<?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-2255717604841651228</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:24:32.542-08:00</updated><category term='Megan'/><category term='Ashley'/><category term='Vienna'/><title type='text'>Smith's</title><subtitle type='html'>living life one step at a time..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7061310942835476038</id><published>2011-07-10T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:47:29.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking-- A new post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;After taking a blog hiatus, OK laziness, I have some great exciting Smith events to blog about!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Our baby turned 8! Boy, did she ever shine all dressed in white!&amp;nbsp; Emily so so excited for this day to finally arrive.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3NIJNJJLz0/Thos4-OPcKI/AAAAAAAABtg/S91If9esGoQ/s1600/Emily8bday+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3NIJNJJLz0/Thos4-OPcKI/AAAAAAAABtg/S91If9esGoQ/s400/Emily8bday+067.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Upon exiting the sacred ordinance, she said "I kinda thought Heavenly Father would make the water a little warmer for me" We just love this witty girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mIb642X1Ng/ThounDJzNbI/AAAAAAAABtk/qsTOB9k1XwY/s1600/Emily8bday+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0mIb642X1Ng/ThounDJzNbI/AAAAAAAABtk/qsTOB9k1XwY/s400/Emily8bday+076.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So thankful for the many family and friends that came to support her!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pikhDne4zk/ThovCOsOvGI/AAAAAAAABts/uyC9F--JWa0/s1600/Emily8bday+096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pikhDne4zk/ThovCOsOvGI/AAAAAAAABts/uyC9F--JWa0/s400/Emily8bday+096.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This cute girl&amp;nbsp;turned 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMkD2jL5kyQ/Tho2CUAJD6I/AAAAAAAAB_I/vDu3oS0Q_c8/s1600/Emily8bday+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMkD2jL5kyQ/Tho2CUAJD6I/AAAAAAAAB_I/vDu3oS0Q_c8/s400/Emily8bday+007.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The kids got a Valentine Dog- Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7V9i9-bTVY/ThpBpNwIGOI/AAAAAAAACBg/_AMNlOcL88s/s1600/pepper+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7V9i9-bTVY/ThpBpNwIGOI/AAAAAAAACBg/_AMNlOcL88s/s400/pepper+006.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I was called to be YW Camp director and got to go with my cute little girl.. cuz she is turning 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td6gN_PB_UU/ThpCFqMxnSI/AAAAAAAACBk/aZ81wnl6GPY/s1600/i+phone+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Td6gN_PB_UU/ThpCFqMxnSI/AAAAAAAACBk/aZ81wnl6GPY/s400/i+phone+037.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We had a ball together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;This guy turned 14!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vtg3QU7ICJE/ThpCxrUwjdI/AAAAAAAACBo/GR0rkiZMfJg/s1600/Emily8bday+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vtg3QU7ICJE/ThpCxrUwjdI/AAAAAAAACBo/GR0rkiZMfJg/s400/Emily8bday+005.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;He took 1st place in his weight at wrestling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URRYeWFxGtg/ThpDPCs0DKI/AAAAAAAACBs/dIpCCG6009A/s1600/i+phone+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URRYeWFxGtg/ThpDPCs0DKI/AAAAAAAACBs/dIpCCG6009A/s400/i+phone+085.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;..and is starting High School this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVnwpUuzJeI/ThpD5LIPAwI/AAAAAAAACBw/LzVCXwV9yNo/s1600/i+phone+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVnwpUuzJeI/ThpD5LIPAwI/AAAAAAAACBw/LzVCXwV9yNo/s400/i+phone+097.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Todd and Shayne went to see Jimmer play&amp;nbsp;with all the Smith Boy's.. and they won, that round at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Zzv8u5OFu0/ThpExt-HTaI/AAAAAAAACCA/kJaEQ3qf6cU/s1600/Emily8bday+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Zzv8u5OFu0/ThpExt-HTaI/AAAAAAAACCA/kJaEQ3qf6cU/s400/Emily8bday+022.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mama starting bring home a paycheck.. working for a Dentist.. in Ahwatukee!&amp;nbsp; I've realized me and rush hour are not a match made in heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIexkQWo_qM/ThpFuRhd83I/AAAAAAAACCE/acrtZEHGllc/s1600/Emily8bday+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uIexkQWo_qM/ThpFuRhd83I/AAAAAAAACCE/acrtZEHGllc/s400/Emily8bday+009.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;This handsome guy has survived a tailbone surgery, started a new job and became Mr. Mom in the mornings!&amp;nbsp; Which is no easy feat considering he has 3 daughters to get out the door each morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGYCeR5xwi0/Thou0PPJFYI/AAAAAAAABto/eozzCiY34GU/s1600/Emily8bday+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGYCeR5xwi0/Thou0PPJFYI/AAAAAAAABto/eozzCiY34GU/s400/Emily8bday+074.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So, as you can see, we are all alive and well and very busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7061310942835476038?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7061310942835476038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7061310942835476038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7061310942835476038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7061310942835476038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2011/07/shocking-new-post.html' title='Shocking-- A new post!'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3NIJNJJLz0/Thos4-OPcKI/AAAAAAAABtg/S91If9esGoQ/s72-c/Emily8bday+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2669795811582109205</id><published>2010-10-10T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:43:33.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Trip 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todd's little brother Kevin is the last one in the family to reproduce.&amp;nbsp; When we found out that he and his wife Laura were expecting, all the sister-in-laws starting planning a surprise trip back east!&amp;nbsp; It seems like we'd been planning and thinking about this trip for forever!&amp;nbsp; The weekend finally came....and it didn't disappoint!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJyrnzgv-I/AAAAAAAABoY/Fu8XkPiw7cQ/s1600/baltimore+trip+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJyrnzgv-I/AAAAAAAABoY/Fu8XkPiw7cQ/s400/baltimore+trip+026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We flew into Baltimore and spend our first day touring our Nations capital in the cool rain.&lt;br /&gt;We got to go hit all the sites.&amp;nbsp; Washington really is an amazing place.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Laurie, Stacy, Me, Lindsay, Janet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJy7C5-aHI/AAAAAAAABoc/q1BnSPiw6AM/s1600/baltimore+trip+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJy7C5-aHI/AAAAAAAABoc/q1BnSPiw6AM/s400/baltimore+trip+029.JPG" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last and only other time that I've been to DC, was for Kevin's wedding and we had all the kids with us.&amp;nbsp; We dragged them all around the National Mall but this experience was a bit different.&amp;nbsp; No kids whining, no potty stops every 15 seconds, and no big crowds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJy_SLDwdI/AAAAAAAABog/QNtPHkEyTso/s1600/baltimore+trip+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJy_SLDwdI/AAAAAAAABog/QNtPHkEyTso/s400/baltimore+trip+035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to the raining day, we even got tickets this time to go up top of the Washington Monument.&amp;nbsp; Amazing views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzDOKsupI/AAAAAAAABok/USorBf1r3CY/s1600/baltimore+trip+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzDOKsupI/AAAAAAAABok/USorBf1r3CY/s400/baltimore+trip+054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The real reason for the trip was to surprise Laura for her baby shower.&amp;nbsp; With a lot of help from her hubby we pulled off a huge surprise!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lindsay, Me and Stacy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzJ4kGV9I/AAAAAAAABoo/upVPu8nYXac/s1600/baltimore+trip+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzJ4kGV9I/AAAAAAAABoo/upVPu8nYXac/s400/baltimore+trip+055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lindsay and Laurie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzNaVFQjI/AAAAAAAABos/DPmUSkBqed4/s1600/baltimore+trip+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzNaVFQjI/AAAAAAAABos/DPmUSkBqed4/s400/baltimore+trip+067.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us Smith girls have never taken an all mom trip before.&amp;nbsp; We did some major bonding, a ton of laughing, great site seeing and of coarse some shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzQYpHybI/AAAAAAAABow/slo5oj71msY/s1600/baltimore+trip+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzQYpHybI/AAAAAAAABow/slo5oj71msY/s400/baltimore+trip+070.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kevin and Laura live in Annapolis, MD.&amp;nbsp; Home of the Navy campus, beautiful sail boats, gorgeous views, amazing crepes and a fun town feel.&amp;nbsp; We toured the Navy campus which by itself is an amazing place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzSp7rspI/AAAAAAAABo0/WlDgLGKwRFc/s1600/baltimore+trip+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzSp7rspI/AAAAAAAABo0/WlDgLGKwRFc/s400/baltimore+trip+071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't you just die for this view in your back window?&amp;nbsp; My view at home is of Panda Express and a gas station, I think I'd rather see this view everyday hands down!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzXshGYXI/AAAAAAAABo4/CA0HqRUAqkQ/s1600/baltimore+trip+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJzXshGYXI/AAAAAAAABo4/CA0HqRUAqkQ/s400/baltimore+trip+076.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is memorial hall on the Navy campus.&amp;nbsp; I had a bit of a moment in here.&amp;nbsp; The photos on the wall, the stories of heroes, the feeling in that room was a strong spiritual moment.&amp;nbsp; As I read and saw everything that this hall had to offer, my mind went back to my son who is now a teenager.&amp;nbsp; In the not to near future he will be making some major life decision's that may lead him down the path to Navy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm just praying for BYU and and mission but I'll love and support him either way!&amp;nbsp; War.....Mission..... hmmmm.&amp;nbsp; I loved this plaque behind me "Don't give up the ship"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that saying is profound!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our trip was an amazing get away!&amp;nbsp; I feel so much closer to all my sister~in~laws!&amp;nbsp; Together we sure can have a ball!! Thank you all for an amazing trip, and mostly thank you Kev and Laura for giving us a great reason to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2669795811582109205?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2669795811582109205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2669795811582109205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2669795811582109205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2669795811582109205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/10/moms-trip-2010.html' title='Mom&apos;s Trip 2010'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJyrnzgv-I/AAAAAAAABoY/Fu8XkPiw7cQ/s72-c/baltimore+trip+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1247502007886644272</id><published>2010-10-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:01:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helmets, Pads and Cleats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is finally in the air and Saturdays&amp;nbsp;at our house are &lt;br /&gt;spent on the field(s) and court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJqCkcQmBI/AAAAAAAABoI/B5t3ob0S01Y/s1600/baltimore+trip+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJqCkcQmBI/AAAAAAAABoI/B5t3ob0S01Y/s400/baltimore+trip+015.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shayne finally convinced me&amp;nbsp;to let him&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;some "real"&amp;nbsp;football.&amp;nbsp; No more flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to stay put on the sidelines if&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;happened to take a hard&amp;nbsp;hit... but as I've now learned... he&amp;nbsp;is plenty big to take the hits and really good at giving the hits!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJrmDWH7AI/AAAAAAAABoM/7xvLrK5BODM/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJrmDWH7AI/AAAAAAAABoM/7xvLrK5BODM/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emily starting playing soccer and loves every kick!&amp;nbsp; She scored her first goal on Saturday and she was all smiles!!&amp;nbsp; Our Emily has some serious soccer skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJvkJrttqI/AAAAAAAABoU/ww1MiGLpO9Y/s1600/megans+11th+bday+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJvkJrttqI/AAAAAAAABoU/ww1MiGLpO9Y/s400/megans+11th+bday+004.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan is playing volleyball, finally a kid that loves a sport that I love to play!&amp;nbsp; Lucky girl gets her mom to be her coach, some days she doesn't feel so lucky I'm sure!&amp;nbsp; I've got to get a picture of her in action, she's really great! So until then, she is sure growing up fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJu2R15mkI/AAAAAAAABoQ/RJH_huUur68/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJu2R15mkI/AAAAAAAABoQ/RJH_huUur68/s400/013.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley is waiting for softball to come around!&amp;nbsp; She can handle that&amp;nbsp;a bat like no other!&amp;nbsp; Action pictures of her coming soon too!&amp;nbsp; Until then, she wins the prize for super supportive sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1247502007886644272?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1247502007886644272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1247502007886644272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1247502007886644272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1247502007886644272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/10/helmets-pads-and-cleats.html' title='Helmets, Pads and Cleats'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TLJqCkcQmBI/AAAAAAAABoI/B5t3ob0S01Y/s72-c/baltimore+trip+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1152850458686550265</id><published>2010-08-11T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:29:09.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The back to school blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the start of a new school year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The endless school supplies were bought, the backpacks were packed and the ever important first day of school outfit were layed&amp;nbsp;out ready to go. Excitement and fear were in the air.&amp;nbsp;We had a little laughing and a lot of nervous crying, but what girl doesn't do that right?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is a big year for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shayne is now big man on campus.. 8th grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvgUUzEQI/AAAAAAAABmk/2GMDZt5jWBw/s1600/first+day+of+school+2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvgUUzEQI/AAAAAAAABmk/2GMDZt5jWBw/s640/first+day+of+school+2010+015.JPG" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan is big gal on her campus... 6th grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvhMNYb6I/AAAAAAAABm0/8Fh5AElmOgI/s1600/first+day+of+school+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvhMNYb6I/AAAAAAAABm0/8Fh5AElmOgI/s400/first+day+of+school+2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley is headin to 4th grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvg7MP6BI/AAAAAAAABms/EX0lmceYyBs/s1600/first+day+of+school+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvg7MP6BI/AAAAAAAABms/EX0lmceYyBs/s400/first+day+of+school+2010+003.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Emily is heading to the doctor!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvhxu3NPI/AAAAAAAABm8/lXofhUcEpew/s1600/first+day+of+school+2010+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvhxu3NPI/AAAAAAAABm8/lXofhUcEpew/s400/first+day+of+school+2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our poor little girl has strep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a way to start off 2nd grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hoping and praying that this is NOT a sign of things to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school report:&amp;nbsp; Everyone (minus Emily)&amp;nbsp;had a great day!&amp;nbsp; I love when that happens!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1152850458686550265?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1152850458686550265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1152850458686550265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1152850458686550265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1152850458686550265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-blues.html' title='The back to school blues'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TGMvgUUzEQI/AAAAAAAABmk/2GMDZt5jWBw/s72-c/first+day+of+school+2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1563757513680349563</id><published>2010-07-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:50:37.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Every two years the Smith family has a big fat reunion. Every comes to a designated spot... this year Yellowstone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDU7B3gSI/AAAAAAAABi8/eBuVkh_SBN8/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+014.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDU7B3gSI/AAAAAAAABi8/eBuVkh_SBN8/s400/yellowstone+vacation+014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We even "rented" another boy to tag along for Shayne's sake. 15 girls and 3 boys can sometimes be a bit much for a kid ya know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDVYLDdpI/AAAAAAAABjE/KAxVPyFgAzk/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDVYLDdpI/AAAAAAAABjE/KAxVPyFgAzk/s400/yellowstone+vacation+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We played in many rivers. We even tubed down a clean, non glass filled, non drunken&amp;nbsp;river!&amp;nbsp; You can't find that in Phoenix!&amp;nbsp; The best was when we broke out the air mattresses and tubed down on those babies!&amp;nbsp; The kids thought that was the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDV7cb_2I/AAAAAAAABjM/WmFAmjdP3zs/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDV7cb_2I/AAAAAAAABjM/WmFAmjdP3zs/s400/yellowstone+vacation+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDWH4y1MI/AAAAAAAABjU/428oQ07DO0w/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDWH4y1MI/AAAAAAAABjU/428oQ07DO0w/s400/yellowstone+vacation+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aunt Laura is adding to the girls in the family with a new baby in November.&amp;nbsp; So the little girls had a surprise baby shower for her one night.&amp;nbsp; They had&amp;nbsp;each come with a little&amp;nbsp;"offering"&amp;nbsp;for the newest little cousin.&amp;nbsp; Such a fun night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzRpWeyRTI/AAAAAAAABkc/BRE8xpzD95M/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzRpWeyRTI/AAAAAAAABkc/BRE8xpzD95M/s400/yellowstone+vacation+007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the grand kids at Mesa Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzR1Q99LSI/AAAAAAAABkk/uvDcMo1Q9yU/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzR1Q99LSI/AAAAAAAABkk/uvDcMo1Q9yU/s400/yellowstone+vacation+009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Great Grandma Grace even joined us for this reunion!&amp;nbsp; We had a great time getting to know her better and her knowing our kids better.&amp;nbsp; She is a true trooper!&amp;nbsp; For being 80 something she went everywhere with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzR-7C8GgI/AAAAAAAABks/wBr8FEDtkVI/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzR-7C8GgI/AAAAAAAABks/wBr8FEDtkVI/s400/yellowstone+vacation+014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Shayne is taller than me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzSFK4vQ1I/AAAAAAAABk0/i3RDLiPOLyY/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzSFK4vQ1I/AAAAAAAABk0/i3RDLiPOLyY/s400/yellowstone+vacation+075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The stinky mud pots.&amp;nbsp; Emily's face says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzTcLvTLVI/AAAAAAAABk8/qnmonzav7J4/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzTcLvTLVI/AAAAAAAABk8/qnmonzav7J4/s400/yellowstone+vacation+105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were in the typical bison traffic jam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The red beauty is Kevin and Laura's car.&amp;nbsp; We were right behind them.&amp;nbsp; This bison wasn't so fond of Kevin's red car!&amp;nbsp; He snorted and growled at the car for a good 15 minutes or so!&amp;nbsp; We all wanted to have an up close view of a bison... I guess we got our wish, multiple times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In one of our bison jams, Shayne spotted some bison fur on a near by tree.&amp;nbsp; Lucky for us, he got out and grab some for a souvenir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzU51CrrgI/AAAAAAAABlE/1G_6AaLZs6Q/s1600/yellowstone+vacation+095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzU51CrrgI/AAAAAAAABlE/1G_6AaLZs6Q/s400/yellowstone+vacation+095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Old Faithful didn't disappoint.&amp;nbsp; Funny, I thought it shot up higher when I was a kid!&amp;nbsp; The wind was blowing so hard that the blast was more of a sideways blast instead of the straight up in the air kind of blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzV-XZfZXI/AAAAAAAABlU/gaDLGuMzYSQ/s1600/IMG_2708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzV-XZfZXI/AAAAAAAABlU/gaDLGuMzYSQ/s320/IMG_2708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made all the Utah stops..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzVa8h0xII/AAAAAAAABlM/N4DelEuahig/s1600/bride+mag+byu+id.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzVa8h0xII/AAAAAAAABlM/N4DelEuahig/s400/bride+mag+byu+id.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This stop about gave a few dad's a heart attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;BYU Idaho.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;got to love the free magazines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had the BEST time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2255717604841651228-1563757513680349563?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1563757513680349563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1563757513680349563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1563757513680349563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1563757513680349563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/07/roadtrip.html' title='Roadtrip'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzDU7B3gSI/AAAAAAAABi8/eBuVkh_SBN8/s72-c/yellowstone+vacation+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2473455708749772277</id><published>2010-07-25T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:02:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boys dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Shayne marked off one of his dreams this year as he got to attend a football camp at BYU that was lead by former BYU players.&amp;nbsp; Since we were heading to a reunion anyway, we decided to leave a day early and let Shayne ooohhh and awwww at some of his football hero's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIO4es-rI/AAAAAAAABjs/vBR4NdX99Ak/s1600/IMG_5515.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIO4es-rI/AAAAAAAABjs/vBR4NdX99Ak/s400/IMG_5515.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIPTRmdhI/AAAAAAAABj0/vI3ds2zJQA8/s1600/IMG_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIPTRmdhI/AAAAAAAABj0/vI3ds2zJQA8/s400/IMG_5517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Getting a pep talk from Max Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIPoIUu-I/AAAAAAAABj8/A58yf4qD9uY/s1600/IMG_5519.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIPoIUu-I/AAAAAAAABj8/A58yf4qD9uY/s400/IMG_5519.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Shayne and Dennis Pitta.&amp;nbsp; Dennis was Shayne's coach all day!&amp;nbsp; His team played against Johnny Harlings team and Shayne made an incredible diving catch.&amp;nbsp; He got high-fived and patted on the booty after his catch, isn't that the right of passage in the football world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIQSpXyUI/AAAAAAAABkE/wjM-hF3o6Mw/s1600/IMG_5520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIQSpXyUI/AAAAAAAABkE/wjM-hF3o6Mw/s640/IMG_5520.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Max Hall and Shayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He had the time of his life!&amp;nbsp; He got great tips and hints and some new found confidence that will last him a lifetime!&lt;/span&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/2255717604841651228-2473455708749772277?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2473455708749772277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2473455708749772277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2473455708749772277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2473455708749772277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/07/boys-dream-come-true.html' title='A boys dream come true'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TEzIO4es-rI/AAAAAAAABjs/vBR4NdX99Ak/s72-c/IMG_5515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6804674122360091920</id><published>2010-07-13T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:30:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eleven short years ago, a little tiny girl entered into our family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just look at her now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TDpLXYqfa1I/AAAAAAAABhM/BsocROY-EPU/s1600/IMG_2504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TDpLXYqfa1I/AAAAAAAABhM/BsocROY-EPU/s640/IMG_2504.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up with all brothers I never thought I'd have a little girl of my own.&amp;nbsp; Megan is like the sister I never had.&amp;nbsp; She loves to go anywhere and everywhere with me!&amp;nbsp; She is my shopping buddy, my best helper and loves&amp;nbsp;so many of the same things that&amp;nbsp;I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TDpLNjZ8uyI/AAAAAAAABhE/L0MIUc65z1A/s1600/IMG_5184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TDpLNjZ8uyI/AAAAAAAABhE/L0MIUc65z1A/s400/IMG_5184.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's a smarty pants that excels at school, and loves to read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's&amp;nbsp;as witty as they come and the one liners&amp;nbsp;she comes up with on the fly makes&amp;nbsp;us smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is an artist and a musician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to cook and bake and is learning how to sew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She makes a mean batch of brownies and she creates some dang good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's our responsible mind of reason and a great peacemaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to play basketball and volleyball and is learning to hold her own in the wrestling department with her bother and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to our one and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mag-mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Megs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maggy-pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-6804674122360091920?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6804674122360091920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6804674122360091920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6804674122360091920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6804674122360091920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/07/11.html' title='11'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/TDpLXYqfa1I/AAAAAAAABhM/BsocROY-EPU/s72-c/IMG_2504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2135754854355500789</id><published>2010-04-29T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:01:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This little girl of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m23HVuYhI/AAAAAAAABa4/BC_hc0jSM2k/s1600/sixflags+april+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m23HVuYhI/AAAAAAAABa4/BC_hc0jSM2k/s400/sixflags+april+027.jpg" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Its been a long standing tradition in our home that the week approaching any birthday is "birthday week".&amp;nbsp; That week the birthday child get to pick all their favorite meals.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily, lets say, has some very good taste buds!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;On the menu this last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;loaded baked potato soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Mongolian shrimp and scallops over rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;jambalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;ranch burgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;citrus pork chops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;ultimate nachos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;We love Emily's birthday week!&amp;nbsp; We eat SO well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m4bnNWzLI/AAAAAAAABbA/5085iWxmSN0/s1600/sixflags+april+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m4bnNWzLI/AAAAAAAABbA/5085iWxmSN0/s400/sixflags+april+013.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Emi&lt;/span&gt; loves the camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m4oKN_hbI/AAAAAAAABbI/b8d1rKGRuDQ/s1600/sixflags+april+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m4oKN_hbI/AAAAAAAABbI/b8d1rKGRuDQ/s400/sixflags+april+020.jpg" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;She loves to make us laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m5LuO06hI/AAAAAAAABbQ/iUARjJlR0Ec/s1600/Easter2010+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m5LuO06hI/AAAAAAAABbQ/iUARjJlR0Ec/s400/Easter2010+010.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;She almost always has a smile on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m6m_dWzNI/AAAAAAAABbg/QY3DYkHvdAc/s1600/March+Bdays+and+stuff+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m6m_dWzNI/AAAAAAAABbg/QY3DYkHvdAc/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+021.jpg" tt="true" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;She loves adventure, getting dirty and all things scary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;We've had 7 years with a funny little girl that comes up with one-liners like no other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;We love you Emily!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2135754854355500789?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2135754854355500789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2135754854355500789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2135754854355500789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2135754854355500789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-little-girl-of-mine.html' title='This little girl of mine'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S9m23HVuYhI/AAAAAAAABa4/BC_hc0jSM2k/s72-c/sixflags+april+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2531004448994086699</id><published>2010-04-21T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:24:09.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spon·ta·ne·ous</title><content type='html'>One thing that I love about Todd&amp;nbsp;is that he&amp;nbsp;is spontaneous.&amp;nbsp; I tend to be more of&amp;nbsp;the planner type but not him.&amp;nbsp; He'd rather wake up and decide to go somewhere and off we'd go.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend we had a bit of a spontaneous trip to our favorite place, Magic Mountain.&amp;nbsp; We got season passes for the park for Christmas so we love to go anytime we're able.&amp;nbsp; I always thought that the park was geared toward older kids.&amp;nbsp; That is partly true, unless you have a bunch of daredevils for children!&amp;nbsp; Check out this ride.&amp;nbsp; The X2.&amp;nbsp; Emily's favorite ride in all the park!&amp;nbsp; Emily is only 6!&amp;nbsp; You can only see her little toes sitting next to Todd!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89nWOCRtoI/AAAAAAAABZw/KdBJykXiS20/s320/x2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89n_Zy8lQI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HiTP-8zDiCo/s1600/sixflags+april+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89n_Zy8lQI/AAAAAAAABZ4/HiTP-8zDiCo/s320/sixflags+april+011.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89m4f7y09I/AAAAAAAABZo/iwV7p0mz5hY/s1600/sixflags+april+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89m4f7y09I/AAAAAAAABZo/iwV7p0mz5hY/s320/sixflags+april+010.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89mk8X2zZI/AAAAAAAABZg/z_4AgNVHbbU/s1600/sixflags+april+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89mk8X2zZI/AAAAAAAABZg/z_4AgNVHbbU/s320/sixflags+april+009.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this kind of thrill rides and I'm so glad our kids do too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what got into our kids but we were all thrill rides all day long!&amp;nbsp; No more waiting in lines for baby rides!&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other exciting news... Megan got contacts! This trip was her first time without glasses and it sure made going on all the free falling-face-first-death defying-loop turning rides so much easier!&amp;nbsp; And of coarse, NO trip to Cali would be complete without a stop at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89pSJ1KlpI/AAAAAAAABaA/96JomuHS0Zc/s1600/sixflags+april+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89pSJ1KlpI/AAAAAAAABaA/96JomuHS0Zc/s320/sixflags+april+006.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qPY8em5I/AAAAAAAABaI/POvMwaKHqvU/s1600/sixflags+april+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qPY8em5I/AAAAAAAABaI/POvMwaKHqvU/s320/sixflags+april+019.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qVqTJ7GI/AAAAAAAABaQ/UNg5OYAE3fA/s1600/sixflags+april+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qVqTJ7GI/AAAAAAAABaQ/UNg5OYAE3fA/s320/sixflags+april+020.