food storage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids to stop fighting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A million dollars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To go on a cruise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be able to run a half marathon in Nov.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; To paint Morgans room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jared's&lt;/span&gt; projects that he's started FINISHED!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YrzoCnFrgI/SNeabg-qq6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/3Xq7hBUjk7U/s1600-h/gerbera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heather Gibby &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heather Page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kristin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sharese&lt;/span&gt; Beck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julie Stoker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miriam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Staub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Susie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vantusenbrook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-7556201797268630973?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7556201797268630973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=7556201797268630973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7556201797268630973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7556201797268630973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-things-about-me.html' title='8 things about me'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8062894578540449295</id><published>2008-09-23T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:37:07.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day!</title><content type='html'>I just sent Jared off to his first day at his new job! I feel like I just sent my child off to his first day of school, I am anxious and nervous for him. I am having mixed emotions, I am excited that he will be gone more than two days a week, but I'm also a little sad. I'm grateful that He is willing to work so hard to support our family,and take on a second job. He is a great provider and a wonderful husband and father. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249250823457941570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SNkVz-0jKEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FU5wcsZqG6c/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good Luck Jared, I hope you have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8062894578540449295?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8062894578540449295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8062894578540449295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8062894578540449295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8062894578540449295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day.html' title='First day!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SNkVz-0jKEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FU5wcsZqG6c/s72-c/IMG_1216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1117197948654071142</id><published>2008-09-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:07:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kayla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 17, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 140%; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(255, 0, 119); "&gt;This was posted by my sister Heather!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;This is my sister Kayla. Today is her Birthday so I wanted to wish her a Happy day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYXiN5PfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sinQ0pQ1Agc/s1600-h/Perry+houses+001.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247494414673722866" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYXiN5PfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sinQ0pQ1Agc/s320/Perry+houses+001.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of younger siblings who look up to their older siblings, but this is not the case in my family. I look up to my little sister Kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYYLPhziI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d0BUGUvNkwo/s1600-h/Pictures+005.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247494425686429218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYYLPhziI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d0BUGUvNkwo/s320/Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to be like my baby sister Kayla! She is a good example to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYYTWQm8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/cnGojK36SMo/s1600-h/April+07+019.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247494427862145986" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYYTWQm8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/cnGojK36SMo/s320/April+07+019.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wished I could get my hair to look as cute as hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4CX-n2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/yQv-Ymy2W7M/s1600-h/heather&amp;amp;kayla.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493873550139234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4CX-n2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/yQv-Ymy2W7M/s320/heather%26kayla.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to get my wardrobe as styling as hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4NhG-II/AAAAAAAAAIA/JLwa584jrKw/s1600-h/kayla&amp;amp;heather.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493876541225090" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4NhG-II/AAAAAAAAAIA/JLwa584jrKw/s320/kayla%26heather.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention she is just a sweet, smart person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4WMHmRI/AAAAAAAAAII/_sybip3608M/s1600-h/kayla&amp;amp;mom.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493878869104914" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4WMHmRI/AAAAAAAAAII/_sybip3608M/s320/kayla%26mom.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla I just wanted to tell you thank you for being my sister and I am sorry for everything I have put you through being your older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4jXKvGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yLXEHigLSR0/s1600-h/kayla&amp;amp;troy.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493882405108834" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4jXKvGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yLXEHigLSR0/s320/kayla%26troy.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4sU1uFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t0QON83lSZY/s1600-h/kaylasing.jpg" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 119); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493884811262034" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLX4sU1uFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t0QON83lSZY/s320/kaylasing.jpg" border="0" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-right-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); border-left-color: rgb(51, 17, 0); " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sis!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 17, 0); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-1117197948654071142?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1117197948654071142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1117197948654071142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1117197948654071142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1117197948654071142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-kayla.html' title='Happy Birthday Kayla!