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qaN9CA8I/AAAAAAAABaY/K15C6--wjLA/s1600/sixflags+april+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qaN9CA8I/AAAAAAAABaY/K15C6--wjLA/s320/sixflags+april+021.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qgfllx6I/AAAAAAAABag/1tR-y1fBFks/s1600/sixflags+april+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qgfllx6I/AAAAAAAABag/1tR-y1fBFks/s320/sixflags+april+022.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qlxH5hwI/AAAAAAAABao/UoWwNGCFhcI/s1600/sixflags+april+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89qlxH5hwI/AAAAAAAABao/UoWwNGCFhcI/s320/sixflags+april+024.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Someday, somehow we will have a beach house!&amp;nbsp; I could sit and watch the waves forever!&amp;nbsp; It seems like no matter what is happening in life, the beach is always a place to go and get&amp;nbsp;some perspective&amp;nbsp;on life. The analogies are endless.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All I can say is I'm thankful for spontaneous living!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2531004448994086699?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2531004448994086699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2531004448994086699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2531004448994086699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2531004448994086699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/04/spontaneous.html' title='spon·ta·ne·ous'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S89nWOCRtoI/AAAAAAAABZw/KdBJykXiS20/s72-c/x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7208748250251218329</id><published>2010-04-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:23:23.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A DVR kind of life</title><content type='html'>I often wish that life was more like my DVR. Ya know, like wouldn’t it be great to rewind and relive certain parts of your life? And wouldn’t it be great to hit the pause button or the extreme slow motion button to hold on and cherish the moments that seem to be going by to fast? But then there is also the fast forward and extreme fast forward button. I admit there are many times I think I’d be likely to fast forward through the rough spots. I’ve been thinking about this DVR concept a lot lately. Kind of like the movie, Click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had a chance to meet up with an old buddy of mine from back in day, Bruce. Bruce and I were pals that did lots of stuff together with our group of friends. We chatted and I got to met his adorable family and go down memory lane with him for a bit. As I was driving home, I couldn’t help but think of all the fun we had and all the crazy things we did too. I’m not sure there was a resort in Scottsdale that we didn’t at one time or the other sneak into to go pool hopping. Oh the good old days. I got to thinking about this “rewind” concept. We chatted about people I hadn’t even thought of for 15 years! While most of the memories were great and I had fun reliving them, a few of the memories got me thinking about how I should have been better. I should have chosen better. I should have not treated others so poorly. I should have been a better example, darn it! Then my mind shifted to a talk I read a few months back by Elder Holland. Who in my opinion is a rock star among the apostles, is that bad to say? A talk given at BYU last year, called &lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchnews.com/articles/56453/Elder-Jeffrey-R-Holland-Remember-Lots-wife.html"&gt;Remember Lot’s Wife&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Love this talk!&amp;nbsp; I started thinking, am I being like Lot’s wife. Am I longing to go back, relive, redo or stay in the past? Sometimes, yeah. I think Satan has a way of getting into our thoughts and glamorize the past. I don’t have a great memory AT ALL, but all my memories were great! How does that happen? Maybe it just happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently in need of the pause/slow motion button. Time is going by way to fast. I have a teenager and my baby, that is not so much a baby, turns 7 in a few weeks! This time in life is so fun. So busy, but so fun! I love having kids that are in a way, independent. We are officially out of “baby” mode and into a totally different phase in life. I love it. I really, really love it! But boy how I long to hold onto my kids at this stage for longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fast forward button is a button that as of late, I think about to often. I keep thinking, if we could only get past this rough spot or that rough spot we’d be better, happier. But I then was reminded in this last Conference that we learn the most in these rough spots while we are waiting for them to pass. And let me tell you what, I’ve learned a lot. I’m actually becoming a little thankful for the rough spots in a weird way. I’m not at all the same person I was a few years ago. Hopefully, more patient, more understanding, more compassionate and less judgmental, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the thought of having a life DVR is exciting to me, I guess I can only try to hold onto the good, learn from the past, stay present and be hopeful for the future. My kids were watching Back to the future 3 the other day. According to that movie we should in the year 2015 be able to time hop with all the new technology. I guess in the end I might get my wish. I’ll only have to wait just few more years to go back, go forward or stay put according to Doc Brown and Marty McFly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my rant, but if you endured my soap box confessional at least now enjoy this new pictures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8J_gzNuLmI/AAAAAAAABYw/VstWqPOBg7U/s1600/Easter2010+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8J_gzNuLmI/AAAAAAAABYw/VstWqPOBg7U/s320/Easter2010+001.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8J_0BWEF2I/AAAAAAAABY4/4g8jGBSEhZI/s1600/Easter2010+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8J_0BWEF2I/AAAAAAAABY4/4g8jGBSEhZI/s320/Easter2010+002.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8KAcUpZSlI/AAAAAAAABZI/-M5BAWuoqOY/s1600/Easter2010+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8KAcUpZSlI/AAAAAAAABZI/-M5BAWuoqOY/s320/Easter2010+012.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8KAgXgNnpI/AAAAAAAABZQ/kHx6ZArlLRc/s1600/Easter2010+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8KAgXgNnpI/AAAAAAAABZQ/kHx6ZArlLRc/s320/Easter2010+005.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8KCF-GW2GI/AAAAAAAABZY/MSMEzIxhtQQ/s1600/Easter2010+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8KCF-GW2GI/AAAAAAAABZY/MSMEzIxhtQQ/s320/Easter2010+019.jpg" wt="true" /&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/2255717604841651228-7208748250251218329?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7208748250251218329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7208748250251218329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7208748250251218329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7208748250251218329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/04/dvr-kind-of-life.html' title='A DVR kind of life'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S8J_gzNuLmI/AAAAAAAABYw/VstWqPOBg7U/s72-c/Easter2010+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3082182527878663885</id><published>2010-03-24T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:54:34.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tunnel of death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About a year ago I started having some &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt; headaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would categorize them in the &lt;em&gt;I'd-rather-chop- my-head-off&lt;/em&gt; than have this headache category. I'd say we had a few stressful things happening around our little house about the same time, so my doc said its probably stress induced. Well when the &lt;em&gt;scull-pounding-knive-seeking&lt;/em&gt; headaches didn't stop for weeks on end, the doc said lets send you do get an MRI, aka the tunnel of death. Have you ever had an MRI? he asked. Once, and I freaked out BIG time, I said.&amp;nbsp; He thought I was kidding.&amp;nbsp;Not so much kidding.&amp;nbsp; I'm not one that is fond of small confined spaces. In fact, not only am I not fond of them, I HATE them. We had to get to the bottom of these headaches so I didn't have much choice but to face my fear of the "tunnel".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6pAejc2KoI/AAAAAAAABWM/B7RqE8Z0s0o/s1600/mri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6pAejc2KoI/AAAAAAAABWM/B7RqE8Z0s0o/s320/mri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The appointment was made and the little "chill yourself out" pill was taken but then they came in to strap me down to the table, head, arm and legs! Oh boy, I did not like that. The test usually was to take about 45 mins. Mine 65. 65 minutes of praying and trying to find some sort of happy place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days later the test results returned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cyst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back of the scull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.5 cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close to optical gland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;covering the pineal gland. size of pineal gland 5-8 mm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not what we were expecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cyst was determined to be non cancerous but "of concern".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for weeks and weeks I went to different doctors. I seriously felt like the doctors office was my second home. My mind usual goes to worst case scenario, death.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My body tattoos on a smile and keeps movin cuz a pitty party for one is not much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solution: wait 6 months, redo the mri and see if there has been growth to the cyst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday was my day. Once again into the tube. 6 months flew by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time I put on my big girl paints, brought a sleeping mask, took 2 "chill yourself out" pills and was slid in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the waiting game. The stressed ~ out ~ waiting game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long weekend of waiting and wondering, my doc called. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No growth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No change in position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revisit the tunnel in 6 months. If no change, then it’s a monitoring process once a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halleluiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to keep my long hair. Vain, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life!&amp;nbsp; I get to live without some risky surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;headaches are still here. Not as often as they were, thank goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I now have a whole lot of something to be happy about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whole lot of something to be positive about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whole lot of anwsers to some serious prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whole lots of thankfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-3082182527878663885?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3082182527878663885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3082182527878663885' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3082182527878663885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3082182527878663885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/03/tunnel-of-death.html' title='The tunnel of death'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6pAejc2KoI/AAAAAAAABWM/B7RqE8Z0s0o/s72-c/mri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8867562317010412987</id><published>2010-03-17T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:41:57.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring Break in Az wouldn't be complete without a trip to the snow. Thankfully we've gotten snow to go to this year. It's been a nice change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_-mUUkxI/AAAAAAAABVU/3bp-FCTwyhA/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_-mUUkxI/AAAAAAAABVU/3bp-FCTwyhA/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F__JTbn_I/AAAAAAAABVc/RPCR2-qrdNI/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F__JTbn_I/AAAAAAAABVc/RPCR2-qrdNI/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Tifft cousins are always on board for our last minute snow outings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F__kbV7CI/AAAAAAAABVk/DTUIGO0Eo-s/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F__kbV7CI/AAAAAAAABVk/DTUIGO0Eo-s/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6GAAF3n5cI/AAAAAAAABVs/WBI_Ys3dNhE/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6GAAF3n5cI/AAAAAAAABVs/WBI_Ys3dNhE/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_hJaGcrI/AAAAAAAABU0/Zi-AwwwQNMU/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_hJaGcrI/AAAAAAAABU0/Zi-AwwwQNMU/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A true AZ snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_hY3RYZI/AAAAAAAABU8/hbnWT-zpDjo/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_hY3RYZI/AAAAAAAABU8/hbnWT-zpDjo/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_iHI1lhI/AAAAAAAABVM/BOcvrkNioPg/s1600-h/March+Bdays+and+stuff+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_iHI1lhI/AAAAAAAABVM/BOcvrkNioPg/s400/March+Bdays+and+stuff+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;We love the snow, but love it even more that we get to drive out of it and leave it all behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8867562317010412987?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8867562317010412987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8867562317010412987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8867562317010412987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8867562317010412987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-snow-day.html' title='Spring Break Snow Day'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S6F_-mUUkxI/AAAAAAAABVU/3bp-FCTwyhA/s72-c/March+Bdays+and+stuff+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6648674863657653966</id><published>2010-03-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:04:16.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone around here has a very special birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S5-qD8ClLBI/AAAAAAAABT4/8flSszieVy8/s1600-h/ashley+christmas+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261058774871058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S5-qD8ClLBI/AAAAAAAABT4/8flSszieVy8/s400/ashley+christmas+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Ashley!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S5-qDA-l15I/AAAAAAAABTw/7NBwpa5ZDkI/s1600-h/2009-20010+school+year+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261042920445842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S5-qDA-l15I/AAAAAAAABTw/7NBwpa5ZDkI/s400/2009-20010+school+year+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashley has the biggest smile and most contagious laugh!&lt;br /&gt;She loves to tell jokes and pull pranks on us unsuspecting people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to be outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is very easy going and can entertain herself well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has a firey temper and throws a mean left hook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has giggle attacks that can last for hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(which is hularious unless it happens in church, then not so funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you Ashley!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You keep us on our toes and make our home a happy place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 9th Birthday!!&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/2255717604841651228-6648674863657653966?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6648674863657653966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6648674863657653966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6648674863657653966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6648674863657653966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/03/nine.html' title='Nine'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S5-qD8ClLBI/AAAAAAAABT4/8flSszieVy8/s72-c/ashley+christmas+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-777527749411749995</id><published>2010-03-03T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:34:41.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S462s24ZHnI/AAAAAAAABNo/nfJOovLzmaY/s1600-h/shayne%27s%2Bbirthday%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something about the age 13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere between being a boy and a man is this little number 13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S462snJAnZI/AAAAAAAABNg/ASvJLQfRX3s/s1600-h/Grandma%2BBertha%2Bfuneral%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444489877074779538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S462snJAnZI/AAAAAAAABNg/ASvJLQfRX3s/s400/Grandma%2BBertha%2Bfuneral%2B063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 13 years of laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 years of fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 years of memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second to none!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S462rxhQ1zI/AAAAAAAABNY/eULqnkWA4Ho/s1600-h/2009+fall+break+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444489862680991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S462rxhQ1zI/AAAAAAAABNY/eULqnkWA4Ho/s400/2009+fall+break+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've had stray tears all day thinking that my little 9 lb 13 oz first born is now 13!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From boy to man in a blink of an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't have hand picked a more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gentle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;athletic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kind of son anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 13 Shayne!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family wouldn't be the same without YOU!!&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;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/2255717604841651228-777527749411749995?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/777527749411749995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=777527749411749995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/777527749411749995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/777527749411749995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/03/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/S462snJAnZI/AAAAAAAABNg/ASvJLQfRX3s/s72-c/Grandma%2BBertha%2Bfuneral%2B063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2854543531174078611</id><published>2010-01-03T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:00:03.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mile Marker 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todd and I met for the first time when we were 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hated each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annoyance grew to being tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tolerable grew to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Szvnlina4gI/AAAAAAAABLA/pvl2xdsLFyY/s1600-h/highschool_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421181208603845122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Szvnlina4gI/AAAAAAAABLA/pvl2xdsLFyY/s400/highschool_0003.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friendship grew into dates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots of dates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Years of dates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With a few years of &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt; dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421179305930799058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Szvl2ym0N9I/AAAAAAAABK4/Y2u7n81ntqs/s400/prom_0002.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates grew into LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOVE grew into Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421178125925196178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SzvkyGvjoZI/AAAAAAAABKw/7k80FCvruCg/s400/wedding+picture.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A few so~so years.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots of great years..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And many more fabulous years to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SzwGs1TAeQI/AAAAAAAABLI/NlFrIAmXHEM/s1600-h/dadandmom+christmas+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421215418738047234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SzwGs1TAeQI/AAAAAAAABLI/NlFrIAmXHEM/s400/dadandmom+christmas+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love ya babe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for the years of memories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Editors note&lt;/em&gt; ***Yes, I know that we look like we are 12 in all the pictures except the above! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2255717604841651228-2854543531174078611?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2854543531174078611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2854543531174078611' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2854543531174078611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2854543531174078611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2010/01/mile-marker-15.html' title='Mile Marker 15'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Szvnlina4gI/AAAAAAAABLA/pvl2xdsLFyY/s72-c/highschool_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8936355803914918298</id><published>2009-12-21T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:39:05.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smith Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the holidays. I especially love Christmas time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we start out the Christmas season by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; drawing family names on Thanksgiving day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Megan usually makes up some fancy box and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; writes all of our names down so that we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can draw each others names for a month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of service followed by the Christmas Eve gift exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids love it. They try so hard to serve their particular person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another tradition that I love is doing secret service for another family. I love that the kids really get into it. They love to find the perfect gift for whichever family we've chosen. They wrap their hearts out and then drop off the gifts on some unsuspecting family doorstep. Some years we are better at getting this tradition done than other years, but its a tradition nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there is one tradition that each and every year we never miss... the flu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flu is a Christmas curse around here. It typically hits 2 days before school lets out for winter break. Each and every year one of our kids miss their holiday celebration that they look forward to every year. This year Emily was the unlucky girl. She wanted to be at her party more than anyone. As luck will have it, she missed the big party.  In years past we usually are pushing our luck to have everyone healthy on Christmas day. We'll luck might be one our side this year! As of today everyone in the family has had their stint with the flu this last week. A whole 4 days before Christmas!  This must be our lucky year!  Although it didn't feel very lucky as I was taking my turn getting to know every crack and crevasse of the bathroom.  So for another year, another tradition down.   With any lucky this tradition will fade away in time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's hoping this tradition doesn't catch on in your family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8936355803914918298?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8936355803914918298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8936355803914918298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8936355803914918298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8936355803914918298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/12/smith-family-tradition.html' title='A Smith Family Tradition'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8760357316616197321</id><published>2009-12-14T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:51:38.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you didn't get a card this year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SyaIOXHlpVI/AAAAAAAABKY/-XsXCMd6czw/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415165382264989010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SyaIOXHlpVI/AAAAAAAABKY/-XsXCMd6czw/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;your not the only one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe next year will be a card kind of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Merry Christmas to all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Smith's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8760357316616197321?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8760357316616197321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8760357316616197321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8760357316616197321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8760357316616197321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-didnt-get-card-this-year.html' title='If you didn&apos;t get a card this year..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SyaIOXHlpVI/AAAAAAAABKY/-XsXCMd6czw/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5572782353014865852</id><published>2009-12-01T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:50:59.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SxXx0MAbtRI/AAAAAAAABKA/c_nyIRx28TQ/s1600-h/emily%27s+front+two+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410496406234051858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SxXx0MAbtRI/AAAAAAAABKA/c_nyIRx28TQ/s400/emily%27s+front+two+teeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; is my two front teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;age 6&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/2255717604841651228-5572782353014865852?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5572782353014865852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5572782353014865852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5572782353014865852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5572782353014865852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SxXx0MAbtRI/AAAAAAAABKA/c_nyIRx28TQ/s72-c/emily%27s+front+two+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4314684094338189148</id><published>2009-11-22T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:02:40.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oozing with pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Swnewt_hksI/AAAAAAAABI0/B20CSeaZG9o/s1600/Shayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407097756196115138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Swnewt_hksI/AAAAAAAABI0/B20CSeaZG9o/s400/Shayne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be his mom.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;Shayne spoke in church today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His first talk ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I was more nervous than he was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stood and spoke about honoring his priesthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A talk he wrote by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was confident and poised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a huge smile and my heart filled to the brim with pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And giant mascara tears rolling down my checks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4314684094338189148?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4314684094338189148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4314684094338189148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4314684094338189148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4314684094338189148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/11/oozing-with-pride.html' title='Oozing with pride'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Swnewt_hksI/AAAAAAAABI0/B20CSeaZG9o/s72-c/Shayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8259270974040029056</id><published>2009-11-01T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:02:10.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Oh-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hardly believe that Halloween is over already! It seems like for weeks we think and rethink costumes.This year we rediscovered the beauty of Halloween on a budget 101.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love when the kids become creative and want to make or makeup a costume rather than just supporting our local party city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su45y8xJpsI/AAAAAAAABHw/ddGov03hhlI/s1600-h/megemi+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316550732326594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su45y8xJpsI/AAAAAAAABHw/ddGov03hhlI/s400/megemi+halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was their school costumes for the parade/party day. I don't let them take their full "real" costumes. Is that mean? I just hate it when then get ruined before that actual holiday!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su45t91GfpI/AAAAAAAABHo/WmOpr0up9o8/s1600-h/ashkids+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316465117986450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su45t91GfpI/AAAAAAAABHo/WmOpr0up9o8/s400/ashkids+halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls had an idea to be witches this year but they wanted me to make them witches skirts. We had a great time picking out fabric and then making the skirts together. Megan and Emily are matching witches and Ashley is a vampire baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shayne was a last minute rodeo clown. He pulling this and that from random closets and came up with a costume 10 mins before he left with his friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su471ivb0QI/AAAAAAAABH4/wDSrUCu8dn4/s1600-h/halloween+09+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318794308669698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su471ivb0QI/AAAAAAAABH4/wDSrUCu8dn4/s400/halloween+09+039.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Stacy showed up with her girls to trick or treat with us in full Madonna style. So, like Shayne I threw together a crazy witch costume and called it good. Next year I'm borrowing that Madonna gear so I'm better prepared!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good bye Halloween Oh-Nine hello Christmas!&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/2255717604841651228-8259270974040029056?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8259270974040029056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8259270974040029056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8259270974040029056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8259270974040029056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-oh-nine.html' title='Halloween Oh-Nine'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Su45y8xJpsI/AAAAAAAABHw/ddGov03hhlI/s72-c/megemi+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3649501183998404220</id><published>2009-10-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:57:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was invited to take part in a little photo shoot for a local magazine called Go Gilbert a few weeks back. The magazine was doing an article call "The Real Housewives of Gilbert" about small in home businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/St_GnwVvG2I/AAAAAAAABHg/etTqfYl9jAU/s1600-h/boutique2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395249264906410850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/St_GnwVvG2I/AAAAAAAABHg/etTqfYl9jAU/s400/boutique2009+002.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months back my friend Allison (far left) and I started a little company called &lt;a href="http://lilylous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lily Lou's&lt;/a&gt;, an official name for our holiday "boutique" baking season. We've had a great time creating and baking.... lots of baking. The aprons pictured above are ours as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So &lt;em&gt;five &lt;/em&gt;minutes is better than &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; minutes I figure! So if your looking for me...chances are I'm in the kitchen apron on, baking away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We'll have our mini bundts as well as our aprons at several local boutiques over the next few months.  Check our our &lt;a href="http://lilylous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lily Lou's blog &lt;/a&gt;to see where and then stop by and see me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(By the way, this photo will be in the November issue of Go Gilbert if you want to save your copy for an autograph :)&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/2255717604841651228-3649501183998404220?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3649501183998404220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3649501183998404220' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3649501183998404220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3649501183998404220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-five-minutes.html' title='My Five Minutes'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/St_GnwVvG2I/AAAAAAAABHg/etTqfYl9jAU/s72-c/boutique2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4659518892777342137</id><published>2009-09-21T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:11:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for a shamless plug..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few months ago I was wondering "what will I ever do to fill my time now that my kids are in school?" Well, it didn't take me long to fill my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few things..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started selling these adorable aprons.. mom and child aprons, matching pot holds and towels available too! These are only a few of the selection. To see the complete selection visit&lt;a href="http://jessiesteele.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. It's been a fun business venture that I get to do with my great friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(if you see one you that must have I'd be happy to help you)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrVckgRUwoI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GLOs8B7rt0Y/s1600-h/Lilly-lous+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383310711798940290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrVckgRUwoI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GLOs8B7rt0Y/s400/Lilly-lous+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrVckOVdSLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q6Zdp8lWYac/s1600-h/Lilly-Lou%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383310706984437938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrVckOVdSLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Q6Zdp8lWYac/s400/Lilly-Lou%27s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my main job, my kinda hush hush secret job that I thing everyone found out about... Cupcakes! I bake and decorate for a little store called &lt;a href="http://poppysdecor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Poppy's&lt;/a&gt;. I've been at this one for quite sometime but thought I'd add a little plug in for them as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrgAiyKG-EI/AAAAAAAAA6M/kVyFL2JNaQw/s1600-h/poppys+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384053952101152834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrgAiyKG-EI/AAAAAAAAA6M/kVyFL2JNaQw/s400/poppys+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm also helping out with this great new art gallery owned by our great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trottergallery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trotter Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Srf-BnWUQAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/QAsh5iyct5g/s1600-h/trotter+art+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384051183240626178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Srf-BnWUQAI/AAAAAAAAA6E/QAsh5iyct5g/s400/trotter+art+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all you locals, the gallery is formally known as Decor Unique. I've become their computer nerd which is kinda funny considering my computer background. (or lack of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone always told me that my days would fill fast and they weren't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kidding&lt;/span&gt;! Its great to be busy and using my brain in a whole different way! So bottom line... I found plenty to do fill my days and sometimes nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrRYGmGB5AI/AAAAAAAAA5E/X7v8QERNN5Y/s1600-h/poppys+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4659518892777342137?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4659518892777342137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4659518892777342137' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4659518892777342137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4659518892777342137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-now-for-shamless-plug.html' title='And now for a shamless plug..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrVckgRUwoI/AAAAAAAAA5U/GLOs8B7rt0Y/s72-c/Lilly-lous+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8755070237549583745</id><published>2009-09-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:39:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU choked..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;but their fans were sure cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrWwuTCzIfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/RMOkux-rtQs/s1600-h/girls+and+Haley+byu+shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403239023780338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrWwuTCzIfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/RMOkux-rtQs/s400/girls+and+Haley+byu+shirts.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan, Ashley, Emily and cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrWwtvfqMMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oazuawrn7aY/s1600-h/girls+byu+t-shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383403229481152706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrWwtvfqMMI/AAAAAAAAA5c/oazuawrn7aY/s400/girls+byu+t-shirts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and just think.. we spent all morning making these shirts and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cougs&lt;/span&gt; didn't show up to play!&lt;br /&gt;At least we got the cute shirts!&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/2255717604841651228-8755070237549583745?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8755070237549583745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8755070237549583745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8755070237549583745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8755070237549583745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/09/byu-choked.html' title='BYU choked..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrWwuTCzIfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/RMOkux-rtQs/s72-c/girls+and+Haley+byu+shirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5846754019983888911</id><published>2009-09-16T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:55:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;autumn: n- the season between summer and winter; fall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Arizona autumn is defined by a few things; more than 3 days under 100*, a "cool" scent in the air in the mornings, the smell of cows drifting in the air and... football!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was Shayne's first game of the official season. He's playing 1st string QB. He loves football. He eats up everything and anything football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDc-no5IdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/FKZYDJeYEN8/s1600-h/1st+snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382044523058242002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDc-no5IdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/FKZYDJeYEN8/s400/1st+snap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDdUJF1BGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/p1W-w4z09XQ/s1600-h/touchdown+pass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382044892815230050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDdUJF1BGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/p1W-w4z09XQ/s400/touchdown+pass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the first time that Shayne has had to play against his friends. He's been on the same team with all the same guys for years. Now they are against each other. Todd didn't quite know what to do with himself not being the coach. He paced up and down that field the whole game! Ok, lets be honest, he was still coaching from the sideline and Shayne's coach and Todd are now on first name basis...already, but in a good way!&lt;br /&gt;This time his team came ahead on top. &lt;strong&gt;21-13 final&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and no game would be complete without Shayne's official cheering section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hot and sweaty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDfJ8IdS3I/AAAAAAAAA48/db5lrKZIfuY/s1600-h/1st+football+game+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046916561161074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDfJ8IdS3I/AAAAAAAAA48/db5lrKZIfuY/s400/1st+football+game+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a little grumpy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDfJWyEMJI/AAAAAAAAA40/xn5wARVbazA/s1600-h/1st+football+game+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046906535129234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDfJWyEMJI/AAAAAAAAA40/xn5wARVbazA/s400/1st+football+game+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lovin every minute of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDfIjOgmBI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4iE1jWOZBgk/s1600-h/1st+football+game+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046892695787538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDfIjOgmBI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4iE1jWOZBgk/s400/1st+football+game+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5846754019983888911?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5846754019983888911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5846754019983888911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5846754019983888911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5846754019983888911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SrDc-no5IdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/FKZYDJeYEN8/s72-c/1st+snap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2213627502419968168</id><published>2009-09-01T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:06:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and ye shall recieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mr Monsoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you! You sure made our family night an exciting night! We loved the light show and really enjoyed the rain. I'm sorry if I was a little pushy the other day trying to get you to come and all, but you didn't need to send a micro-burst to knock down our little tree! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nevertheless, we still enjoyed your presence. Please come back often, but leave my other trees alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp03zQW0R9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/SZFUTetmc9U/s1600-h/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376514883853764562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp03zQW0R9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/SZFUTetmc9U/s400/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp02ONLuZ5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/pF52-RhKkjs/s1600-h/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513147835148178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp02ONLuZ5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/pF52-RhKkjs/s400/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp02NjU5_RI/AAAAAAAAA38/tTrVlpPjmd4/s1600-h/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376513136599366930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp02NjU5_RI/AAAAAAAAA38/tTrVlpPjmd4/s400/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2213627502419968168?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2213627502419968168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2213627502419968168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2213627502419968168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2213627502419968168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/09/ask-and-ye-shall-recieve.html' title='Ask and ye shall recieve'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sp03zQW0R9I/AAAAAAAAA4U/SZFUTetmc9U/s72-c/1st+monsoon+of+the+year+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4939563874899359414</id><published>2009-08-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:00:01.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Monsoon,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SprF70-WVNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/1dT0kQZUkkE/s1600-h/monsoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826736843216082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SprF70-WVNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/1dT0kQZUkkE/s400/monsoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Why, why, why have you avoided us this year? Why have you not come to give us the excitement that we enjoy every summer? I am SO tired of all this freakin HEAT! I need some rain! I even have a small confession to make.. I am living in my swimsuit so much that I have worn holes in the rear end of every suit I own! My laundry has even quadrupled because of multiply showers each day and if I have to do another load of pool towels I'm going to scream! I need some excitement in my life that only you can provide. The only thing that makes living in the heat hole worth it is the awesome light show that you provide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So please, please, please come to visit soon. I miss you dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4939563874899359414?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4939563874899359414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4939563874899359414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4939563874899359414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4939563874899359414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-monsoon.html' title='Dear Monsoon,'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SprF70-WVNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/1dT0kQZUkkE/s72-c/monsoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-748150609349093730</id><published>2009-08-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:23:01.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief Society Therapy</title><content type='html'>I recently was released from young women's after serving for 2 1/2 years with great friends and fabulous young women.  Before then, I was in primary for a few years.  I haven't been to RS for probably 5 years or more.  Sunday toward the end of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; school my felt my palms going a bit sweaty.  As I made my way down the hall I could feel all the pressure building.  I was feeling like an outsider.  Was I going to be required to use a blanket in order to fit in?  I didn't want a blanket!  Women tend to sit in the same place by the same women.  Would I be cramping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; style by taking their chair?  I made eye contact with a neighbor and off I went to the chair.  Thankfully they let me sit by them!  Thanks ladies!  One of my greatest friends was teaching the lesson that day so I was so excited to hear her teach.  We had chatted about the topic and I had even read the talk she was teaching from.  Then boom... pressure again.  Do I comment on the lesson?  and if I do, I'd better think though my comment really well because there are some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stellar&lt;/span&gt; women in there that really know their stuff!  I couldn't do it.  Since when do I have trouble speaking?  I'm usually the one that has something to say about everything!  I really wanted to come through for my friend, she kept looking at me, but I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;!  She did awesome even if I didn't come through for her!  Why did I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over think&lt;/span&gt; going to RS?  It really wasn't that big of a deal!  I saw plenty of smiling faces and got to chat with old friends.  I didn't even have to use a blanket!  So.. with one Sunday under my belt I'm thinking that next Sunday I won't feel so much like a sore thumb.  I'll probably sit on the same side, in the same chair, next to the same friend... without the blanket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-748150609349093730?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/748150609349093730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=748150609349093730' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/748150609349093730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/748150609349093730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/08/relief-society-therapy.html' title='Relief Society Therapy'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2715411364942906669</id><published>2009-08-10T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:22:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we began a new chapter in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The home alone chapter.. the all the kids in school chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBcLAgypHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/K4zQg3GaLtA/s1600-h/2009-20010+school+year+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368392100011484274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBcLAgypHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/K4zQg3GaLtA/s400/2009-20010+school+year+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I sent Shayne off to be fed to the wolves of Jr High. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBdl6JGdyI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mT4a_HllPEA/s1600-h/2009-20010+school+year+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368393661669603106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBdl6JGdyI/AAAAAAAAA2w/mT4a_HllPEA/s400/2009-20010+school+year+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of last night I layed awake raking my brain asking have we taught him enough? Have we gave him the confidence to make the right choices and to resist the temptation that will surround him? I think we have. He's a pretty easy going kid that tends to make good choices but I found myself second guessing myself. This morning I walked him to the corner where he continued on to the bus stop the next block up. He said "see ya mom love you" I stood in shock walking him walk away. Then the tears started to flow. Where did all those years go? He walked away from me to be greeted by many friends where they stood and waited. I couldn't make myself walk away until he was loaded onto the bus. Off on his next adventure in life... Jr High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Megan was all smiles with a little bit of fear this morning as we walked to the 5th grade line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was welcomed by a friend and all her fear melted away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was ready. My beautiful 5th grade little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368392111176283666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBcLqGr9hI/AAAAAAAAA2o/GBGg0cspXSQ/s400/2009-20010+school+year+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley was the first one up this morning with a big grin on her face! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBcLqGr9hI/AAAAAAAAA2o/GBGg0cspXSQ/s1600-h/2009-20010+school+year+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3rd grade was going to be no big deal for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was so excited to get going. I hope that lasts all year but I'm not going to hold my breath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She left full of confidence ready to conquer the grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBihPMLN7I/AAAAAAAAA24/o4ug7n7Dwms/s1600-h/2009-20010+school+year+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368399078978434994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBihPMLN7I/AAAAAAAAA24/o4ug7n7Dwms/s400/2009-20010+school+year+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Emily was so excited she didn't fall asleep until almost midnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was up ready to go a 6 am with a big smile on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I on the other hand, was struck with the realization that my baby.. is no longer a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got to her line having a bit of nervous energy. She walked away with a huge smile and a wave. Why'd she have to go get all grown up on me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBihqmP6zI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3XwvVOChyZQ/s1600-h/2009-20010+school+year+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368399086335552306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBihqmP6zI/AAAAAAAAA3A/3XwvVOChyZQ/s400/2009-20010+school+year+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So alone I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to figure out what I'm going to do with myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the last 12 years I've done pretty much nothing but kids.. now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I guess this is the first day of the new chapter in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ME chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(now if I only knew what to write in this chapter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2255717604841651228-2715411364942906669?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2715411364942906669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2715411364942906669' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2715411364942906669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2715411364942906669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SoBcLAgypHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/K4zQg3GaLtA/s72-c/2009-20010+school+year+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8956159029224348940</id><published>2009-08-01T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:05:44.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be doing something right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toward the end of our Utah trip this last month I got a horrible ear infection. Have you ever had an ear infection as an adult? Oh my gosh... all I can say is the next time my kids tell me their ears hurt I'm not waiting to take them to the doc! I was in a ton of pain and of coarse my lack of good medical insurance made it impossible to go get the needed medical attention in Utah! And of coarse my husband wasn't along on this trip to give me a needed blessing! Luckily my mom was around to help me with the kids because the last two days of the trip are a bit of a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About the same time as I got sick my vehicle started acting a bit strange as well. It pretty much made me feel like Daisy Duke driving the General Lee if you know what I mean. My steering wheel was movin all over the place and the car was pulling hard to the left. Tire problems right? Todd told me what to look for and we (my mom and I) did are tire inspection before heading home. I thought maybe it was just those worn out Utah roads so we headed for home anyway. I think my pain was mostly driving this decision.  Since my mom isn't a big fan of driving my Denali I drugged myself up and off we headed for a good long drive home.   About the Gap,  just outside of Page AZ we came across a roll over accident of a gas semi that had just accrued.  The tires were still spinning and the poor man was thankfully stumbling out bleeding but alive.  It took me back to 2 years ago.  We had a similar accident of our own in WA where we took a flip and a roll down a hill.  Again, blood but all were alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnQB1U6ppLI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/M4HNiVUYNDc/s1600-h/CIMG2195_(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364915071764505778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnQB1U6ppLI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/M4HNiVUYNDc/s400/CIMG2195_(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well as we returned home after further tire inspection we found a 3 inch bulge in the inside our our drivers side tire that should have split our tire causing a similar scene.  I'm pretty sure the only way we made it home from Utah without incident was the will of the Lord.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I'm thankful beyond words for tender mercy's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FYI- my ear infection has been with me for over a week and I have zero and I mean zero hearing in my right ear.  So looking back I should have taken my crappy health insurance a sought medical attention a little earlier....  Learn from my mistakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8956159029224348940?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8956159029224348940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8956159029224348940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8956159029224348940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8956159029224348940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-be-doing-something-right.html' title='I must be doing something right'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnQB1U6ppLI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/M4HNiVUYNDc/s72-c/CIMG2195_(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4712130334852654841</id><published>2009-07-30T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:00:42.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An opportunity to good to pass up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shayne was invited to tag along with some friends for a month long parade tour this summer. We weren't sure if we'd be able to survive without him for a whole month! It was a chance of a lifetime that he was so excited to go on and we knew he have experiences like no other time so off he went. I dropped him off at 3 am and he along with the H family and 8 beautiful shires were on the road. The first stop was in Provo, UT for the 4th of July parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364453891846580514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJeZH16KSI/AAAAAAAAA1M/kWKwlNKvJrg/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After spending a week in Utah they started heading cross country to Wisconsin to participate in the Circus parade in downtown Milwaukee. They pulled a newly restored circus cart that was huge and beautiful. The hat that Shayne is wearing above was part of the circus uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364474361772003474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJxAoQcUJI/AAAAAAAAA10/4Y-BugMaeVg/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The whole H family plus Shayne in full uniform &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJeYj5ugFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ix47kzQMeEM/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364453882198917202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJeYj5ugFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ix47kzQMeEM/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After this parade he spent time all over the mid west. He slept under the stars and rode and cleaned horses and who knows what else. He has so many great stories to tell. He spent all of July riding and living a dream life. He worked harder than he's ever worked and did things that he never thought he'd do but he LOVED every minute of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They headed back to Utah for the big pioneer parade in SLC on the 24th so we decided to go and watch him firsthand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJukIAT3TI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4bg2pGk9-D4/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364471673054813490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJukIAT3TI/AAAAAAAAA1c/4bg2pGk9-D4/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, the girls and I scored great seats for the parade. I made a great deal with the people camping out next to us... I told them I'd bring them a dozen donuts in the morning if they watched our chairs overnight. It worked like a charm. Perfect seats. Now if only the weather was perfect! It was a bit warm, to say the least, but we loved being so close to the parade action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJulBQSxSI/AAAAAAAAA1s/SGbik6AUFWQ/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364471688422671650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJulBQSxSI/AAAAAAAAA1s/SGbik6AUFWQ/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shayne doing his thing. Isn't he so cute?? (don't tell him I said that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJukoWGNLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/p5tgR890SE4/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364471681736127666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJukoWGNLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/p5tgR890SE4/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their horses where the most beautiful by far. They are huge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the little cowboy.. well... too cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention that he grew an inch while he was gone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's now taller than his mom! He must have been fed well to grow that much!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJ13-M2vsI/AAAAAAAAA18/2AdJumIIPWc/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364479710601854658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJ13-M2vsI/AAAAAAAAA18/2AdJumIIPWc/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This trip we stayed at Thanksgiving Point in Lehi. I loved that little place. We'd been there once before but staying there we got to explore so much more of it. Its a fun place to hang out.. or to be locked up in this case!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJ5yTOPIBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rgy98wAeg5Q/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364484011212087314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJ5yTOPIBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rgy98wAeg5Q/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And what would a trip to Utah be without all of our favorite stops as well? We got our fill of Training Table, Temple square, Provo Canyon and of coarse BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJ33Zdli9I/AAAAAAAAA2E/wvyqF1pL78w/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364481899763174354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJ33Zdli9I/AAAAAAAAA2E/wvyqF1pL78w/s400/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time and were so happy to see Shayne! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's already gearing up for next summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4712130334852654841?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4712130334852654841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4712130334852654841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4712130334852654841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4712130334852654841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/07/opportunity-to-good-to-pass-up.html' title='An opportunity to good to pass up'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SnJeZH16KSI/AAAAAAAAA1M/kWKwlNKvJrg/s72-c/Shayne%27s+parade+trip+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1764044275379148161</id><published>2009-07-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:00:00.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year older and wiser too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Slq8HaHYEvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/YvlhFAfHwAk/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357801542165992178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Slq8HaHYEvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/YvlhFAfHwAk/s400/2009+summer+break+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ten years ago I thought for sure that I was having another boy. Todd and I liked the surprise of not knowing what we where having, call us old fashion if you will. I mean I have no sisters, Todd has only one sister and both of our mothers are the only girls of their families.. so surly we'd also have a house full of &lt;em&gt;boys. &lt;/em&gt;Well after several hours of labor and while my husband and the Doc where watching the baseball all star game (yeah... really) the doctor put this little 8 lbs 6 oz little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on my stomach. I froze. I didn't see this one coming! I didn't know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; about little girls!! The sweet nurse grabbed my hand and said "touch your daughter" I said "what? my what?" Well little did I know how much joy this little girl would bring into our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Slq_yoM7e0I/AAAAAAAAA0w/ZQLLW-NADVo/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357805583216638786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Slq_yoM7e0I/AAAAAAAAA0w/ZQLLW-NADVo/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's a ball full of energy.. until about 9pm then the first one asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to go anywhere with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is my little helper with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has her mother's quick wit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for example..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other day Meg, Ash and I were going somewhere and I said to Megan jokingly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"your funny..... funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; that is" to which she reply without a second to think... "well I am your daughter and do look just like you" I love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ten more things we love about Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a very talent artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a closet singer and a good one too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She scares very easily..much to her brothers delight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a great story teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She has a heart of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a peacemaker in our home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is always willing to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She loves all things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is kind even when others aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her smile melt our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlrFUQkCIfI/AAAAAAAAA04/b_F7vQBU4tM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357811658544783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlrFUQkCIfI/AAAAAAAAA04/b_F7vQBU4tM/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Megan! We love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1764044275379148161?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1764044275379148161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1764044275379148161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1764044275379148161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1764044275379148161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-year-older-and-wiser-too.html' title='One year older and wiser too'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Slq8HaHYEvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/YvlhFAfHwAk/s72-c/2009+summer+break+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8016053809243343820</id><published>2009-07-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:55:28.