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Li3coBsneAs/SNLYXiN5PfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sinQ0pQ1Agc/s72-c/Perry+houses+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6008003757389221164</id><published>2008-09-15T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:43:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SM9GyQJI0xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/e_-Jr6b6HI8/s1600-h/wmlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246489920050615058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SM9GyQJI0xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/e_-Jr6b6HI8/s320/wmlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love wal-mart. One stop shopping is my kind of store, especially when you have two kids that you have to get in and out of car seats, and then pack them around. You go to wal-mart and you can pick up your groceries for dinner maybe a new pair of shoes for the kids and your entertainment for the week. They have the lowest prices, and they will meet any competitors price. The problem is who has two hours to spend standing in line while you wait for the worlds slowest cashier's. I have never once been "In and out" of wal-mart. They have two registers open for the fifty people waiting in line, and to top it off all the cashier at wal-mart are a LITTLE slow! Sometimes it worth it to run to Safeway and pay the outrageous price then wait in line at wal-mart for 45 minutes to buy a gallon of milk. Is it too much to ask, for them to use more than two of the 25 registers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats my soap box for the day. Thanks for letting me vent, I already feel better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6008003757389221164?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6008003757389221164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6008003757389221164' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6008003757389221164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6008003757389221164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/wal-mart.html' title='Wal-mart'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SM9GyQJI0xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/e_-Jr6b6HI8/s72-c/wmlogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-2627974992746766646</id><published>2008-09-13T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:19:13.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its that time of year when all the wonderful fruit is in season, and that can only mean one thing. . Canning! I am proud to say that I just finished my first batch of canned peaches, All by myself. They turned out beautifuly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245710783120090146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SMyCKg5PJCI/AAAAAAAAALg/YgB_FoxsmJ8/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now we can enjoy the delicious taste of peaches all year long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-2627974992746766646?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2627974992746766646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=2627974992746766646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2627974992746766646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2627974992746766646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SMyCKg5PJCI/AAAAAAAAALg/YgB_FoxsmJ8/s72-c/IMG_1321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-2505831286705742779</id><published>2008-09-11T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:09:32.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The simple things</title><content type='html'>As I was going about my day today, I was feeling a little frustrated and negative. Instead of letting it get to me I decided to count my blessing instead. I started thinking about all the good things in life and the simple things that just make me smile :) Here are some of the things that I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love a nice clean house, when you just get done cleaning and you can sit back and admire a job well done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love taking long, hot showers. At the end of a stressful day, or just to warm up on a cold winter day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love holding hands with Jared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love listening to Morgan sing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love it when David cuddles with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the smell of roses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to laugh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love homemade cookies, but hate that I can't stop after just one, or two.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to find good deals. Its my favorite when you go to pay for something and its cheaper than you thought it was going to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love running. I love the way I feel after a nice long run.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love it when my kids play together without fighting and crying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love soaking in the sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love dancing. When Jared and I dance in the kitchen even though we don't have any music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the sound of water, or the smell of paper hot off the press.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love curling up and spending hours lost in a good book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love thunder storms. Sitting out on the porch watching a thunder/lightening storm and smelling the rain. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love being organized. I hate clutter, and things laying around. I love it when everything has a place, and is in its place, all neat and tidy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sleeping in. There's nothing like waking up in the morning and looking at the clock to find that its 9:00. Its a great way to start every morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few of the many things that I love. What are some of the things you love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-2505831286705742779?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2505831286705742779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=2505831286705742779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2505831286705742779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2505831286705742779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-things.html' title='The simple things'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6576394554341917032</id><published>2008-09-01T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:10:36.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferry Boat</title><content type='html'>Today, in celebration of the holiday we went to Seattle and rode on a Ferry boat. I have never been on a ferry, so I was very excited. Morgan was really excited about the water. She told me "Mom be careful, don't drop your glasses in the water." She's always looking out for everyone. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241291720763827234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzPDOxS5CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AR1iTFnD1bs/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a very pretty and an enjoyable ride. While we were on the ferry, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt; were just gliding right overhead. They were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of all the people. People were feeding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt;, one guy had them eating right out of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241298141162539282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzU48noiRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/13Yo3F5qtIA/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We rode the ferry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bainbridge&lt;/span&gt; island. It was a pretty small town, by the time we got there at six o'clock PM everything was closed. We walked around for awhile and finally found a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PO&lt;/span&gt;-dunk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; that was open. As we are finishing up our dinner we look at the clock and realize that the ferry is suppose to leave in ten minutes. We hurry and pay for our dinner, pick up the kids and start running back. We didn't make it in time so we had to sit around with a very grumpy David for an hour while we waited for the next boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241297403453019970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzUOAb-l0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O9tvbzjxZRY/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is a picture of some random guy I saw on the street. Yes my friends, he is wearing a skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241299069162566610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzVu9sFM9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oA42K6rjIFA/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;David on the ferry. He is a future fire fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241299747738998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzWWdlT1UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0HOsh3b9M_M/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was at a park overlooking the harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241300980162556434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzXeMt-8hI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HP7j2_G17go/s320/IMG_1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was my attempt to get a family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241301399002900066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzX2lBTZmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJM4-s81twI/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was as we were pulling up to the dock, with the night time glow of Seattle behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6576394554341917032?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6576394554341917032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6576394554341917032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6576394554341917032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6576394554341917032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/09/ferry-boat.html' title='Ferry Boat'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLzPDOxS5CI/AAAAAAAAAJM/AR1iTFnD1bs/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8417741895142311152</id><published>2008-08-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:49:30.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the past few weeks, I have been feeling rather bland. I have had many attempts so try and spuce things up, but to no avail. So today I was feeling a little sassy and brave so i went and got a brand new look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the before and after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240460706336139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLnbP0yO6rI/AAAAAAAAAI8/M2Rxyf8NaEM/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240460870541718674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLnbZYf5NJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_L1ysldCuVM/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know if its all that different, but its new and exciting, and just what I needed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8417741895142311152?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8417741895142311152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8417741895142311152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8417741895142311152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8417741895142311152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/brand-new-me.html' title='Brand New ME!!!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLnbP0yO6rI/AAAAAAAAAI8/M2Rxyf8NaEM/s72-c/IMG_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-8338614209182116262</id><published>2008-08-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:47:58.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been slacking off on my blogging the last month, so I will update on all the fun activities we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first week in August, my family (Dad, Mom, Jesse and Brittany) came out to visit! We Crammed all eight of us in our little house. The whole week we were stepping on each other and climbing over beds and blankets.&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time outdoors as well! One day we went to wild waves. We took turns taking Morgan and David in the wave pool, which Morgan loved, and going down the water slides and on the rides. We enjoyed a delicious, but very expensive, chili cheese fry, and the Sunshine(which doesn't come out to often)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239772645154834434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLdpdZJDSAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qoyKw7MaMkM/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is my little Brother. . What a STUD!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239780471532304738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLdwk8q2OWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HUgl--DyRSE/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my cute little sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day we drove 3 hours to get to the coast, where they were having a sand sculpting contest. There were some VERY amazing sculptures. Its incredible what you can do with sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239774524789506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLdrKzU4QVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9aOcALjp27M/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you believe that, that's just sand. . WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239774852516142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLdrd4M_31I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_bx16bjXusc/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Despite the cold wind and the even COLDER temperature of the water, the kids (Jesse Brittany, Morgan and David) all went for a swim. Crazy? . . . I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239776612862870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLdtEWAXQqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JNCv9NYy4Ck/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took advantage of my sibling being here, I had Jesse go workout and play tennis with me, and Brittany and I went running a few times. &lt;div align="center"&gt;We really enjoyed having them here, and can't wait for their next visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-8338614209182116262?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/8338614209182116262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=8338614209182116262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8338614209182116262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/8338614209182116262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SLdpdZJDSAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qoyKw7MaMkM/s72-c/IMG_1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5472880829989686885</id><published>2008-07-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:15.