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend we celebrated the 4th in Prescott at the rodeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I was suppose to be born a cowgirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; cuz I love rodeo's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love everything about them. Once upon a time I tried be a cowgirl. I went to all the country dances. I could line dance with the best of them. I owned my own wranglers and boots. I love country music. I drove a truck for heavens sake! Something just went terrible wrong and it just didn't stick. Maybe it was that one dance when my friend was twirling me around and flipping me over his head and then dropped me! Well, no I still went back. Even in my wedding announcement's I was wearing wranglers, boots and a vest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend I just couldn't get enough of all those cowboys and cowgirls! I love the attitude that comes along with cowgirl.  I love how they walk tall in their boots and tight jeans with such attitude. I think I could pull it off!  The attittude that is.. maybe not the tight jeans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, lets be honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some women just don't look good in tight wranglers and sparkly tops or daisy dukes and boots!  We saw plenty of those types but other than that... I was having some major cowgirl envy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hoping my girls soak up some cowgirl style because I think my son is on his way to full blown cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355480309531384034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ894s3mOI/AAAAAAAAAzw/l9ZxFrQb4MY/s400/2009+summer+break+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls with the Teen rodeo princess &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ9WrXANuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/AGDfO_Sccg4/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355480735446742754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ9WrXANuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/AGDfO_Sccg4/s400/2009+summer+break+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I would have know that we were going to meet royalty I would have bought the girls those pink cowgirls hats! Darn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKNLXTQYaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/vEgNqNVnkUg/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355498133269799330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKNLXTQYaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/vEgNqNVnkUg/s400/2009+summer+break+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future cowgirls ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKPmOOx0nI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZgBSJ66SIbs/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500793714823794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKPmOOx0nI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZgBSJ66SIbs/s400/2009+summer+break+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanna be and Emily&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKPl_hnf2I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rnbVKscqDF0/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500789767307106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKPl_hnf2I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/rnbVKscqDF0/s400/2009+summer+break+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still wanna be but with Ashley&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKPlMdVd3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/dw-VztRM5s0/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355500776059139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlKPlMdVd3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/dw-VztRM5s0/s400/2009+summer+break+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the man of the house aka Todd has requested to not be talked about or photographed for my shameless blog so that will explain all the "me" pictures) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8016053809243343820?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8016053809243343820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8016053809243343820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8016053809243343820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8016053809243343820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/07/cowgirl-envy.html' title='Cowgirl envy'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ894s3mOI/AAAAAAAAAzw/l9ZxFrQb4MY/s72-c/2009+summer+break+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2437722641527484244</id><published>2009-07-06T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:32:29.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity at its BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From box to barbie house in 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457070115449154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJn1LIV6UI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MSKIo3ZF7lw/s400/2009+summer+break+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls designed this house complete with a roof top swimming pool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ5RBHnTEI/AAAAAAAAAzg/uzLsI_eIqEQ/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355476240162049090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ5RBHnTEI/AAAAAAAAAzg/uzLsI_eIqEQ/s400/2009+summer+break+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a choice of stairs or a slide!  I want the girls to design our next house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ6j_se2WI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zT3G-CUzLUg/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355477665708956002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJ6j_se2WI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zT3G-CUzLUg/s400/2009+summer+break+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love when creativity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conquers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2255717604841651228-2437722641527484244?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2437722641527484244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2437722641527484244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2437722641527484244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2437722641527484244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/07/creativity-at-its-best.html' title='Creativity at its BEST'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJn1LIV6UI/AAAAAAAAAzI/MSKIo3ZF7lw/s72-c/2009+summer+break+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-986908934712156525</id><published>2009-07-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:52:05.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the top of the stairs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sits an empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJiVqFTveI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rqxBXxx_D_M/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355451031110270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJiVqFTveI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rqxBXxx_D_M/s400/2009+summer+break+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shayne is off on an adventure of a lifetime.  The month of July he is traveling with his friend, friend's dad, a big huge horse trailer, 8 shires, 1 bag of clothes, 1 pair of boots, 1 cowboy hat and a giant smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My lucky boy was in the Provo 4th of July parade and is now headed across the USA to Milwaukee for another parade then back to Utah for the parade in SLC on the 24th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for cell phones and unlimited texting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Home just isn't the same without him!&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/2255717604841651228-986908934712156525?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/986908934712156525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=986908934712156525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/986908934712156525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/986908934712156525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-top-of-stairs.html' title='At the top of the stairs..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SlJiVqFTveI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rqxBXxx_D_M/s72-c/2009+summer+break+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-689867229405305441</id><published>2009-06-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:54:38.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0P5XHVEFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/g5fVk8hum9I/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boots.... the hat... the belt.... the buckle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's our Shayne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0P5XHVEFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/g5fVk8hum9I/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0P5XHVEFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/g5fVk8hum9I/s400/2009+summer+break+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shayne has found a new passion this summer... horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0QAptFnsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jo2UKv0Fvd8/s1600-h/2009+summer+break+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0QAptFnsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jo2UKv0Fvd8/s400/2009+summer+break+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Shayne's buddy Keaton is from a cowboy family.  Not one of those families that just like to wear the boots and hats for no good reason type of families.  This family is a true blue cowboy family.  Shayne has spent many days this summer helping out and learning the ropes (no pun intended) of all things horses.  He's gotten to go on several overnight rides with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0QIPnaybI/AAAAAAAAAxw/WdXGiPN6ZiE/s400/2009+summer+break+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;He came home from a 4 day ride lookin like a full blown cowboy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;and he loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Just like a true cowboy he rode and slept in these clothes all four days.  He says that's just what you do when your will the boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;We hosed him down and then hugged him for hours.   We missed our cowboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;He leaves again in a few weeks to go to Milwaukee for 2 weeks!  He'll be helping out with the horses in a parade.  Lucky boy...make that... lucky cowboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" 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/2255717604841651228-689867229405305441?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/689867229405305441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=689867229405305441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/689867229405305441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/689867229405305441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommas-dont-let-your-babies-grow-up-to.html' title='Momma&apos;s don&apos;t let your babies grow up to be cowboys..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sj0P5XHVEFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/g5fVk8hum9I/s72-c/2009+summer+break+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7272539313760937783</id><published>2009-05-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:54:19.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our summer started out with a final goodbye to Todd's Grandma Bertha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were thankful to be able to go to Preston Idaho for her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiClYOhWoEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/JB2SZkT6BpM/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341450993694842946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiClYOhWoEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/JB2SZkT6BpM/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was our kids first funeral that they attended of a close family member. I am so thankful for the answers that the gospel of Jesus Christ holds. Our sweet kids had so many question that gave us some very tender moments with our children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiClX0GtnxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MM92xL5OyTU/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiClX0GtnxI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MM92xL5OyTU/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily was probably the most curious. I hadn't decided if I wanted the kids to go into the viewing or not, for obvious reasons. All the grandchildren and their spouses sang at the funeral so while we were practicing our songs all the little cousins were wondering around. Little did I know that Emily and Ashley had wondered into the casket room. Emily came and got me and wanted to "show" me Grandma Bertha. I was a little shocked. Emily with all the tenderness that only a 6 year old could have, took me by the hand and we sat with Grandma. She was enthralled with her body. We got the chance to sit in silence and partake of the amazing spirit that was there. After a few moments, Emily began to explain to me that Grandma's spirit was already in Heaven and that only her body would go into the ground. I can't even express how thankful I am for her sweet, simple testimony of the plan of salvation. She knew it. She knew that Grandma's flesh was all that was left. She couldn't stop talking about the smile on Grandmas face. She said over and over again, "she must be really happy to be in Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few years back a talk was given at General Conference called &lt;a href="http://the%20tender%20mercies%20of%20the%20lord/"&gt;The Tender Mercies of the Lord&lt;/a&gt; by Elder Bednar. This talk rang through my head the whole time. I think often times, some of the Lord's most tender mercies come to those in times of grieving over death. I know that we had some very tender mercies given unto us through the conversations with our children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will always be thankful for the knowledge that Heavenly Father will never leave us alone in our times of need. Never.  So thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCtNRysEiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/JQbNLvlUs2E/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459601687319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCtNRysEiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/JQbNLvlUs2E/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids with Grandma Smith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCtNP0oevI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OU-nSLN9PKo/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459601158601458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCtNP0oevI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OU-nSLN9PKo/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each grandchild and great grandchildren got to take a few flowers home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCwsL7j2TI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HORYGBSho3g/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341463431224744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCwsL7j2TI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HORYGBSho3g/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On our way back to our hotel in Logan, we had to stop at one of the most amazing temples.&lt;br /&gt;The Logan Temple. Todd's parents were married here. It's just beautiful! Almost like the Arizona temple.. except this temple is set on a hill and overlooks the city and is green and has real flowers and plants and trees... so I guess the only thing similar is that they're both temples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCunzEu4gI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7FkapaXxyKk/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341461156809597442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCunzEu4gI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7FkapaXxyKk/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCuoIaJrtI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1nnKrCGQ1ec/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341461162536578770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCuoIaJrtI/AAAAAAAAAwk/1nnKrCGQ1ec/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok...so we had to have a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit of fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and blow off some steam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCwr1TGZ2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OR_X3jU27I8/s1600-h/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341463425149462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCwr1TGZ2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/OR_X3jU27I8/s400/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and boys will be boys... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7272539313760937783?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7272539313760937783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7272539313760937783' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7272539313760937783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7272539313760937783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend-goodbye.html' title='Memorial Weekend Goodbye'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiClYOhWoEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/JB2SZkT6BpM/s72-c/Grandma+Bertha+funeral+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3257425584269815527</id><published>2009-05-29T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:15:11.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye school....hello summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW! Where did this year go? It seems to me that the older I get, the faster the years fly by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were SO lucky this year to have extraordinary teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442544112612386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCdsZX9tCI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Tlyt_c2d5aw/s400/end+of+school+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Shayne with Mrs Bray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was lucky to have her 2 years in a row.. she loved her 5th grade class so much she moved up with them! How lucky are we?? Love, love, love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442540313681762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCdsLOOn2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/SvE2lbeCK6E/s400/end+of+school+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Emily had the BEST kindergarten teacher EVER! Not only is she my neighbor but she is the most amazing Kindergarten teacher. Love, love, love her too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily with Mrs Monseuger and Mrs D&lt;megan&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCdr87wx8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/27F25aWLb_4/s1600-h/end+of+school+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442536478132162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCdr87wx8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/27F25aWLb_4/s400/end+of+school+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Megan and Mrs Mathews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meg had her on and off for the year. She is the most soft spoken kindest teacher you'll ever find. Poor lady was on bed rest for 7 months! She is just the best! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341442527971527874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCdrdPoTMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ajoXKGuNtQE/s400/end+of+school+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and Ms Fischer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took our chances on this new teacher at the school this last year, and we NEVER regretted it! Talk about a fun teacher! Instead of chairs the kids got to sit on Yoga balls all year long. She worked their minds and their ab's! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiChYUyuYZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h6y_fXQhBG8/s1600-h/end+of+school+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341446597331804562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiChYUyuYZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h6y_fXQhBG8/s400/end+of+school+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is ended an era in the Smith family. Our children will never again all be in the same school. Shayne along with all the big 6th graders did a finally "walk out" of elementary school. Jr High here they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCiNZypUTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/e03BuU0sMCg/s1600-h/end+of+school+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341447509206716722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCiNZypUTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/e03BuU0sMCg/s400/end+of+school+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just can't believe it! My son is not only as tall as me, has bigger feet and hands than me but he's also in&lt;em&gt; 7th grade&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;em&gt;Jr High!!! &lt;strong&gt;YIKES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Next year will be a whole new adventure for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my kids will be in school all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get to juggle two different school schedules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm home all alone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh boy, I've never had a house all to myself all day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's time to get workin on a hobby!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for an awesome year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-3257425584269815527?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3257425584269815527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3257425584269815527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3257425584269815527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3257425584269815527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-bye-schoolhello-summer.html' title='Good bye school....hello summer'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SiCdsZX9tCI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Tlyt_c2d5aw/s72-c/end+of+school+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5599134116135031551</id><published>2009-05-03T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:07:03.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;Princess &lt;/em&gt;has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4zrYHz8mI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jkCmtR22dmg/s1600-h/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331755829155852898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4zrYHz8mI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jkCmtR22dmg/s400/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily celebrated her 6th birthday in style! She has the most darling group of little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf46u2dJqiI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rgw-A1k1VvU/s1600-h/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331763585419422242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf46u2dJqiI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rgw-A1k1VvU/s400/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G &amp;amp; G Bentz treated Em to this custom built doll bunkbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf46vLEWqoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5qkA8Q8Btc8/s1600-h/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331763590952561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf46vLEWqoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/5qkA8Q8Btc8/s400/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't it to die for?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I wish G &amp;amp;G would have made something like this for their &lt;em&gt;ONLY &lt;/em&gt;daughter!&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa built the whole thing and then Grandma made the bedding to match her room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4-hoKp46I/AAAAAAAAAus/2h0ed6uBZS8/s1600-h/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767756291957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4-hoKp46I/AAAAAAAAAus/2h0ed6uBZS8/s400/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all you Emily!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4_KBIQkcI/AAAAAAAAAu8/jI_wxOkydRU/s1600-h/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768450187563458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4_KBIQkcI/AAAAAAAAAu8/jI_wxOkydRU/s400/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday to our baby girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2255717604841651228-5599134116135031551?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5599134116135031551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5599134116135031551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5599134116135031551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5599134116135031551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/05/move-over-girls.html' title='Move over girls'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sf4zrYHz8mI/AAAAAAAAAt8/jkCmtR22dmg/s72-c/Emily%27s+6th+birthday+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8909384847071682081</id><published>2009-04-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:14:21.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six years ago today Emily arrived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our family has never been the same since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkGMjd1-KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A6kbyqDuZAo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330298446718302370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkGMjd1-KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A6kbyqDuZAo/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This little girl has the distinct title of "baby" of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkHbApZFPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/RYaQLXzOCek/s1600-h/Emily+lost+1st+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330299794581165298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkHbApZFPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/RYaQLXzOCek/s400/Emily+lost+1st+tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is rough and tough and has the scraps, scars and bruises to prove it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkHa3X_UgI/AAAAAAAAAts/lkhEADZ7UaQ/s1600-h/Easter+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330299792092254722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkHa3X_UgI/AAAAAAAAAts/lkhEADZ7UaQ/s400/Easter+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is 100% personality 100% of the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIX more things we LOVE about Emily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. She loves everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. She is witty as can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. She has the best imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. She can wrestle outside with Shayne one minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the next minute she'll be dressed in princess attire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. She loves to dance and sing along with her ipod... everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. She loves to quote movie or tv show lines. Her memory is amazing!&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;br /&gt;We are SO glad that Emily is ours! We love you Em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8909384847071682081?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8909384847071682081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8909384847071682081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8909384847071682081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8909384847071682081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/04/six-years-and-counting.html' title='Six Years and counting'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfkGMjd1-KI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A6kbyqDuZAo/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5805385554477347686</id><published>2009-04-27T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:26:36.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Waskly Wabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday our family took a trip up north to Pine AZ for a little hike. We were asked to "preview" the hike that our girls will be doing this year at Lo Mia for girls camp. We had a blast. We took off thru the brush and fallen trees until we reached our final destination. The way back was a bit of another story. Lets just say.... we got a little off track. I like to think of it as being adventures, spontaneous if you will. My kids would say.. we were lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ7Icgo0DI/AAAAAAAAAtI/uxdDqdGY5mo/s1600-h/camp+lo+mia+hike+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582594061815858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ7Icgo0DI/AAAAAAAAAtI/uxdDqdGY5mo/s400/camp+lo+mia+hike+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ7IBfx7_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/jSoYlwu_MjM/s1600-h/camp+lo+mia+hike+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582586810462194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ7IBfx7_I/AAAAAAAAAtA/jSoYlwu_MjM/s400/camp+lo+mia+hike+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't call this trip a "true" Smith trip without some sort of adventure! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After hiking for several hours and a quick stop at Tom's for a bit to eat we headed back down the hill to the heat. The kids were busy watching a movie and my co-pilot, aka Todd, and I where jammin out to some cool hits from the 80's when out of nowhere I see a little something in the road. Is it a box? Perhaps someone tossed out their fast food wrappers? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We heard two thumps... both tires...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ9iiRQzaI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/s9IXzUje7iM/s1600-h/rabbit-3D_KI8Q4605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329585241307794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ9iiRQzaI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/s9IXzUje7iM/s400/rabbit-3D_KI8Q4605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor waskly wabbit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least I can drive in a really straight line!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I then dry heaved for the next few miles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We drove straight through the car wash on the way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that rabbit is out to get me.  He is now haunting my dreams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need some therapy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5805385554477347686?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5805385554477347686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5805385554477347686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5805385554477347686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5805385554477347686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-waskly-wabbit.html' title='That Waskly Wabbit'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SfZ7Icgo0DI/AAAAAAAAAtI/uxdDqdGY5mo/s72-c/camp+lo+mia+hike+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5095635572685980163</id><published>2009-04-19T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:44:41.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a super special day we had! Yesterday Ashley was baptized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a smile that went from ear to ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looked so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She could hardly wait for this day to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFDCEODyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2aR8804JdQM/s1600-h/ashley+baptism+pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567640180592418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFDCEODyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2aR8804JdQM/s400/ashley+baptism+pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFC-LiO4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/mxnY0IfOe-A/s1600-h/ashley+baptism+pictures+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567639137532802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFC-LiO4I/AAAAAAAAAsc/mxnY0IfOe-A/s400/ashley+baptism+pictures+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFCqzZBCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2bn7d3XPo_A/s1600-h/ashley+baptism+pictures+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567633935991842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFCqzZBCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2bn7d3XPo_A/s400/ashley+baptism+pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so happy to have you as our daughter Ash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just wouldn't be the same without you!&lt;/div&gt;We are so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both" align="center"&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/2255717604841651228-5095635572685980163?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5095635572685980163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5095635572685980163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5095635572685980163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5095635572685980163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ashleys-baptism.html' title='Ashley&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SevFDCEODyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2aR8804JdQM/s72-c/ashley+baptism+pictures+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2578640075467397600</id><published>2009-04-13T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:09:04.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;White-Trash Cuts...by &lt;em&gt;Emily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone in need of a haircut? Why use a conventional salon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not try the all new white-trash backyard salon? For a limited time only you too can have your head buzzed by a very amateur 5 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTVUoA5DI/AAAAAAAAArM/S-NQR-z1Zts/s1600-h/Easter+2009+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324401916493489202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTVUoA5DI/AAAAAAAAArM/S-NQR-z1Zts/s400/Easter+2009+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She'll cut with care and has a gentle touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQUv3Zp5wI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ny2dPGAHRbE/s1600-h/Easter+2009+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324403472016729858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQUv3Zp5wI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ny2dPGAHRbE/s400/Easter+2009+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You will have her complete attention... no need to worry about uncomfortable small talk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQUvsvSoQI/AAAAAAAAArU/CiAmij1lqzU/s1600-h/Easter+2009+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324403469154689282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQUvsvSoQI/AAAAAAAAArU/CiAmij1lqzU/s400/Easter+2009+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you had trouble in the past getting exactly what you asked for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No worries here... she doesn't ask... you get what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTVOyf6DI/AAAAAAAAArE/qGKWdhLxs18/s1600-h/Easter+2009+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324401914926852146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTVOyf6DI/AAAAAAAAArE/qGKWdhLxs18/s400/Easter+2009+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a traditional cut your neck is gently brushed off....here you get a full power blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTU4Nr1pI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SGlX3QQWzIs/s1600-h/Easter+2009+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324401908866864786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTU4Nr1pI/AAAAAAAAAq8/SGlX3QQWzIs/s400/Easter+2009+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hair still sticking to your neck? We can turn up the power to full speed, upon request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;appointments are available from 3:40 - 6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**we can not be responsible for cuts, bruises, crying, fits, hair in the mouth, length of time you'll be standing, unwanted style or anything else. Call at your own risk**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Payment can be made in cash, chocolate, gum or donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQSBYJ9M4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/5Cpx_-2oabU/s1600-h/Recovered+Autosave.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2255717604841651228-2578640075467397600?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2578640075467397600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2578640075467397600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2578640075467397600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2578640075467397600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/04/haircuts-anyone.html' title='Haircuts anyone?'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SeQTVUoA5DI/AAAAAAAAArM/S-NQR-z1Zts/s72-c/Easter+2009+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4689769364272931139</id><published>2009-03-21T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:44:15.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring break... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The week every child looks forward to. No schedule, limited rules, lots of friends, come and go as they please and most of all, lots of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What would spring break be without jumping into the freezing pool? They grabbed a few friends and headed out back. 85 F outside ... 60 F water temp. Brrrrr&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVZBmSW1yI/AAAAAAAAApo/BHAfvtNHg24/s1600-h/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752819173021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVZBmSW1yI/AAAAAAAAApo/BHAfvtNHg24/s400/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed up north to Prescott for a few days of R and R at the cabin.  We had a blast! The kids spent hours in the creek. The weather was awesome and we enjoyed all day outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752831113857330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVZCSxRiTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/HCxnn7QBJIg/s400/Spring+break+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Shayne and Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVZB0vDoAI/AAAAAAAAApw/cYHUCJdfafQ/s1600-h/Spring+break+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315752823051493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVZB0vDoAI/AAAAAAAAApw/cYHUCJdfafQ/s400/Spring+break+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My stream busters &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVcBlEODeI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rTCGfokCTEc/s1600-h/Spring+break+2009+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.%3ca%20href=/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315758334224184290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVeCndBM-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/iowOc-MoDMY/s400/Spring+break+2009+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of time on the golf cart.  Shayne even learned to drive! Shhhhh... Don't tell Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315756113073010610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVcBVBT97I/AAAAAAAAAqI/7iCks2imc5c/s400/Spring+break+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls made it across the stream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVcA8GMPdI/AAAAAAAAAqA/A4npiT5Y418/s1600-h/Spring+break+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315756106382589394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVcA8GMPdI/AAAAAAAAAqA/A4npiT5Y418/s400/Spring+break+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Emily took several hikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315757703586086242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVdd6JLfWI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3uraRVLe4c0/s400/Spring+break+2009+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Megan learned to shoot the BB gun.  Don't mess with her..she's got a great shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVddmuHebI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cK1C-NCXVFQ/s1600-h/Spring+break+2009+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315757698372303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVddmuHebI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cK1C-NCXVFQ/s400/Spring+break+2009+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily lead the effort to get dad wet.. and succeeded! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love spring break!  What a fun filled week with the family!!&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/2255717604841651228-4689769364272931139?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4689769364272931139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4689769364272931139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4689769364272931139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4689769364272931139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-recap.html' title='Spring Break Recap'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVZBmSW1yI/AAAAAAAAApo/BHAfvtNHg24/s72-c/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7377978548975953283</id><published>2009-03-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:56:53.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVUTlPe85I/AAAAAAAAApg/kZTs_JA_Ims/s1600-h/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315747630572041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVUTlPe85I/AAAAAAAAApg/kZTs_JA_Ims/s400/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom started this great tradition for all her grandchildren that I absolutely love. She takes each grandchild out on a secret date for their 8th birthday. Ashley has been waiting and dreaming of her Grandma date for several years now. Her date finally came! Grandma picked her up and took her to paint pottery and then out for lunch. Ashley had a ball. She said "it was the best date ever! Way better than Megan's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVS9hfbAeI/AAAAAAAAApY/AvI9cwMpIZw/s1600-h/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315746152096399842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVS9hfbAeI/AAAAAAAAApY/AvI9cwMpIZw/s400/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for the BEST date ever Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The finished masterpiece will be posted when the baking&lt;/em&gt; process is complete)&lt;br /&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/2255717604841651228-7377978548975953283?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7377978548975953283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7377978548975953283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7377978548975953283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7377978548975953283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-date.html' title='Grandma Date'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/ScVUTlPe85I/AAAAAAAAApg/kZTs_JA_Ims/s72-c/Ashley%27s+8th+birthday+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6803290626477781946</id><published>2009-03-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:43:00.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley turns the BIG 8 today! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb526RMwF0I/AAAAAAAAApA/Raeew4uPtwk/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815353765140290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb526RMwF0I/AAAAAAAAApA/Raeew4uPtwk/s400/2008-2009+school+year+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She'll have to wait until next month to be baptized...we missed those darn stake baptisms by 2 days!! She was very sad that she couldn't be baptized right away. She can hardly wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb5_Mu1dijI/AAAAAAAAApQ/7Gu-7yxVzoA/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313824467051186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb5_Mu1dijI/AAAAAAAAApQ/7Gu-7yxVzoA/s400/smith+family+reunion+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley loves an adventure.  She is the first one to explore or will try almost everything at least once.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb5_L8PzcxI/AAAAAAAAApI/gQuiTxE4g7I/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313824453471466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb5_L8PzcxI/AAAAAAAAApI/gQuiTxE4g7I/s400/presidents+day+weekend+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that face.... she keeps us in stitches!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eight more things we love about our Ashley..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. She has the sweetest heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2.  She loves the outdoors.  She spends more time on her bike than anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3.  She loves to get down and dirty.  Digging for worms is a favorite pastime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4.  She has a fiery temper that can put shivers down any ones spine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5.  She loves to do secret acts of service for others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6.  She will eat anything.  No picky girl here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7.  She doesn't have to be entertained by others.  She's perfectly happy entertaining herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8.  Her desire to do whats right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday sweet girl!  We love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-6803290626477781946?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6803290626477781946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6803290626477781946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6803290626477781946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6803290626477781946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-girl-ashley.html' title='Birthday Girl Ashley'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sb526RMwF0I/AAAAAAAAApA/Raeew4uPtwk/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1917212968856453030</id><published>2009-03-08T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:09:52.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Sunday was a special day around our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shayne received the Priesthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can barely put into words the pure joy that this brought to me. My only son,  a once in a lifetime experience, a profound gift, a special moment.  Wow.  Just wow!  I am so thankful that Shayne has prepared himself and had such a great desire to receive the Priesthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Shayne and Todd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311046037723571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbSgO3BCY2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/PtJCSKP97Zk/s400/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Todd and Shayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311046027380815538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbSgOQfIdrI/AAAAAAAAAog/lliH3rtRPMU/s400/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The Priesthood being past down from one generation to the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandpa Smith, Todd and Shayne&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbSgOC3VgcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Scs0XfQl2w/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311046023724237250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbSgOC3VgcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/9Scs0XfQl2w/s400/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbShVWogD2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/_rQOwhE8VhU/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311047248801435490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbShVWogD2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/_rQOwhE8VhU/s400/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Bentz and Shayne (Grandma was out of town)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbShVHdC7QI/AAAAAAAAAow/g1DW--M3Neg/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311047244726856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbShVHdC7QI/AAAAAAAAAow/g1DW--M3Neg/s400/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a wonderful experience to be sitting among my family.  How did I get so lucky to be able to be this boys mom?  I learn so much from my sweet boy.  I'm glad that our family was blessed with one Prince amongst all our Princesses!  We are so proud of you Shayne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1917212968856453030?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1917212968856453030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1917212968856453030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1917212968856453030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1917212968856453030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a lifetime'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SbSgO3BCY2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/PtJCSKP97Zk/s72-c/Shayne%27s+12th+birthday+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8473790350748072868</id><published>2009-03-03T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:41:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self... </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop blinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blinked and now my little boy is 12! Where did all those years go? Wasn't it just yesterday that I felt like I was going to die giving birth to this 10lb baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SadeXTHOUvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_4p3IOejdW0/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314440239993586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SadeXTHOUvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_4p3IOejdW0/s400/2008-2009+school+year+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What an excited age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twelve. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;holds so much meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The priesthood, passing the sacrament, mutual, scout camp and Jr High to name a few. Oh man, I'm not ready for any of this! But he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sadh6b89JHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/9gB1jZKcwxQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307318342443148402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sadh6b89JHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/9gB1jZKcwxQ/s400/Christmas+2008+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So in honor of this special day, 12 things we love about Shayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He makes everyone feel like a special friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He is respectful and kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. He is so tenderhearted to his sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. His had big dreams. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; quarterback followed by Denver Bronco NFL star)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. His laugh is contagious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. He is always more concerned about others than about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. He's a sports nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. He plays with so much heart and intensity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. He's thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. He'll take his sister's on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bike rides&lt;/span&gt; or play games or read books &lt;em&gt;just because&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. He has a strong desire to choose the right even when others aren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. He is 100% boy.. 100% of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From boy to man in a blink of a eye. We love everything about you Shayne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SadjfNdW9GI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DZkhUZNOwzA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307320073719313506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SadjfNdW9GI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DZkhUZNOwzA/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8473790350748072868?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8473790350748072868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8473790350748072868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8473790350748072868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8473790350748072868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self... '/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SadeXTHOUvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_4p3IOejdW0/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1686699132676683924</id><published>2009-02-18T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:12:22.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we made a last minute trip up to Prescott. Much to our unprepared surprise, we found about a foot of snow on the ground. We knew that we'd find some snow, but we weren't prepared to dig our way to the cabin door! A few of my favorite pictures from the weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shayne and Ashley hiking the creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZPKj1pGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ek_yTxUOfUc/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282946947359842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZPKj1pGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ek_yTxUOfUc/s400/presidents+day+weekend+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Megan and Emily right before pelting their mom in the face with snow &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZOe-xyKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YZe9rujFqsc/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282935249193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZOe-xyKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YZe9rujFqsc/s400/presidents+day+weekend+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Cuties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZOMqmlBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G3oegacKoH4/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282930332734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZOMqmlBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G3oegacKoH4/s400/presidents+day+weekend+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZN58WFrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nELt28D4w8Y/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282925306877618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZN58WFrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/nELt28D4w8Y/s400/presidents+day+weekend+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan loved those icicles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZN1Z0NsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Kp8WacxMGJE/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282924088309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZN1Z0NsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Kp8WacxMGJE/s400/presidents+day+weekend+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved finding long icicles. A new find for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyf2zh4MEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sdRJRsGxJzM/s1600-h/presidents+day+weekend+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304290225029656642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyf2zh4MEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/sdRJRsGxJzM/s400/presidents+day+weekend+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time hangin out. We ended up taking a back road drive and got a stuck in the snow for a few hours...but even that was pretty fun! Luckily, with a short hike we found cell reception and called for help. It just wouldn't be a true Smith vacation without a little unplanned fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1686699132676683924?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1686699132676683924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1686699132676683924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1686699132676683924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1686699132676683924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZyZPKj1pGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ek_yTxUOfUc/s72-c/presidents+day+weekend+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6876897019567947155</id><published>2009-02-13T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:15:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real difference..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;between a boys view of Valentine's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRHuqOa1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/UykrhSIbJow/s1600-h/valentine+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302514804501408594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRHuqOa1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/UykrhSIbJow/s400/valentine+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRHenhCqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1btHA42GmiA/s1600-h/valentine+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302514800195078818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRHenhCqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1btHA42GmiA/s400/valentine+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a girls view of Valentine's Day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRzrrISjI/AAAAAAAAAls/VXEIiZ6NJjY/s1600-h/valentine+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302515559614138930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRzrrISjI/AAAAAAAAAls/VXEIiZ6NJjY/s400/valentine+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is all in the design of the box!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously how cute is that? Shayne created the ultimate Valentine football box, complete with bleachers, players and the best possible outcome of a game. Sorry Packer fans, but in Shayne's world..the Bronco's can't be beat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then Megan...our creative girly girl. Pink rules on Valentine's Day for our little Princess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm Lovin It!&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/2255717604841651228-6876897019567947155?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6876897019567947155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6876897019567947155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6876897019567947155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6876897019567947155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-difference.html' title='The real difference..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SZZRHuqOa1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/UykrhSIbJow/s72-c/valentine+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7950741617630545036</id><published>2009-02-06T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:33:15.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons On Field trips?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;February must be the month for fieldtrips. Emily got to go on her first ever offical fieldtrip! She was so excited. After her stitches incident, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to go and she was crushed. She was feeling fine that morning so off we went to the Suffington Bear factory. Its kinda like the trailer park version of Build a bear. She loved it. Even got to make a blue bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SY0Uq0rNlnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wACIv1avKk4/s1600-h/E+%26+A+fieldtrips+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299915062411892338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SY0Uq0rNlnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wACIv1avKk4/s400/E+%26+A+fieldtrips+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can probably tell from the picture Emily got an infection in the stitches and swelled up pretty good. She was very self conscious of people looking at her head, poor girl. I had a heartbreaking experience at the factory that made me cry in the middle of this place surrounded by 80 kindergartners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When Emily took her bear over to the workers to get the bear sewn up, the ladies wouldn't take her bear. They just stared at her. I was on the other side of the room when I noticed that something was happening. I saw Emily standing at the sewing table, bear on table in front of 5 grown adults staring at her. No one would take the bear. I quickly went over to find my little Emily with tears welling up in her eyes. She threw her arms around me. At that moment I was a ragging maniac and one pissed off puppy. I looked at these women with disgust. Shouldn't they know better? Didn't their mothers teach them not to stare? Shes 5 for heavens sake! I said take the dang bear and sew it up or I'll do it myself! (ok this was the nice G rated version but you get the picture) My heart broke. Emily being the innocent and forgiving girl that she is, bounced back and went on her way bear in hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two lessons I was reminded of from this experience:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Don't ever make others feel inferior because for their differences, somethings are out of their control&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Forgiveness is a Christ-like trait that children are blessed with, and that adults need to strive for. Forgive and forget...plain and simple &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Field trip #2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two days later I was back on the big yellow bus headed to see Mr Slimbody.  Basically its a 70 year old guy dressed in a bodysuit with body parts all over.  Do you envy me?  It actually was one of the most entertaining field trips ever.  Ashley has been learning about the human body and knows many more fact then I do.  This guy was the prize at the end of the body unit.  We learned a few new songs and learned about everything our amazing bodies can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SY0UrdZdWwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xs0ldsvZu2k/s1600-h/E+%26+A+fieldtrips+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299915073343281922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SY0UrdZdWwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/xs0ldsvZu2k/s400/E+%26+A+fieldtrips+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ashley &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love to go on field trips with my kids.  I love to see them interact with their friends and have a good time.  I guess my kids are quit to the age when mom is so not cool.  I dread that day.  I hope I can stay cool for a long time because I love to be with my awesome kids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7950741617630545036?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7950741617630545036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7950741617630545036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7950741617630545036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7950741617630545036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-lessons-on-field-trips.html' title='Life Lessons On Field trips?'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SY0Uq0rNlnI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wACIv1avKk4/s72-c/E+%26+A+fieldtrips+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6379185570418243839</id><published>2009-01-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:41:38.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you get..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you combine Emily's forehead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_JOwzKkSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Yamwz1seXSo/s1600-h/DSC_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_JOwzKkSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Yamwz1seXSo/s320/DSC_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;with Shayne's front tooth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_JiKtkmpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/j2gHU7CA7ZE/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_JiKtkmpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/j2gHU7CA7ZE/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one trampoline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_KOeJLLfI/AAAAAAAAAks/MTLbaU3D8E0/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_KOeJLLfI/AAAAAAAAAks/MTLbaU3D8E0/s320/2008-2009+school+year+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. trip to the new Phoenix Children's East valley ER and 7 stitches - $500&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_LmmZjQpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/5QO_gV0XZzw/s1600-h/Emily%27s+stiches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296175550814175890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_LmmZjQpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/5QO_gV0XZzw/s400/Emily%27s+stiches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 visit to Dr Crockett and a new front tooth -$500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_PuiVl0-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/q4oBryU4K7E/s1600-h/Shayne%27s+new+tooth+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_PuiVl0-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/q4oBryU4K7E/s320/Shayne%27s+new+tooth+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 kids tough as nails ....priceless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_SmKjG9PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Sl0ZD2XDWMM/s1600-h/shayne+and+emily+after+the+tramp+accident+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296183239919465714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_SmKjG9PI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Sl0ZD2XDWMM/s400/shayne+and+emily+after+the+tramp+accident+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-6379185570418243839?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6379185570418243839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6379185570418243839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6379185570418243839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6379185570418243839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-get.html' title='What do you get..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SX_JOwzKkSI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Yamwz1seXSo/s72-c/DSC_1620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5320393593374715538</id><published>2009-01-18T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:31:35.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Megan has been involved in a pre show performance with her cousin Lauren that warmed up the audience before the Fiddler on the roof play for the last few months. My mom and I went to see her yesterday and man she hammed it up! I love it! We weren't sure if she spotted us from the stage but thought from the twinkle in her eye that she must know where we were sitting.  Sure enough.. after the show we asked and she said "I could see Grandma's bright pink shirt and could hear mom screaming for me".  That about sums it up.  I just can't control myself!  I get so giddy watching my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlNdpZJ7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/M81-Z72JSiE/s1600-h/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292685269061412786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlNdpZJ7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/M81-Z72JSiE/s400/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan and Lauren &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlNGO7suI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eOj_lY3zjgA/s1600-h/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292685262776414946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlNGO7suI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eOj_lY3zjgA/s400/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my girl stike that pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlN0aRNCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/21GBQgFGUk0/s1600-h/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292685275171992610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlN0aRNCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/21GBQgFGUk0/s400/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls after the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She did an awesome job!  