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past week I was at girls camp with my ward. They asked me to go because they didn't have enough leaders. We went to camp Zerahemla, it is a church owned camp site, located about 2 hours from here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225333346344006034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQc_lXWcZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/om274RVtJNQ/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did all kinds of activities, such as volleyball, archery, singing camp songs, flinging paintballs with sling shots, eating smores, necklace making, and much more!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225332293142177490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQcCR4d5tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Go4DCeIFloA/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a chubby bunny contest, which I won! 16 BIG marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225331196144763106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQbCbP5wOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sBTS6oKpxxg/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day Me and Amy, one of the leaders, went running. we went about 3 miles away from camp, and on our way back, I saw something up ahead on the side of the road. At first I thought it was a cow but as we got closer I realized it was a Bear! A BEAR! We stopped dead in our tracks. Not knowing what to do, we just stand there staring at it, and it was just standing there staring back at us. As I stood there, the only thought going through my head was, "Man I sure wish I had my camera right now." It could have been a very scary situation and my thought were about getting a picture. After a few minutes, the bear decided we were harmless and he wondered off into the forest, and we continued on our run!&lt;br /&gt;Our camp was infested with chipmunks. They were out of control, and to those of you who don't know, I am terrified of chipmunks. So I was taking a nap in my tent, when I suddenly awoke to a chipmunk running acrossed my back. Then the next morning the other leader (lynzie Bateman), woke up to one running right across her face. The chipmunks were scarier then the Bear!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225336066568689858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQfd6_dGMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gfSA0wB_G18/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had a good time, it was a nice break from husband and kids, but I am glad to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5472880829989686885?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5472880829989686885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5472880829989686885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5472880829989686885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5472880829989686885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQc_lXWcZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/om274RVtJNQ/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6688285210006916593</id><published>2008-07-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:16.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday David!</title><content type='html'>David had his first Birthday on July 16th. I can't believe how fast time flies. I was gone on his Birthday, so we celebrated on Friday. We didn't do anything to exciting, we went out to dinner at godfathers pizza, opened presents, had cake and ice cream, and&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQJh_uLa8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DNyCwZOcwOE/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSynLbyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BmlIUUcxnf8/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225322128376318050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSynLbyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BmlIUUcxnf8/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSgo-ohuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/83Yp_wj8404/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225321819621852898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSgo-ohuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/83Yp_wj8404/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQIsfbPYxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/j5H2nCXQEkA/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSynLbyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BmlIUUcxnf8/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSynLbyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BmlIUUcxnf8/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSgo-ohuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/83Yp_wj8404/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSynLbyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BmlIUUcxnf8/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSgo-ohuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/83Yp_wj8404/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan was a little sad that David was getting all the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225316595450176082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQNwjbC4lI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xbzas_TP0pI/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He had more fun opening t&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQO2Gla-yI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sIkJ2Y9Jjrw/s1600-h/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225317790299912994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQO2Gla-yI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sIkJ2Y9Jjrw/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he presents then with the actual pres&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQQFT-uvpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LXegqaF6nH8/s1600-h/davids+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225319151105392274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQQFT-uvpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LXegqaF6nH8/s320/davids+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went to town with the cake. He loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday David, and thank you for a wonderful year! You are such a sweet and loving Boy, I love you so mcuh!&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/2974312052796083837-6688285210006916593?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6688285210006916593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6688285210006916593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6688285210006916593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6688285210006916593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-david.html' title='Happy Birthday David!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SIQSynLbyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BmlIUUcxnf8/s72-c/IMG_1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-7602541989929588481</id><published>2008-07-19T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:34:43.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Rules: Answer the questions using only one word. Then tag four others.&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Your significant other? Rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Your hair? ponytail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Your mother? Caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Your father? Intelligent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Your dream last night? none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 Your favorite drink? water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Your dream/goal? Marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. The room you’re in? Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Your hobby? Running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Your fear? Chipmunks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. What you’re not? Mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Muffins? Tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. One of your wish list items? Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Where you grew up? Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. The last thing you did? workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. What are you wearing? Jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Favorite gadget? iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Your pets? None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Your computer? Dell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. Your mood? Exhausted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Missing someone? always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. Your car? Messy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Favorite store? Maurices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Like someone? yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. Your favorite color? Red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. Last time you cried? Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tag Heather, Peggy,  Natalie, and Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-7602541989929588481?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7602541989929588481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=7602541989929588481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7602541989929588481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7602541989929588481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-7005106291773966348</id><published>2008-07-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:16.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Trainer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I recently decided that I wanted to be a personal trainer. So I went to the local gym and started talking to one of the trainers there. He is letting me come to his sessions with clients, I get to observe and ask questions. He is showing me all of the different equiptment, how to use each one and what muscles each one works. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222742944277103986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SHrpCVrQhXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qq7V6rLlfQg/s320/0713082241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting my certification through ACE. I just got the books, and am now learning all the human anatomy! I am stuggling with Information Overload. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is going to take me a few months to get certified, but I am very excited about it!  I am loving everything about the process. I get to meet lots of people that are just as passionate about fitness as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also learning to play tennis, and am always looking for new sports to learn/play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-7005106291773966348?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7005106291773966348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=7005106291773966348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7005106291773966348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7005106291773966348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/personal-trainer.html' title='Personal Trainer'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SHrpCVrQhXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qq7V6rLlfQg/s72-c/0713082241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3573239540774786762</id><published>2008-07-13T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:17.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>On the fourth of July, I ran a midnight race. It took place in Seattle right under the space needle. There were thousands of runner. It was such a beautiful run, with all of the city lights beaming in the midnight sky. My time was 27:20 which isn't that great, but it is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222738224270703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5t4Z-cVm7-U/SHrkvmSCesI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8hCaFqXPOGo/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday Jared and I ran another 5k in mill creek, which is north of Seattle. Jared pushed the kids in the stroller. It was alot of fun with all the people, but it was about 90 degrees, which dosn't make for a very good run. Needless to say my time was worse than my last one, at 29:17. Jared wasn't far behind with 29:59. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5t4Z-cVm7-U/SHrlTyXbj8I/AAAAAAAAACE/qinx9_ht0_s/s1600-h/5k+house+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737712514880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5t4Z-cVm7-U/SHrkRz18UoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U7oL3RMRZ4U/s320/5k+house+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I joined a running club this week, we go running together every monday night. They run about 5.5 miles each week. It will be a good way for me to improve my time and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3573239540774786762?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3573239540774786762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3573239540774786762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3573239540774786762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3573239540774786762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/07/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5t4Z-cVm7-U/SHrkvmSCesI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8hCaFqXPOGo/s72-c/IMG_0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-5373620234110481509</id><published>2008-06-05T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:18.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time!</title><content type='html'>We drove to Utah on the 22nd of May. It was a very long drive with two small children. We were able to make the drive straight through. We stopped twice for gas and a quick stretch. We made it in about 13 hours, but not without tears and screaming. On the day we got there, my family had family pictures, David was so tired that all of the pictures of him, he either has a blank look or is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208601107073968610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEirHEvZqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lqQJn9q3FD4/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Sunday was my brother Cody's mission farewell. He did an excellent job! Then we headed up to Idaho to visit with Jared's family. We had a little birthday party for Jared while we were there, and Jared and I went country dancing at BYU-Idaho. We had a BLAST! We haven't been country dancing since I was pregnant with Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jared drove back home and me and the kids stayed another week at my parents. We went to the zoo, went swimming, shopping, Bowling, out to dinner, out to the movies, and did alot of visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208603095643826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEis60vZqfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NIx4DvEI_VE/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Morgan had so much fun playing with her cousins, and spending time with aunts, uncles, grandmas and grandpas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208603980407089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEituUvZqgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2zjKevOPU58/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Wednesday, all the family went out to breakfast, then I went to the airport with the kids and my parents continued on the the MTC to drop off Cody, He is going to be an awesome missionary. GOOD LUCK CODY!