I love to watch my kids preform.  I beam with pride and joy to see my kids having fun.  Way to go MEGAN!!  You stold the show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5320393593374715538?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5320393593374715538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5320393593374715538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5320393593374715538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5320393593374715538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-shooting-star.html' title='My Shooting Star'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXNlNdpZJ7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/M81-Z72JSiE/s72-c/Megan%27s+shooting+star+preformance+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7609473139126320200</id><published>2009-01-16T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:29:59.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXFXL-xs_KI/AAAAAAAAAio/GjZWsCmjR7M/s1600-h/dads+gone+crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXFXL-xs_KI/AAAAAAAAAio/GjZWsCmjR7M/s400/dads+gone+crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW...Just wow. Tonight Todd and Shayne left for the 6th grade oceanography trip. 48 hours of non stop fun in San Diego. I guess he thought that he was going to lose his mind...so why not his hair too! Funny...just plain funny. Man I love this bald guy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7609473139126320200?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7609473139126320200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7609473139126320200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7609473139126320200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7609473139126320200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/01/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SXFXL-xs_KI/AAAAAAAAAio/GjZWsCmjR7M/s72-c/dads+gone+crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5163183778732848792</id><published>2009-01-12T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:34:24.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Straw</title><content type='html'>Ya know that old saying.. "it was the straw that broke the camel's back"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past several, well 8 months, have been filled with stress, tears, fear, hope, joy, tender mercies and just about every other type of emotion.   I've always been a big believer that the Lord will never give us more than we can handle.   So why is it that I keep thinking...really??? YOU think I can handle this too???  and then in the same breath, I'm so happy that I &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;have to handle my own trials and not the trials of those that surround me.  To often I get to consumed with myself to recognize how good I really have it.  I'm so thankful, really I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday just about sent me over the edge.  I got home later than the rest of my family from church because of a meeting that I attended.  I walked in to find my dear, stress out husband in a way that I'd never seen him.  The next few hours are a big fast blur.  I found myself surrounded by family, friends, neighbors and medics.   As I looked a Todd who had no clue what was happening being carried off on a stretcher, I felt that dang piece of straw.  It wasn't until I looked into the eyes of a scared 11 boy that had been so strong for me, that I thought..what else...seriously what else.  What am I suppose to learn from this trial?  I wish my thick head would learn it fast so that we can move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd is fine.  He came home a few hours after arriving in the ER.  He had a reaction to a pain med that he was taking for his kidney stone that he is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; trying to pass.  Yet another tender mercy, it could have been so much worse.  I got him home and settled and left the girls with my mom who drove over to be with us, and meet up with Shayne for his Priesthood preview night.  Talk about extremes.    I sat with him and was reminded of the power of the priesthood.  As shaky as I was from the vast range of emotions that I'd just encountered, I could feel of the peace, the power and love that is the gospel of Jesus Christ.  Surrounded by friends and my one and only son learning about the power that is the priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more convinced today, than ever before, that the Lord is aware of me and my family.  And even though I feel like I've been beaten up, put through the ringer and hung out to dry, I see first hand the Lord's tender mercies.  I can see the "light" at the end of our "tunnel".  I just wish I had a faster car to get me to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5163183778732848792?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5163183778732848792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5163183778732848792' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5163183778732848792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5163183778732848792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/01/straw.html' title='The Straw'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1306067398847314891</id><published>2009-01-04T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:45:55.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my bag of tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My inner "Molly Mormon" is coming out in me. I'm not sure if its the need to learn something new or pinching every penny that is bring out this new found hobby of mine. First the quilts now this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVxuKXRcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HaQqYmCwU9s/s1600-h/sewing+projects+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287601750203123138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVxuKXRcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HaQqYmCwU9s/s400/sewing+projects+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The older my girls get, especially Megan, the harder they are to impress. So I've been trying to think of what I can pull out of my "bag" next to oooo and aaahhhh my girls. My SIL Stacy and family were in town for Christmas and she gave me a quick "how to make a skirt in one day" tutorial. With her help, we whipped out this little baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVyIlaJ-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0CJTj-kzeUY/s1600-h/sewing+projects+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287601757295880162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVyIlaJ-I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0CJTj-kzeUY/s400/sewing+projects+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT, I can't have one new skirt for three girls...you can imagine the drama that would bring. So off to my new favorite craft spot to pick up some more fabric. Emily was easy to please. Megan took a bit longer. In the end we came home and made these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVx35RyFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/giiJJxXhwxg/s1600-h/sewing+projects+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287601752815814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVx35RyFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/giiJJxXhwxg/s400/sewing+projects+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287602321817977666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFWS_l9w0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/yqoMdnuBoPw/s400/sewing+projects+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm really diggin this sewing thing! Who knows what will come next!&lt;br /&gt;&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/2255717604841651228-1306067398847314891?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1306067398847314891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1306067398847314891' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1306067398847314891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1306067398847314891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-my-bag-of-tricks.html' title='Out of my bag of tricks'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SWFVxuKXRcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HaQqYmCwU9s/s72-c/sewing+projects+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4623675176528753840</id><published>2008-12-29T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:07:15.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They know me in a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one else ever has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They open me to things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never knew existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They drive me to insanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and push me to my depths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are the beat of my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pulse in my veins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the energy in my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVlWYzdkTGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Tnuns76bdMU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVlWYzdkTGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Tnuns76bdMU/s400/Christmas+2008+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I marvel at the four miracles that are mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4623675176528753840?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4623675176528753840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4623675176528753840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4623675176528753840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4623675176528753840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/12/four.html' title='FOUR'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVlWYzdkTGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Tnuns76bdMU/s72-c/Christmas+2008+185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8554182525474184743</id><published>2008-12-26T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:14:56.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilts 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In about October I came up with a brilliant idea to make quilts for my girls for Christmas. I thought.. I've got some time on my hands and a few months to get them done, why not. So off to fabric store I went. Mind you, I have NEVER made a quilt before but thought it couldn't be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard! We'll I did it. I finished the girls and then didn't want Shayne to be left out so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWZMsp06jI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9J8_UIKko0c/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284298181213219378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWZMsp06jI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9J8_UIKko0c/s400/Christmas+2008+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All four in their new quilts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Megan and Emily share a room so naturally...matching was a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcJvVaocI/AAAAAAAAAhw/739A2vHllnA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284301428928192962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcJvVaocI/AAAAAAAAAhw/739A2vHllnA/s400/Christmas+2008+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcJbmz5fI/AAAAAAAAAho/-2v5RuxAmYg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284301423632442866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcJbmz5fI/AAAAAAAAAho/-2v5RuxAmYg/s400/Christmas+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcI_K8AEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/njpTHyd9CAA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284301415999340610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcI_K8AEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/njpTHyd9CAA/s400/Christmas+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcIqhXnnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ad46vpdVrXk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284301410456280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWcIqhXnnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ad46vpdVrXk/s400/Christmas+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I really did learn something from my Grandma!  Grandma Emma is the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; seamstress in the family...but someday with LOTS of practice, I hope to catch some of her talent!  The kids have overlooked my little "oops" in each quilt.  I prefer to call it quilts with character!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8554182525474184743?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8554182525474184743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8554182525474184743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8554182525474184743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8554182525474184743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/12/quilts-101.html' title='Quilts 101'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SVWZMsp06jI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9J8_UIKko0c/s72-c/Christmas+2008+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1626146832046759449</id><published>2008-12-21T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:31:57.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My young prodigies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8I7-6Gl8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Yje_DejVyNo/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282450714520885186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8I7-6Gl8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Yje_DejVyNo/s400/2008-2009+school+year+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shayne, Megan, Emily and Ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8I7dpFOwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/68tx1hMjmHI/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282450705591122690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8I7dpFOwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/68tx1hMjmHI/s400/2008-2009+school+year+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Following in their mother's footsteps....my children LOVE to cook!  YEAH!!  Tonight they cooked for us one of Todd's favorite desserts....hot chocolate pudding with mint ice cream.  Todd grew up eating this yummy favorite and he is SO happy that his kids can now make it for him!   Good stuff!&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/2255717604841651228-1626146832046759449?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1626146832046759449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1626146832046759449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1626146832046759449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1626146832046759449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-young-prodigies.html' title='My young prodigies'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8I7-6Gl8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Yje_DejVyNo/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8585505037345599531</id><published>2008-12-21T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:24:34.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to go Shayne..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finished up with the last band concert of the year. Shayne is playing the trumpet again this year. He's following in Todd's footsteps except I don't think he'll play the trumpet into his high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8H1cJRPPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MUygjiM5ORE/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282449502598413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8H1cJRPPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MUygjiM5ORE/s320/2008-2009+school+year+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd's brother Kevin and his wife Laura were in town so they along with Grandpa and Grandma Smith came for the show.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8HQNf35CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2FOde9qyfS0/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282448863011529762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8HQNf35CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2FOde9qyfS0/s320/2008-2009+school+year+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so proud of Shayne for sticking with the trumpet...even though it is NOT his favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8HP-9QCqI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8585505037345599531?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8585505037345599531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8585505037345599531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8585505037345599531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8585505037345599531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/12/way-to-go-shayne.html' title='Way to go Shayne..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8H1cJRPPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MUygjiM5ORE/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4526237515896603586</id><published>2008-12-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:16:12.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas or Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8GEcMIesI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RyjCgUzdFXw/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282447561285204674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8GEcMIesI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RyjCgUzdFXw/s320/2008-2009+school+year+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A typical December day in Arizona..... a pile of fallen leaves with Christmas decorations.  Got to love Arizona!&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/2255717604841651228-4526237515896603586?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4526237515896603586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4526237515896603586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4526237515896603586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4526237515896603586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-or-fall.html' title='Christmas or Fall?'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SU8GEcMIesI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RyjCgUzdFXw/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5393031398286929</id><published>2008-12-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:06:34.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Red and Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Christmas time. I love everything about it...the lights, the smells, the cheer, the colors, the giving, the reflection. I'm pretty one sided with my holiday loves. Christmas is far and away my favorite. From the time our tree goes up until the sad day when it comes down, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/STxezZy_c7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pgEjyLFYhas/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/STxezZy_c7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pgEjyLFYhas/s320/Christmas+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/STxgCvzAn2I/AAAAAAAAAgU/MUKV_807fcM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277198463677800290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/STxgCvzAn2I/AAAAAAAAAgU/MUKV_807fcM/s320/Christmas+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the staircase (with Ashley)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have a tradition, I guess, in our home that &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;hang the lights outside and inside for that matter. Todd has few things in life that he hates. Hanging Christmas lights and Disneyland top his lists of "things I hope to never do in my lifetime" with not many other things below them. Sad huh? I mean WHO doesn't like those two things?? I actually don't mind. I get out the ladder and get to it. Because we &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to have Christmas lights! My neighbors aren't quit sure how he "trained' me to do this. I've only almost fell off the roof 1 year. 1 out of 6 years..that's not to bad if you ask me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So for the rest of the month I'm counting on the smells, sights and sounds that only happen at this time of year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5393031398286929?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5393031398286929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5393031398286929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5393031398286929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5393031398286929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-red-and-green.html' title='Seeing Red and Green'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/STxezZy_c7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pgEjyLFYhas/s72-c/Christmas+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1066391262392249876</id><published>2008-11-22T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:00:30.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letters and Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SShQXs4ZBbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p_aOmD_Vfjs/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551731952059826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SShQXs4ZBbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p_aOmD_Vfjs/s320/2008-2009+school+year+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So apparently something strange happens when kids are about the reach that magical age of 12. In our case, two things.  First, Shayne got glasses. He'd been having headaches for weeks and wouldn't ya know it.. the Dr said my boy was having trouble relaxing the eyes.  Todd was the one who took him to the Dr so he and Shayne picked out his first pair on Nike eye wear.  Ya can't go wrong with a boy if it has the label Nike right?  He's lookin good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big change that has taken place about made me fall off my chair.  We got doorbell ditched one night, which has been happening a lot lately, and we found a vase of freshly yard picked flowers and a note..... to SHAYNE!  He would seriously die if he knew I was blogging about this so lets just keep it one of those blogger secrets ok?  Girls...... for real???  My friends have always told me that in 6th grade everything starts to change.  But for my 24 /7 sports minded little boy!!  It was a cute little note that turned his face about 10 shades of red.   I guess he has a mystery admirer out there somewhere.   Am I really that old that this could be happening to my first born?  Oh boy.... I'm starting to hold on to my hat.  With three girls waiting in the wings... I'm so not ready for any of this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SShQXubW-1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/9hU2JuPLze0/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271551732367162194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SShQXubW-1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/9hU2JuPLze0/s320/2008-2009+school+year+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1066391262392249876?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1066391262392249876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1066391262392249876' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1066391262392249876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1066391262392249876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-letters-and-glasses.html' title='Love Letters and Glasses'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SShQXs4ZBbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p_aOmD_Vfjs/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7449741837213107453</id><published>2008-11-04T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:24:26.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SRCYDe8U8PI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wGEvrv8YgJM/s1600-h/Yes102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875150009233650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SRCYDe8U8PI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wGEvrv8YgJM/s400/Yes102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have imagined that would be explaining to my young kids why God created Adam and Eve....not Adam and Steve.   I feel like I've robbed them of some of their innocence.  We've had the sign in our yard for several weeks now and had the basic conversation, but last night for family night we got into it a little deeper.  On one hand it angers me beyond words that my kids at their tender ages have been exposed to such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; issue in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; world.  On the other hand it brings me so much joy to be able to share my testimony with my kids on why marriage has been ordained to be between one man and one women since the beginning of time.  I'm so thankful for the knowledge that we as members of Heavenly Fathers church  about His great plan.  Sometimes "unpopular" issues are hard to talk about with kids and are avoided at all costs.   I knew that today at school our kids were going to be talking about the election and different issues that are being voted on.  We wanted to "arm" our kids with as much knowledge as possible.  We had a great conversation that led into many other issues that are being discussed this election.  I'm so glad that we have scriptures and a living Prophet that have armed us with the knowledge that we needed to teach our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I feel so bad that kids these days can't be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt; kids of yesterday, knowledge is power.  I hope that in the long run, my kids will always remember to stand up and be counted and not be afraid to voice their opinion.  Because there is nothing worse than people who complain about issues that they had the power to change, and instead choose not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7449741837213107453?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7449741837213107453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7449741837213107453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7449741837213107453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7449741837213107453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4th.html' title='November 4th'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SRCYDe8U8PI/AAAAAAAAAfU/wGEvrv8YgJM/s72-c/Yes102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-731885720190823384</id><published>2008-10-29T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:31:02.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SQkL4paCLLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Hydxpx_d9TI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262750707374763186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SQkL4paCLLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Hydxpx_d9TI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our ward party last night and a great time was had by all.  I love when our ward party is before Halloween so we can have a "dry run" of costumes.  Besides, the kids want to get as much time in costumes as possible.  I'm not the biggest fan of Halloween to be honest.  I guess maybe its because I seem to have people that &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; to scare the crap out of me every year&lt;em&gt;! ! &lt;/em&gt;And yes, I am a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; wimp with scary stuff!  But besides my own personal fears....costumes in general are getting more skimpy, scary, gory and just cost to darn much!  This year I told the kids to hone their inner creative being and dumped out the dress-up box.  I think they did a pretty great job!  It also doesn't hurt to have cousins and friends that are willing to lend out costumes.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preparing&lt;/span&gt; myself now for a weekend full of sugar rushes and crashes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-731885720190823384?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/731885720190823384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=731885720190823384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/731885720190823384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/731885720190823384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-time.html' title='Halloween Time'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SQkL4paCLLI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Hydxpx_d9TI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3902063826723609940</id><published>2008-10-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:43:54.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SQZ05aM2jXI/AAAAAAAAAes/_exMS07RFmc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262021744263597426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SQZ05aM2jXI/AAAAAAAAAes/_exMS07RFmc/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These past few months have caused a great deal of reflection for me. I've been a bit overloaded with stress, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling the weight of all the "hats" that as mothers in Zion we wear. Most of the "hats" I've brought upon myself, thanks to the gene inherited from my mother. That gene that makes me say &lt;em&gt;yes &lt;/em&gt;to everything and everyone. Not that I think that's a bad thing. Lets see... YW 2nd counselor, Ptso president, wife, mom, room mom for 2 of my kids classes and then I feel so bad that I didn't volunteer for the other 2 classes that I go help as much as humanly possible and the list goes on. I know that really compared to so many others around me, my list is nothing. I don't know how some people do it and make it all look so easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so much from having this gene. These "hats" that I wear have given me something else to think about, worry about and do something about when other things are out of my control. My mom is the best example to me. She is always out and about doing service for someone in her ward. There is hardly ever a time that I call that she is not "on her way out" or "just got back" from helping someone. I hope to someday be like that! What are we always told? Lose ourselves in service. So simple, yet so life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as I've been "sifting" thru my "hats". I really had to refocus my priorities to what matters the most, and they all sit around my dinner table every night. I really wish that I would put all the time and energy that I spend on "perfecting" everything else into becoming a kinder more thoughtful, funner mom. These past few months we've all, and I mean all, have been home a lot more. While I'm not going to lie and say that having an unemployed husband for the last 6 months has been a party, I've noticed so many little changes in our family. We've had to become more creative with fun activities, we've had to change to way we see things, we've had to teach and reteach the differences between wants and needs. I also been able to see and be apart of so many "tender mercies" and countless blessings and little acts of thoughtful service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that when everything around is spinning out of control, the only thing that is in perfect view is family. And while I love to help at the school and love to be that mom that teachers know they can count on, and while I try to do "extras" for my friends, family and neighbors, it has all taken a back seat this year. This year, for a short amount of time, its all about those people who sit around my dinner table that mean the most to me. That "hat" is the most precious of all "hats" to me. The hat of mother and wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-3902063826723609940?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3902063826723609940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3902063826723609940' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3902063826723609940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3902063826723609940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/10/hats.html' title='Hats'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SQZ05aM2jXI/AAAAAAAAAes/_exMS07RFmc/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-996425508400452545</id><published>2008-10-07T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:37:48.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty rest in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SOu5l6VYV4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/HPGi9MqG6Js/s1600-h/2008-09+sports+and+stuff+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254497451223046018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SOu5l6VYV4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/HPGi9MqG6Js/s320/2008-09+sports+and+stuff+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this a hoot?  I was going around doing my last check on all the kids before I climbed into my own bed, and this is how I found Emily.  She was out cold, mask and all!  The sun wasn't going to wake her up!!  When I went in this morning to wake her up, she pulled the mask off and said "oooh..it's so bright in here."  Oh boy.. 5 going on 15!&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/2255717604841651228-996425508400452545?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/996425508400452545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=996425508400452545' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/996425508400452545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/996425508400452545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-rest-in-progress.html' title='Beauty rest in progress'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SOu5l6VYV4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/HPGi9MqG6Js/s72-c/2008-09+sports+and+stuff+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4003090473560007671</id><published>2008-09-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:03:58.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>I guess we didn't know how popular Betty-Sue was going to become!  She's going on the Oprah show!  Yeah for her but she is taping the show on the same day as the event at Poppy's.  &lt;strong&gt;So the date has changed&lt;/strong&gt; if you want to go.  October 2nd, Thursday, at noon and 7 pm she will be doing her thing at Poppy's.  If you want to join me, call Poppy's to get your tickets 480-325-4900.  Its going to be a fun time!  Hope to see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4003090473560007671?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4003090473560007671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4003090473560007671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4003090473560007671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4003090473560007671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2180307695055838648</id><published>2008-09-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:44:08.