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208605028379109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEiurUvZqhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8-GLcS9czh0/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had an adventurous time at the airport trying to carrying two kids, a car seat, a diaper bag, my purse, and three suitcases. Not to mention my ride (Jared) was twenty minutes late. I must have looked pretty stupid as I dragged David in the car seat while trying to get Morgan to hold onto the strap, my arm turning blue from all the bags cutting of my blood circulation, as I pulled my suitcases out to the road. We finally made it home, and nothing was damaged except my pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-5373620234110481509?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5373620234110481509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=5373620234110481509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5373620234110481509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/5373620234110481509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEirHEvZqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lqQJn9q3FD4/s72-c/IMG_0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-837850143290427904</id><published>2008-06-05T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:18.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The other day, I gave David his first real haircut. He did really good and sitting still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the before picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208596687552620978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEinF0vZqbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ie9F0pvM8sw/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you can see it was a much needed haircut, he was starting to look like a girl.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEinoEvZqcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/he_Mwm4ieFA/s1600-h/IMG_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597275963140546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEinoEvZqcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/he_Mwm4ieFA/s320/IMG_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During                                          and after &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597718344772050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="337" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so much better. Its amazing how a haircut can take you from a scraggly little baby, to a handsome toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEioB0vZqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0hMWA6ROOA/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-837850143290427904?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/837850143290427904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=837850143290427904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/837850143290427904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/837850143290427904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-haircut.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SEinF0vZqbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ie9F0pvM8sw/s72-c/IMG_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-2936345819891650362</id><published>2008-05-15T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:19.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer has finally come our way! We had our first warm weather of the season. I took the kids to the park, where we had a picnic and played on the toys. They had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzMsfCZh6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y8KTlSdkjdI/s1600-h/5-15-08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200756734323951522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzMsfCZh6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y8KTlSdkjdI/s320/5-15-08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzNAPCZh7I/AAAAAAAAADo/WgqOmKDPe5I/s1600-h/5-15-08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200757073626367922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzNAPCZh7I/AAAAAAAAADo/WgqOmKDPe5I/s320/5-15-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Morgan loved going down the slides and playing make believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David loved exploring the new scenery and of course getting into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzNmfCZh8I/AAAAAAAAADw/qFCDlU7Rv6Q/s1600-h/5-15-08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200757730756364226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzNmfCZh8I/AAAAAAAAADw/qFCDlU7Rv6Q/s320/5-15-08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzN3PCZh9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PR-kxTlafC0/s1600-h/5-15-08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200758018519173074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzN3PCZh9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PR-kxTlafC0/s320/5-15-08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad that summer is on its way, now we can spend some quality time outside instead of being cooped up inside all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzMsfCZh6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y8KTlSdkjdI/s1600-h/5-15-08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-2936345819891650362?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2936345819891650362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=2936345819891650362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2936345819891650362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2936345819891650362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzMsfCZh6I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y8KTlSdkjdI/s72-c/5-15-08+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1011503338991422199</id><published>2008-05-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:20.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble!</title><content type='html'>David is 10 months old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unstoppable&lt;/span&gt;. He has been walking for over a month. He is very mobile, which mean twice as much stuff makes it in his mouth. We can't leave anything out or it will end up in Davids mouth. Rocks, mud and leaves seem to be the favorite.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200754535300695938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzKsfCZh4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1pdgDAhkU8c/s320/5-15-08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan and David are now a team! Morgan is the culprit. She opens the front door, and David makes a mad dash outside. Now they are on the deck, which is fenced in, but they don' t stop there. Next Morgan opens the gate and David is right there waiting to escape. They head down the stairs. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzHq_CZh3I/AAAAAAAAADI/32lySmusT5E/s1600-h/5-15-08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200751210996008818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzHq_CZh3I/AAAAAAAAADI/32lySmusT5E/s320/5-15-08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200749828016539474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzGafCZh1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/DSfj6ZiKB6c/s320/5-15-08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course David goes down face first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan being deathly afraid of moving cars, which is wonderful, will only make it to the grass. David who is completely fearless is now headed for the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's wonderful that they are now at the stage when they can play together, but that also mean they make trouble together, DOUBLE TROUBLE!&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/2974312052796083837-1011503338991422199?