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention AZ Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember that post of mine a few weeks back about Betty-Sue from The Biggest Loser??  Well I wanted to pass along some info on an event she's doing at my friends store..Poppy's.  She is going to do a be your best self workshop on Sept 30th at noon and again at 7pm.  Tickets are $10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that includes lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So any of you that want to join me for lunch and laughs let me know.  The store is in Mesa not to far from my house and that day only you can get 15% off all home decor stuff, and she's doing a sneak peek of her Christmas decor.  Join me one and all it's going to be so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2180307695055838648?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2180307695055838648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2180307695055838648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2180307695055838648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2180307695055838648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/09/attention-az-friends.html' title='Attention AZ Friends'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3182908051415135859</id><published>2008-09-16T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:52:35.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will she say next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SNCA4A8h9_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/dFp9KUp5nsw/s1600-h/girls+camp+08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SNCA4A8h9_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/dFp9KUp5nsw/s320/girls+camp+08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is 100% all personality! The things that come out of her mouth amaze me. For instance..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls and I were all shopping the other day at the mall.  Emily was in a VERY goofy mood!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strange lady- Oh well Hi to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- what ya doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;- shopping for my daughter.  What are you doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- buying me a bra..  (..she's 5 and no we were not shopping for a bra)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of coarse, Megan and Ashley couldn't contain their laughter and neither could I!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then same shopping trip..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- (talking to a passing stranger)- Hi beautiful..can I buy you a soda?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;- What?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- Laughing..that's what my friend Hannah says (as in Hannah Montana)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E to  every mirror we passed- Hi beautiful..can I buy you a soda?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess she really has no problems talking to herself or others!  I just hope that her and the mirror don't become to good of friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;different trip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were checking out and behind the counter were two cashiers.  One young, one a little older.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- Whats your name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C- Jennifer.  Whats your name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- Emily.  What's your grandmas name? (pointing to the other cashier)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C- Oh, that's not my grandma, she works here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- Oh, I thought she was an old grandma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YIKES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then just today I was picking her up at school for a Dr apt when the her Librarian stop me to tell me what Emily said to her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L- I'm going to read to you this wonderful book, please wait until the end for question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E- in the middle of the story...hand raised not making a peep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L-Yes Emily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E-Your beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L-Well Emily you are now my new favorite student.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's really liking her new found word...beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a darn good thing that I think she is beautiful and I can hardly wait to hear what she'll come up with next.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/2255717604841651228-3182908051415135859?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3182908051415135859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3182908051415135859' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3182908051415135859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3182908051415135859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-will-she-say-next.html' title='What will she say next?'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SNCA4A8h9_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/dFp9KUp5nsw/s72-c/girls+camp+08+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2724035778424694051</id><published>2008-09-07T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:59:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who I met</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SMR5jnNfACI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EGRT1BDoLec/s1600-h/me+and+betty+sue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243449518894022690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SMR5jnNfACI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EGRT1BDoLec/s320/me+and+betty+sue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For any of you that watched last years Biggest Loser you know this is Betty Sue..team pink! Her daughter Ali is the one who won it all. Betty Sue was nice enough to come speak to all the YW in our ward. She was awesome! She had us laughing and crying all at the same time. You know she's a great speaker when you have a group of 50 young girls and they are completely intrigued by every word she said. If any of you are looking for a great activity that will inspire and fully entertain all who are in attendance, you've got to call her. She wants to go on tour to talk to all the women and young women in the church. I have her contact info if your interested. I'm not sure who enjoyed it more, the girls or the leaders! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since several of my friends have requested the info on Betty-Sue, I'll post it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can email her at &lt;a href="mailto:linktopink@gmail.com"&gt;linktopink@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. She lives in Mesa and is in the Las Sendas Stake. She is a hoot to talk to. Also check out her website &lt;a href="http://goteampink.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://goteampink.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  If you have any questions about what we had her talk about let me know.  Tell her I sent you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2724035778424694051?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2724035778424694051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2724035778424694051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2724035778424694051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2724035778424694051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-who-i-met.html' title='Look who I met'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SMR5jnNfACI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EGRT1BDoLec/s72-c/me+and+betty+sue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1278908902680050043</id><published>2008-08-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:28:22.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl overload..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH9kDA1RGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4BbWPMtsYjo/s1600-h/family+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238246637334512738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH9kDA1RGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4BbWPMtsYjo/s320/family+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This last week has been a fun filled week. All of Todd's brothers were in town. We had a mini reunion last weekend up in Prescott with everyone. Talk about girl overload. Poor Shayne only has 2 boy cousins on the Smith side and they are much younger, but he takes it in stride and loves to play with them. We starting the weekend at Links Lake. All the kids went fishing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH_NFWEQdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gOh9aL5WtrI/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238248441846710738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH_NFWEQdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gOh9aL5WtrI/s320/smith+family+reunion+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily gets the prize for most improved. By the end of the day she was no longer casting her line hooking Todd's arm or hat or face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH_NdjoXmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ys71MI_4Ey8/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238248448346054242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH_NdjoXmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ys71MI_4Ey8/s320/smith+family+reunion+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan and her cousin Tessa were two peas in a pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH_N_YfLaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zhohOyzmLyM/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIBSJJygYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Irhulg-56yU/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238250727791559042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIBSJJygYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Irhulg-56yU/s320/smith+family+reunion+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shayne took full enjoyment grossing out his sisters and myself putting on these worms! Todd dared him to eat one.. I guess the price wasn't high enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIB-HNo5AI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NTZxKOkskXY/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238251483185079298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIB-HNo5AI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NTZxKOkskXY/s320/smith+family+reunion+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley was actually the best fisherman! I don't know how I didn't get a picture. She could cast her line farther than just about anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIDKoePhII/AAAAAAAAAUk/jsFqZpahH5o/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238252810855318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIDLZK5BJI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rwPxIEg3LDY/s320/smith+family+reunion+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We rented this little boats to mess around in. The peddle boat made for some great laughs. Todd and Mike peddling against the wind for a good 30 mins was pure joy! Doug opted for the power boat with all the girls, I don't know which one was smarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIEznYe5tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5CHjqDLBcD4/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238254601376818898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLIEznYe5tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5CHjqDLBcD4/s320/smith+family+reunion+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Laura had our turn luggin the girls around... not quite as much joy! Of coarse the wind picked up when it was our turn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time everyone in town! The noise level has gone down a bit. 28 people in one confined space makes for some &lt;em&gt;loud &lt;/em&gt;but&lt;em&gt; great &lt;/em&gt;memories&lt;em&gt;! Thanks Laurie for planning the whole sha-bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2255717604841651228-1278908902680050043?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1278908902680050043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1278908902680050043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1278908902680050043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1278908902680050043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-overload.html' title='Girl overload..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SLH9kDA1RGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4BbWPMtsYjo/s72-c/family+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7483645430597724657</id><published>2008-08-20T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:32:15.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you know your baby is growing up?? She starts doing her own hair! Today, Emily came downstairs all ready for school...outfit and hair created by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi8VxyQ1I/AAAAAAAAATc/XTtdeqdDzPs/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739624246854482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi8VxyQ1I/AAAAAAAAATc/XTtdeqdDzPs/s320/smith+family+reunion+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the twist curl on the side of her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi87wpHZI/AAAAAAAAATk/2bl9S4M82DA/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739634442608018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi87wpHZI/AAAAAAAAATk/2bl9S4M82DA/s320/smith+family+reunion+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her version of Princess Leah without ever seeing the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi9awji-I/AAAAAAAAATs/_b0PGb8407c/s1600-h/smith+family+reunion+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739642763742178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi9awji-I/AAAAAAAAATs/_b0PGb8407c/s320/smith+family+reunion+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even figured out how to use a crocodile clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man I love this girl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7483645430597724657?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7483645430597724657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7483645430597724657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7483645430597724657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7483645430597724657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/08/emily.html' title='Emily'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKyi8VxyQ1I/AAAAAAAAATc/XTtdeqdDzPs/s72-c/smith+family+reunion+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-9155930985959380924</id><published>2008-08-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:05:39.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smarter than a kindergartener?</title><content type='html'>Todd is the CTR 5 teacher... 7 kindergartners all to himself. Todd is such a great interactive teacher. The kids love him. Our Emily is one of the kids in the class so it makes it so much fun for Todd to be in there with her. If you know Todd, you know he is the king of bribery. Each week he has some sort of snack for those little ones. Yesterday the lesson was on following the Holy Ghost's promptings. He took each of the kids and blindfolded them and had another kid whisper into their ear to guide them around the room. Well after all the kids had a turn, Todd decided to blindfold himself and have the kids lead him around. After several minutes of vague directions and a bit of sideline whispering, he took off the blindfold. All the kids were laughing. He looked around to see what was so funny to discover the bag of candy he had brought for the kids was empty! Those sneaky little kids! While his eyes were covered our angel Emily, aka the ringleader, when and unzipped Todd's bag, took the candy and passed it out to all the kids. Todd discovered candy in every ones pockets and of course their mouths were stuffed full!! Too funny. Todd was offically outsmarted by a band of 5 year olds! I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-9155930985959380924?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/9155930985959380924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=9155930985959380924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/9155930985959380924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/9155930985959380924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-smarter-than-kindergartener.html' title='Are you smarter than a kindergartener?'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5220048451018117381</id><published>2008-08-14T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:05:21.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's whats for dinner tonight</title><content type='html'>So all that know me know that I love to cook and bake. Not only do I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;to be in my kitchen, I love to create or warp recipes into my own little creations. I am so inspired by all those food blogs out there. I have my favorites that I visit on a daily basis to help me create my next recipe. Sometimes when I'm looking for dinner ideas, I'm like &lt;em&gt;huh.. &lt;/em&gt;I don't have any of those fancy ingredients! So I've learned how to "dumb" down the recipe to work with my pantry. I really have a secret desire to be in a cooking contest or try to make it on that food channel, maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family loves all things Italian.. pizza, pasta, lasagna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;, you name it, we love it. I have perfected (in my eyes) my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homemade&lt;/span&gt; pizza, even sold a few to some willing friends, and have many go to recipes that we love. So I thought it would be fun to post a tried and true recipes my family loves. Its a "go to" on nights like tonight when we had football, scouts, meetings and had to be done before the Olympics started! So I decided to start little. This is a family favorite.. a simple staple.. it's whats for dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKTngSsyM0I/AAAAAAAAASk/Uo5GgDixbtU/s1600-h/food+bites+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234563208872866626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKTngSsyM0I/AAAAAAAAASk/Uo5GgDixbtU/s320/food+bites+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meatball Subs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 1/2 lbs hamburger&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg onion soup mix&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg sub rolls (I get the fresh ones at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 C Italian sauce (I dress up the traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; brand with a little sugar, cider vinegar, fresh basil and garlic)&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine the hamburger with the dry soup mix, garlic and salt and pepper. Roll into balls. Cook in a 2 in frying pan until brown. Remove from pan and set aside. Pour Italian sauce to pan to pick up drippings. Dress up the sauce with any extras (see above) if you desire. Add meatballs back to pan and let simmer for 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Slice sub rolls (careful not to cut all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;) and lightly butter them and sprinkle with garlic powder. Place rolls under the broiler until bread is slightly browned. Remove from oven and place meatballs onto the garlic bread rolls. Add fresh mozzarella and return to broiler until cheese is melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whip these up next time you don't have much time! My family LOVES them. I'd love to hear some new idea's from all my blog friends. What's on your table &lt;em&gt;tonight&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2255717604841651228-5220048451018117381?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5220048451018117381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5220048451018117381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5220048451018117381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5220048451018117381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-whats-for-dinner-tonight.html' title='It&apos;s whats for dinner tonight'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SKTngSsyM0I/AAAAAAAAASk/Uo5GgDixbtU/s72-c/food+bites+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8342397419216746326</id><published>2008-08-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:30:36.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four in One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SJnFelvRbrI/AAAAAAAAASc/GDh9TnuggHk/s1600-h/2008-2009+school+year+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231429571484675762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SJnFelvRbrI/AAAAAAAAASc/GDh9TnuggHk/s320/2008-2009+school+year+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day has come... all four of my kids are in school! Not to mention the same school. For one year only, they will all attend the same school. I feel like this is my last year of &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;knowing what is going on. Next year its like feeding my son to the sharks. Junior high, are you kidding me.. but for now, Shayne is big man on campus and I'm so glad to have one more year of innocence with him. So since all of my kids are at the school, I guess I lost my mind and decided to be PTSO president! Yikes! Being president does have its perks though. Like my choice of classroom placement for my children, getting my two cents worth (or more) with the Principal, getting any and all info that happens on campus (although most of it I'd rather not know of) and I've got to meet so many great people that I would have otherwise never met. We'll see, I may be a one term president, only time will tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit here, in the dead silence. Emily just left for her 1st day of Kindergarten and the others have been gone since 7:30 this morning. I have so many mixed emotions! I have loved having my whole family home all summer. We even got to have Todd home since he's in between jobs. We've been spoiled rotten having him around so much. Now what? After the cleaning is done and laundry is put away I'm not really sure if I'm going to like this silence! Okay, well for the next week or two I'm not going to complain too much, but for the rest of the year!! I'm finding myself in the next "stage" of life and I'm not sure that I'm ready. Sure this year will be filled with YW stuff and PTSO stuff and really Emily is only gone half of the day, &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;.... time flys by so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was telling Todd that I guess I have to figure out what exactly I want to do with the rest of my life. I've never really thought about it. It's always been my kids, now the scary thing is.. its all me. So I'm trying to figure out.... me... maybe I'll enter a weight lifting contest (totally kidding), or maybe I'll starting playing tennis more, or I've always wanted to go to pastry school, or maybe I'll go back to college, or ... My SIL Carrie, just started cosmetology school, same "new" stage as me, but she was so sure of what she wanted! I just don't know.. Thankfully I have one more year to figure out my future! Good thing, I'm going to need all that the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to the first day of my "new" stage in life and my new found &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8342397419216746326?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8342397419216746326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8342397419216746326' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8342397419216746326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8342397419216746326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-in-one.html' title='Four in One'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SJnFelvRbrI/AAAAAAAAASc/GDh9TnuggHk/s72-c/2008-2009+school+year+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6025145318628359031</id><published>2008-07-13T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:10.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpsGuksOrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/t6gX7K7wqFg/s1600-h/girls+camp+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday MEGAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpsG_oPeHI/AAAAAAAAASE/AcYmX1v95Hk/s1600-h/girls+camp+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222605585304746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpsG_oPeHI/AAAAAAAAASE/AcYmX1v95Hk/s320/girls+camp+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpsHCT3ApI/AAAAAAAAASM/uYvIpXETLl8/s1600-h/girls+camp+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222605586024563346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpsHCT3ApI/AAAAAAAAASM/uYvIpXETLl8/s320/girls+camp+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe she's 9!  Boy how time flys.  This girl of mine is just the right combination of sweet and sassy!  She has a smile to melt your heart, a quick wit to make ya say "huh?", a heart that is almost to big for her little body, the stubbornness of a mule (like her mom), the compassion of angels and the biggest desire to do whats right.  We love you!&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/2255717604841651228-6025145318628359031?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6025145318628359031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6025145318628359031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6025145318628359031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6025145318628359031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/07/nine.html' title='NINE'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpsG_oPeHI/AAAAAAAAASE/AcYmX1v95Hk/s72-c/girls+camp+08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8659245151557844458</id><published>2008-07-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:06:09.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Zw8VTlxk9E&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8659245151557844458?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8659245151557844458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8659245151557844458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8659245151557844458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8659245151557844458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/07/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1987265689432923707</id><published>2008-07-13T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:11.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpo5_6kYKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFPJ_QeAalE/s1600-h/girls+camp+08+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222602063508431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpo5_6kYKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFPJ_QeAalE/s320/girls+camp+08+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just got back from girls camp with this great bunch of girls and leaders.  We had a great the best time.  These girls are so amazing.  We had some late nights, not much sleep, a few bug bits, great stories, lots of laughs and pulled off some sneaky pranks!  Who doesn't love girls camp??  I became a big kid up there.  Thankfully so did all the other leaders!  Now if I can just get those darn camp songs out of my head!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1987265689432923707?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1987265689432923707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1987265689432923707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1987265689432923707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1987265689432923707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SHpo5_6kYKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XFPJ_QeAalE/s72-c/girls+camp+08+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6039779544666731825</id><published>2008-07-03T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SG1AOY9B7vI/AAAAAAAAARk/zXCBJ6o5AVA/s1600-h/random+summer+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898159153049330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SG1AOY9B7vI/AAAAAAAAARk/zXCBJ6o5AVA/s320/random+summer+pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shayne got himself a new job around the house......FINALLY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-6039779544666731825?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6039779544666731825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6039779544666731825' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6039779544666731825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6039779544666731825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/07/wait-is-over.html' title='The wait is over...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SG1AOY9B7vI/AAAAAAAAARk/zXCBJ6o5AVA/s72-c/random+summer+pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4689427885324109907</id><published>2008-06-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:13.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a B...Give me a Y... Give me a U...</title><content type='html'>What's that spell? A fun week at BYU! No, I was never a cheerleader but aren't you impressed with my cheering skills? Last week we took Shayne up to a football camp at BYU. He went with his friend Samuel but ended up knowing several boys from his spring football team. They all stayed in Heritage Halls for the week. I couldn't believe that I was dropping off my son for a week to fend for himself. I have to admit that I got a little choked up when I drove away from the dorms that day. It turns out he had the best time &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;and can't wait to go back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217054593293321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGazgu8RhXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-e776hURX8Y/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGazg3Mws_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/SAOGMtaWYE4/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217054595509957618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGazg3Mws_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/SAOGMtaWYE4/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGazhUjQPJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9idEOqpn9Lk/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217054603388927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGazhUjQPJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9idEOqpn9Lk/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to watch him do drills everyday for a little bit. It was so fun to see him out there showing off his "stuff." He loves football! One of his coaches was the BYU center last year. He also got to meet Bronco Mendenhall, who went over plays and videos with the boys everyday. This was like a dream for him! Hopefully this put a little fire in him to become a better student so that one day he can actually play football at the Y, his &lt;em&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/em&gt; dream of all!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa1ApTuqpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VlM1IylxVWU/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217056241048529554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa1ApTuqpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VlM1IylxVWU/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Shayne had fun on campus and on the field, the girls and I, including my mom had some fun of our own. Thanks to my mom for tagging along while Todd was at home putting a new business plan together! Most of our activities revolved around water (the river) or shopping.. surprise, surprise!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa2NOcxizI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hQti9tEvowo/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057556688636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa2NOcxizI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hQti9tEvowo/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa2NYBEP1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ietRW8ELq3s/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057559256776530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa2NYBEP1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ietRW8ELq3s/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa2N5SkjaI/AAAAAAAAARE/l1VchXzQOnk/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057568188566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa2N5SkjaI/AAAAAAAAARE/l1VchXzQOnk/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The river is just one of the best places in Provo. The water was icy cold, but the girls didn't care one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa3LohmcmI/AAAAAAAAARM/-Ei2H-MXsI0/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217058628840092258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa3LohmcmI/AAAAAAAAARM/-Ei2H-MXsI0/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last day we were in Utah, after picking up Shayne, we headed back up to Bridal Veil Falls. Shayne, Ashley and Samuel hiked up the falls to the top. It took them about an hour to do but it was a great accomplishment. What a great place that holds great memories for me! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa4c58znJI/AAAAAAAAARU/h5MPr0JQzp0/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217060025087007890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa4c58znJI/AAAAAAAAARU/h5MPr0JQzp0/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa4dAULj7I/AAAAAAAAARc/a5VpVj9MnzM/s1600-h/BYU+football+camp+week+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217060026795659186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGa4dAULj7I/AAAAAAAAARc/a5VpVj9MnzM/s320/BYU+football+camp+week+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad my kids enjoyed this beautiful place as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4689427885324109907?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4689427885324109907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4689427885324109907' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4689427885324109907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4689427885324109907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/06/give-me-bgive-me-y-give-me-u.html' title='Give me a B...Give me a Y... Give me a U...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SGazgu8RhXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-e776hURX8Y/s72-c/BYU+football+camp+week+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1175910047029721059</id><published>2008-06-20T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:14.