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1011503338991422199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1011503338991422199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1011503338991422199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1011503338991422199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCzKsfCZh4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1pdgDAhkU8c/s72-c/5-15-08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-4210788726154514106</id><published>2008-05-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:21.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; HERE WE COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200060391276250898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCpTX_CZhxI/AAAAAAAAACY/obqoAGLtAFU/s320/marathon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jared and I are training to run the seattle Half Marathon! Its not until Nov, so we have plenty of time to get ready. We are running a region 10K next month. I am very excited about it. I am gaining such a passion for running. I hope to some day run the Boston Marathon! I don't know if Jared is as passionate about running as I am, it took some coaxing to get him to agree to run with me, let alone run the half , but at least he's doing it!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-4210788726154514106?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/4210788726154514106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=4210788726154514106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4210788726154514106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/4210788726154514106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCpTX_CZhxI/AAAAAAAAACY/obqoAGLtAFU/s72-c/marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1860695447434725334</id><published>2008-05-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:22.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCfXHfCZhvI/AAAAAAAAACI/rPzlIPvzYc4/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199360818413143794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCfXHfCZhvI/AAAAAAAAACI/rPzlIPvzYc4/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is to my wonderful mother! She has been such a wonderful example to me throughout my life. She has taught me how to be a mother. She showed me by example how to live and love the gospel, and to serve in the church. She along with my dad have given me a great desire and love for reading and learning. She has so much compassion and love for her family and those around her. My mother is the worlds greatest mother, and I am so greatful to her for always loving and teaching me to be my very best self! Thanks mom I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199362656659146498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCfYyfCZhwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B4RomEZvIM0/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to my wonderful mother-in-law. She has been such a great example to me. She has showed me what it means to work hard. She has so much energy and strength. She is completely dedicated to her husband and it shows in all she does. She has such a love for the gospel and is trying to convert people everywhere she goes! Thanks for being such a wonderful mother! I love you!&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/2974312052796083837-1860695447434725334?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1860695447434725334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1860695447434725334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1860695447434725334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1860695447434725334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCfXHfCZhvI/AAAAAAAAACI/rPzlIPvzYc4/s72-c/IMG_1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-6816166586181468806</id><published>2008-05-07T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember when life was simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJn0YIXBvI/AAAAAAAAABo/2S906ccFU2Q/s1600-h/wedding+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197831069467346674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJn0YIXBvI/AAAAAAAAABo/2S906ccFU2Q/s320/wedding+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was mine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jared's&lt;/span&gt; three year anniversary. How time flies. Who would have guess what those 3 years would bring.&lt;br /&gt;-6 moves&lt;br /&gt;-3 jobs&lt;br /&gt;-2 kids&lt;br /&gt;-Many hours spent at the doctors office&lt;br /&gt;-Fat tummy&lt;br /&gt;-Stretch marks&lt;br /&gt;-Early Mornings&lt;br /&gt;-Late nights&lt;br /&gt;-snotty noses&lt;br /&gt;-stinky diapers&lt;br /&gt;-Sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;-Temper tantrums&lt;br /&gt;-Endless tears (from both me and the kids)&lt;br /&gt;-A full time job of keeping up on the cleaning and laundry&lt;br /&gt;-A home based business (That requires many long hours on both mine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jared's&lt;/span&gt; part)&lt;br /&gt;-Many church callings&lt;br /&gt;-A mortgage&lt;br /&gt;-Backaches, headaches, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Side aches&lt;/span&gt; and any other kind of ache you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;But along with all the aches, pains and frustrations, has come more laughs, kisses, hugs and love then I ever thought possible. It has been an emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, but a wonderful ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJtaoIXBwI/AAAAAAAAABw/hMOZlbZlQxk/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197837224155481858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJtaoIXBwI/AAAAAAAAABw/hMOZlbZlQxk/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJug4IXByI/AAAAAAAAACA/1yt71_mPhSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197838431041292066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJug4IXByI/AAAAAAAAACA/1yt71_mPhSQ/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJt-YIXBxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8_Z9P7XJuPk/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJt-YIXBxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8_Z9P7XJuPk/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJt-YIXBxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8_Z9P7XJuPk/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-6816166586181468806?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/6816166586181468806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=6816166586181468806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6816166586181468806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/6816166586181468806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SCJn0YIXBvI/AAAAAAAAABo/2S906ccFU2Q/s72-c/wedding+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-7325063110013448132</id><published>2008-05-01T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:23.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early bird catches the worm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Morgan woke up this morning at 4:00, all wide eyed and bushy tailed. Way to early for anyone to be awake. I tried turning on a movie for her and going back to bed, but of course that didn't happen. She was in every few minutes saying "I'm hungry" and "I need to go potty." She finally conked out on the floor at about 7:00, just as David was waking up. David is not feeling good, and wouldn't let me put him down. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195448343636422466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SBnwvetXL0I/AAAAAAAAABg/7CGjoQLi5Qg/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am a little tired this morning, and have a feeling it is going to be a very long day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-7325063110013448132?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/7325063110013448132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=7325063110013448132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7325063110013448132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/7325063110013448132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-bird-catches-worm.html' title='Early bird catches the worm.'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SBnwvetXL0I/AAAAAAAAABg/7CGjoQLi5Qg/s72-c/IMG_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-2310092078032508551</id><published>2008-04-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:23.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old, In with the new!</title><content type='html'>I swore when I got married that I would never own/drive a mini-van. Having kids must do something to your brain, because I am now the owner/driver of a mini-van. We spent the day at the car dealership, where we traded in my audi for my honda odyssey. I saw a side of Jared today that I had never seen. He knows how to get what he wants! He told the salesman how much he would pay for the van and he wouldn't budge. The salesman was so proud when he told us he would give it to us for 200 more than what Jared had said, until Jared told him it was my way or the highway and we got it for the price jared set. Way to go Jared!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194490677598564146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SBaJv-tXLzI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kc8UjtKGWc8/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194490467145166626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SBaJjutXLyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hdNXITDL0Gw/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While we were there waiting for all the paper work and such, Morgan was running around playing with the toys they had in the waiting room. She was running to go get something and ran right into the glass door. I tried hard not to laugh but my efforts were in vain. It was something you would expect to see in tommy boy! &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/2974312052796083837-2310092078032508551?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/2310092078032508551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=2310092078032508551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2310092078032508551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/2310092078032508551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, In with the new!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SBaJv-tXLzI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kc8UjtKGWc8/s72-c/IMG_0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-1710826337062603983</id><published>2008-04-12T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:41:23.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>The past two days have been beautiful weather. Today we enjoyed 75 degrees and blue skies. We spent the afternoon at the beach, and enjoy some much needed sunlight and fresh air. Morgan was having a good time throwing rocks in the ocean. She loves being by the water. David was enjoying eating the sand and putting his toes in the water. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188593321514592674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SAGWIrTXaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/axSAG9pM2JQ/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188593325809559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SAGWI7TXabI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ew2zv9P22sI/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been trapped inside for so long, so the first sign of sunshine we put on our shorts and sunscreen, and took advantage of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a BBQ this evening with my cousin and his family. Its nice to have some family close by, we went over a year without any family what-so-ever, and now we are so happy that we have someone to share special occasions with!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, the kids were playing in the car while I was vacuuming it out. Morgan was sitting next to David, she was looking at one of Jared's scouting pamplets, she came across a picture of Jesus. She looked at David and with so much innocence and love said "David, Jesus loves you." It was so precious it almost made me cry. I guess we don't realize how influencial our little kids are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been trying to sell my car, so we can upgrade to a mini-van! So of course as soon as we put the car on the market the check engine light comes on. Jared was checking it out today and found that a mouse had chewed a hole is a hose. Its a miner repair but is quite frustrating. Hopefully we can get that fixed and sell the car ASAP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week my mom is coming out to watch the kids, and Jared and I are taking a little vacation. We are going to Ocean shores. It is about three hours from our house. We are looking forward to a little time away, and a break from nutty guys. We Are going to be very busy when we get back setting up 50 new stores. Oh the joys of nutty guys!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-1710826337062603983?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/1710826337062603983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=1710826337062603983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1710826337062603983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/1710826337062603983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine!'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQHbsmN_unQ/SAGWIrTXaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/axSAG9pM2JQ/s72-c/IMG_0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2974312052796083837.post-3403300481754927320</id><published>2008-03-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:13:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Our festivities started on Friday, we took the kids to see the "Wiggles." Morgan loves the "Wiggles" she is always walking around singing their songs and multiple times a day she will say "I NEED to watch the wiggle." David was even having a blast, He was jumping and clapping along! Jared and I had a good time just watching the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, a family in our ward had an Easter get together. The kids got to hunt for eggs. Morgan was having a ball searching for the eggs. The Easter bunny was there getting pictures with all the kids, Morgan wasn't so sure about getting anywhere near the bunny. David was content with whatever, he doesn't care who's holding him or whats going on as long as he has something to suck on.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon while the kids were down for their naps, Jared and I took the time to organize our new Office/Craft room. We got some new file cabinets, book case and drawers for all of our stuff. Its finally starting to come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had a babysitter, and Jared and I went to some friends and played games. It was a much needed break on my part to not have to put kids to bed or dealing with tantrums. It was 5 hours of complete bliss!&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty usual Sabbath, we didn't do anything to special. We would have loved to be with some family, but seeing how that wasn't an option we just took it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2974312052796083837-3403300481754927320?l=jaredandkayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/feeds/3403300481754927320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2974312052796083837&amp;postID=3403300481754927320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3403300481754927320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2974312052796083837/posts/default/3403300481754927320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaredandkayla.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Kayla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