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love the lake. A day on the water is high on our list of things we love to do. Now that Todd is home during the day, we took advantage of the middle of the week lull at the lake. Our kids love to get out and do the tube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_e5yrsYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2ZYRXKeKVXQ/s1600-h/Lake+day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112268730216834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_e5yrsYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2ZYRXKeKVXQ/s320/Lake+day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until..... they took a nose dive! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_fDODPzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7WguUvB_ksM/s1600-h/Lake+day+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112271260925746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_fDODPzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7WguUvB_ksM/s320/Lake+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He feels a need to showboat every time I drive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_feJY1KI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4VqEYWFuYBk/s1600-h/Lake+day+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112278489126050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_feJY1KI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4VqEYWFuYBk/s320/Lake+day+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls don't feel the need for speed like Shayne does, but they had no choice on this ride. We were trying to see which one of our girls could scream the loudest. To tell the truth, they were all screaming and Todd and I were laughing so hard it was too hard to pick a winner.  Not nice, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_f5o1O9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/VVTpynzuX0w/s1600-h/Lake+day+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112285868768210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_f5o1O9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/VVTpynzuX0w/s320/Lake+day+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shayne and I both learned to wakeboard this trip.  Sorry no pictures to prove it.  The photographer was either in the water or driving the boat.  But our arms are sore today as proof!  We had so much fun and can't wait to get out and do it all over again!&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/2255717604841651228-1175910047029721059?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1175910047029721059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1175910047029721059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1175910047029721059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1175910047029721059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/06/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFw_e5yrsYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2ZYRXKeKVXQ/s72-c/Lake+day+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5481880647445742211</id><published>2008-06-15T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:14.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFWaUsnHHqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BEGMvkttQGA/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212241824114482850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFWaUsnHHqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BEGMvkttQGA/s320/Father%27s+Day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, how we love dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sure puts up with a lot around our house! Never in a million years would I have guessed that he'd become a pro at wiping tears, calming drama, dressing Polly's, doing the girls hair (ok well he's not quit at pro at this one, but he does try) playing catch while at the same time having a girl on each leg, watching repeated spontaneous "dance" shows, how he takes to time to teach Shayne the finer points of all sports, the encouragement he gives to Shayne to get moving with his scout advancements (that's a big one) and the list could go on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's always considered himself, a man's man, a sports nut, a tough talking dude.. but we all know and love the part of him that is a sucker for anything Emily asks for, the never-ending piggy back carrier down the stairs each morning, the big giant hugs that he gives each night, the guy who always tries to fix whats broken (before calling Grandpa to see how to really fix it), how much he loves to spend time with the kids, the fact that when I'm not looking he lets the kids have ice cream for breakfast (just as he did as a kid), the stomach he has for putting up with all my new "experimental" recipes and he eats with a smile! What a great guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love EVERYTHING about Dad! So here's to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFWe-go3GrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DRYENkHYmik/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212246940501613234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFWe-go3GrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DRYENkHYmik/s320/Father%27s+Day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley made this life size portrait of Todd.  She spend hours working on this and was so excited to present it on father's day.  Her hard work payed off... Todd loved it!&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/2255717604841651228-5481880647445742211?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5481880647445742211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5481880647445742211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5481880647445742211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5481880647445742211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFWaUsnHHqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BEGMvkttQGA/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1253886057349861308</id><published>2008-06-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:14.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMtu5lHbRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0SWic3_wvOc/s1600-h/summer+fun+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211559477551525138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMtu5lHbRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0SWic3_wvOc/s320/summer+fun+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fast forward a few years (many years)  The girls came downstairs tonight dressed in play wedding dresses!  It kinda scared me silly!  Yeah and Ashley's dress is a bit short!  Todd said it's a good thing he's prepaying for the reception hall.... ya know tithing.  His theory is he's been paying tithing, so a culture hall reception should do.  Too bad for him that he's out numbered and the girls will get to choose!  Seriously...enough of that talk!&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/2255717604841651228-1253886057349861308?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1253886057349861308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1253886057349861308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1253886057349861308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1253886057349861308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/06/yikes.html' title='YIKES'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMtu5lHbRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0SWic3_wvOc/s72-c/summer+fun+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7119097763062150699</id><published>2008-06-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:16.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week we headed back up to Prescott with my friend Allison and her kids for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As always the bikes were in big demand. Not much beats the freedom of the woods on a bike. Megan and her friend Grace explored all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMqU-cJdKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sj7LQTp_LJU/s1600-h/summer+fun+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211555733644604578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMqU-cJdKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sj7LQTp_LJU/s320/summer+fun+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cool do these two 11 year old boys look? I guess when there's only girl bikes to choose from.... they had these two little girl bikes doing power-slides and jumps and even took them down the side of the mountain. Only boys! The best story though.. the boys decided to go for a ride and after 45 mins or so we decided that they must be lost. So Allison and I took off in the golf cart and car trying to track them down. I came across a women who was hiking and asked "if she'd seen two boys on girl bikes riding around?" She asked how old the boys were. When I said 11, she wasn't sure if she should laugh about boys that age on girl bikes or be really concerned that they might be lost. No worries though.. we found them a few minutes later ride along a dirt road heading back to the cabin. They were quit the sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMqLE8X__I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TBSH5jJDx68/s1600-h/summer+fun+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211555563591696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMqLE8X__I/AAAAAAAAAO4/TBSH5jJDx68/s320/summer+fun+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glow sticks! Who doesn't love those??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMp4Z-6tAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jbw2pDdyoT4/s1600-h/summer+fun+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211555242821989378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMp4Z-6tAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jbw2pDdyoT4/s320/summer+fun+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is the life! Emily sitting outside with her gameboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMsXGd1hNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_DGk7bfcarU/s1600-h/summer+fun+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211557969182164178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMsXGd1hNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_DGk7bfcarU/s320/summer+fun+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun to go with great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMsvzkwzDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BcoCDoh8awA/s1600-h/summer+fun+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211558393607670834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMsvzkwzDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BcoCDoh8awA/s320/summer+fun+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7119097763062150699?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7119097763062150699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7119097763062150699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7119097763062150699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7119097763062150699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week-we-headed-back-up-to-prescott.html' title='SUMMER!'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SFMqU-cJdKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sj7LQTp_LJU/s72-c/summer+fun+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3810049363268641632</id><published>2008-05-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:17.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how we love the pines...</title><content type='html'>I love the mountains... It's hard to beat the smell of fresh pines! This weekend we headed north to Prescott for a long weekend. Todd's family has a cabin outside of Prescott that our kids love to go to. It has a little steam, (that actually had water in it this time) that the kids love to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205231260859294434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDyyQNVG4uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IotcD6UaqEg/s320/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I had so much fun watching the kids play in their "fort" that is right across from the cabin, connected to the stream. They love to play in there and spend most of their time hidden away having fun. As much as I love the mountains, I love even more that all of our attention is focused on playing outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205232321716216562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDyzN9VG4vI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mYT2D16AxJQ/s320/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls loved playing badminton. Most of our time was spent playing baseball, seeing who could hit ball the farthest down the road. Megan became quit the baseball player. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDyyQNVG4uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IotcD6UaqEg/s1600-h/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy0nNVG4wI/AAAAAAAAAMs/auPtHP1itmo/s1600-h/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy1CtVG4xI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T0iJnKyy4ko/s1600-h/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205234327465943826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy1CtVG4xI/AAAAAAAAAM0/T0iJnKyy4ko/s320/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shayne kept busy, using his Scouting skills.  We brought him a new knife from Italy that he put to good use.  He whittled his way thru several branches!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy5OdVG4zI/AAAAAAAAANE/tCYtFeDEMH0/s1600-h/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238927375917874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy5OdVG4zI/AAAAAAAAANE/tCYtFeDEMH0/s320/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We keep our golf-cart at the cabin so the kids love to take rides.. this weekend we wish we had warmer clothes with us! We had soooo much fun, frozen fingers and all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy3A9VG4yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NQLbQwZx74Q/s1600-h/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205236496424428322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDy3A9VG4yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NQLbQwZx74Q/s320/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-3810049363268641632?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3810049363268641632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3810049363268641632' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3810049363268641632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3810049363268641632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-how-we-love-pines.html' title='Oh how we love the pines...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDyyQNVG4uI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IotcD6UaqEg/s72-c/Memorial+Weekend+in+Prescott+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1121376604120877342</id><published>2008-05-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:18.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools out for the summer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hardly believe it's summer time! Typically when we think of an Arizona summer, we think of sunny &amp;amp; hot. Well, mother nature treated us to a great first day of summer break! RAIN and WIND! So what do you do when it's raining outside??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soccer at the park with friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYo_NVG4lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fQa_JCafuUs/s1600-h/Summer+break+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203391485848248914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYo_NVG4lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fQa_JCafuUs/s320/Summer+break+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rain clothes??? What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYpldVG4mI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-a6abLUdvh0/s1600-h/Summer+break+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203392142978245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYpldVG4mI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-a6abLUdvh0/s320/Summer+break+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who needs a slip-n-slide when we have a tramp out back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYqBNVG4nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nZMoEdsxImo/s1600-h/Summer+break+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203392619719615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYqBNVG4nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nZMoEdsxImo/s320/Summer+break+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And the winner for being the most soaked goes to.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYqaNVG4oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SDcNZ_9Zqx0/s1600-h/Summer+break+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203393049216344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYqaNVG4oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SDcNZ_9Zqx0/s320/Summer+break+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;EMILY&lt;/span&gt; (surprise surprise) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You'll notice that Ashley isn't in around for any pictures.. she spent her first day of break at a friends house, far away from the rain. Soon the rain will be gone and the heat will rule, but for now we are livin it up while we can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1121376604120877342?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1121376604120877342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1121376604120877342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1121376604120877342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1121376604120877342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='Schools out for the summer....'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDYo_NVG4lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fQa_JCafuUs/s72-c/Summer+break+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5106437005913128129</id><published>2008-05-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:18.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say it isn't so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDItg3FIJQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/no9-zksz7z0/s1600-h/End+of+school+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDItg3FIJQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/no9-zksz7z0/s320/End+of+school+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202270562130863362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bitter sweet day, my little Emily is officially done with preschool. (She's here with her bestest friend, Audrey) That means I'm done with yet another stage of life. &lt;em&gt;Where&lt;/em&gt; does the time go?? I can remember like it was yesterday, wishing my kids would &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; sleep thru the night, then it was if they would &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; entertain themselves for a few minutes. Now...I sit here in the silence hearing in the distance my children &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; doing those things that I once wished for. I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; want to halt the growth, freeze the time, beg for another day of them needing me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember holding Emily as a newborn, both of us crying for hours on end. I wanted &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; badly for it to end. I wanted her to get bigger and stop crying.  I remember my Grandma telling me "&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; try to enjoy it, this time will end too soon." I thought yeah right! Now look, she was right. I wish I would have sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the ride a little more instead of wish for the next stage in life. I guess the saying is true...Time is slow when living in it, but way to fast when looking back upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today a bid farewell to preschool forever... another one of my babies, spreading her wings, ready to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5106437005913128129?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5106437005913128129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5106437005913128129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5106437005913128129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5106437005913128129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-say-it-isnt-so.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Just&lt;/em&gt; say it isn&apos;t so...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SDItg3FIJQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/no9-zksz7z0/s72-c/End+of+school+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1352864482936730960</id><published>2008-05-11T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:18.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So we made it home a day late...but I'll get there in a second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final day of our trip was filled with gondola rides, walking tours, spaghetti, and shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCdpfXFIJPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qSk7DHCqef4/s1600-h/Venice+day+2+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCdpfXFIJPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qSk7DHCqef4/s320/Venice+day+2+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199240282314908914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few facts we learned about Venice..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lot's of people in a very small confined space&lt;br /&gt;2. Over priced. &lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone smokes&lt;br /&gt;4. Fish and pasta are more abundant than pizza. (southern Italy where Todd served his mission was filled with pizza shops, not the case here)&lt;br /&gt;5. Water and Coke are not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;6. Internet? They haven't quit got to that yet&lt;br /&gt;7. The sunset is the best, seen from the Grand Canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as though it was our last day, we spend time getting "stuff" for the kids. That night when we finally got to call home (the 9 hour time difference really messes everything up) we heard that my poor mom, our babysitter Jessi and my friend Allison were all dealing with throw-up..from 3 of my 4 children!! They got sick Tuesday night and it continued on and off all week. My heart sunk and I wanted to get home, especially after hearing my kids on the phone, sad voices and tears. We felt horrible for all parties involved. First, Jessi is a BYU student, no kids, and she had to clean up so much puke I felt horrible. Then Allison, has 5 kids of her own and then was picking my sick kids up from school and trying to keep Emily (the only one healthy) so that she didn't get sick, oh my gosh I felt bad. Finally my mom, well she's a grandma I knew she could handle it, but then I heard that Shayne had a band concert that she took the kids to, thinking all was well, and Ashley got sick in the middle of the concert and almost made it to the bathroom. Yikes!! I owe so many people, so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we asked for a wake-up call bright and early (5 am)along with a water taxi to take us to the train station to start our journey home. Well, 5:45 I heard a banging on our door. I stumbled to the door, thinking the place was on fire, and an angry Italian man stood at the door yelling at me, in broken English, that he'd been calling us for 45 mins and we never answered the phone (among other things that I couldn't understand) and that our taxi was waiting for us. Luckily we had packed the night before, so we threw on some clothes and headed downstairs to the awaiting water taxi. Our train didn't leave until 6:30 so we were still doing ok, late wake up and all. Upon arriving at the train station, we realized that we'd forgotten our backpack that had our passports in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An so our Amazing Race began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd ran back to the taxi and asked if he'd take him back to the hotel quickly. Well in Italy, nothing is quick! I stood at the train station with all our bags waiting for Todd, not knowing when he'd get back. We missed the first train...missed the second train.... we had one train left that would give us enough time to still make our other connections. (we were taking a train to Milan, flying to London and then home all in the same day) Then our world came to a HALT! THe Italian transportation industry went on STRIKE! Yeah that's right, no taxis, no trains, no planes, no NOTHING! A 4 hour strike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself to be an avid watcher of the Amazing Race, I know the tricks they use to get on planes, trains etc... well I've decided that people are much nicer if they have a camera crew filming their every move, because they could care less that we HAD to get home and would not put us on another train!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to not drag this out any further....hours later we caught a train (we had to kinda sneak on, that's another story) we're yelled at by every Italian British Airline member that could find us, and finally got a flight to London late Friday night (the same time we should have been flying over the Atlantic) We stayed the night in a little, and I mean little hotel, no bigger than my bathroom Friday night and hoped to get on a flight the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 8 days of galabanting and 2 days of trying to get home, we made it home Saturday night. The flight was no piece of cake. 10 hours of flying.. 2 1/2 of those hours with with planes air conditioning out, and all 10 hours with Todd being air sick, and he was in the middle seat. I knew it was bad when he jumped up and when he finally returned to his seat, he was holding a bag, a coke, some rolls and had sweat all over him. Lucky guy sitting with us right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're HOME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1352864482936730960?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1352864482936730960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1352864482936730960' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1352864482936730960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1352864482936730960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/amazing-race.html' title='The Amazing Race..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCdpfXFIJPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qSk7DHCqef4/s72-c/Venice+day+2+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-8679367942631168424</id><published>2008-05-08T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:19.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venice..</title><content type='html'>We survived our long 7 hour train ride from Vennia, it actually wasn't bad at all.  The train wasn't full so we didn't have anyone even sitting around us until one of the last stops.  Between the beautiful Swiss Alps to view, a nap and books to trip was a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Venice and found an Italian holding a sign reading SMITH so we approached her and found out see was our ride to the hotel.  Looks like our travel agent thought we should arrive in Venice in style, so she arranged for a private water taxi.  We had the boat to ourselves, with our own guide and the Grand Canal all around us.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCLvVrHmo5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OGGJnnFVeLs/s1600-h/arrival-private+water+taxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCLvVrHmo5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OGGJnnFVeLs/s320/arrival-private+water+taxi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197980075569882002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel sits just off of St. Marks square.  I remember seeing pictures of people wih pigeons all around at this square.  The pigeons were not in shortage!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCLxyrHmo6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2ws7_wxJyhc/s1600-h/Venice+day+1+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCLxyrHmo6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2ws7_wxJyhc/s320/Venice+day+1+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197982772809343906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-8679367942631168424?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/8679367942631168424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=8679367942631168424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8679367942631168424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/8679367942631168424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/venice.html' title='Venice..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCLvVrHmo5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/OGGJnnFVeLs/s72-c/arrival-private+water+taxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-5089747873623916827</id><published>2008-05-06T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:20.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Kiss Vienna Goodbye..</title><content type='html'>Our final day in Vienna was fun!  We didn't take a bike tour (Todd's back and the European bed aren't agreeing) but we did take the last of our bus tour.  We got to drive over the Danube River&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCpwePbH7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YFPgIoTnqk0/s1600-h/Danube+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCpwePbH7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YFPgIoTnqk0/s200/Danube+River.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197340620202123186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and found another ferris wheel, there is NO way I was going on this creaking old thing!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCotOPbH6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Oc398hbGY18/s1600-h/Vienna+Ferris+Wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCotOPbH6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Oc398hbGY18/s320/Vienna+Ferris+Wheel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197339464855920546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a great palace, Belvedere. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCkauPbH3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/5PJz_zQGylY/s1600-h/T%26M+ouside+Belvedere+palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCkauPbH3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/5PJz_zQGylY/s320/T%26M+ouside+Belvedere+palace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197334748981829490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw orignal paintings of Monet and Von Gogt while escaping the rain. 3 floors of paintings!  I guess I've never really appreicated fine art before, I may need to attend a few art masterpiece classes with my kids next year!  It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCClyePbH4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NwBMK9Ffq5g/s1600-h/Mendy-Belvedere+gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCClyePbH4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NwBMK9Ffq5g/s320/Mendy-Belvedere+gardens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197336256515350402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gardens were perfectly manicured.  We had a beautiful view of Vienna from the palace. We didn't want to wait for our tour bus to come back so we thought we'd take a walk back to the city center, it didn't look very far.  Well, it's a good thing that we were both wearing our walking shoes!  We had NO idea where we were!  Good thing that I had 2 maps and a map reader with me!!! 2 1/2 hours later, we found a familiar street.  Mr. Map Man, doesn't need directions ya know.  Needless to say...our feet hurt!  We did see some streets and little old markets that we would have never seen otherwise, thanks Todd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCqNePbH8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/5YM7gQNbke8/s1600-h/Todd-Vienna+gelato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCqNePbH8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/5YM7gQNbke8/s320/Todd-Vienna+gelato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197341118418329538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last stop in Vienna was at a gelato shop.  We thought we'd better see which Country has the best gelato.  London was good...but Vienna puts London to shame!  I will never bother going to a gelato shop at home ever again!  The gelato at home tastes like dirt compared to here, and we haven't even gotten to Italy yet!  We'll cast our final vote after the trip is over.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave bright and early to catch our 7 hour train ride to Venice.  I can hardly wait to hear Todd talk to all the Italians!  We will finally be able to find a bathroom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-5089747873623916827?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/5089747873623916827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=5089747873623916827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5089747873623916827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/5089747873623916827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-kiss-vienna-goodbye.html' title='We Kiss Vienna Goodbye..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SCCpwePbH7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YFPgIoTnqk0/s72-c/Danube+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7695470567443970690</id><published>2008-05-05T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:21.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vienna'/><title type='text'>Vienna...</title><content type='html'>Today was a cloudy, rainy day.  We got to do quit a bit in between rain showers.  Emily wanted us to take pictures of what we ate while we were gone..so this post is for you Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9ITuPbHwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BuxVunkrCis/s1600-h/frankfurter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9ITuPbHwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BuxVunkrCis/s320/frankfurter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196951998676279042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy ordered a Frankfurter for dinner, thinking it would be a great sausage..it came in a pot of boiling water, with a round bun and a cup of horseradish, for dipping.  Not exactly what he imagined! I told him it looked like an expensive Oscar Myer Weiner to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9JO-PbHxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e_OxtCwmmwo/s1600-h/strudle-apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9JO-PbHxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e_OxtCwmmwo/s320/strudle-apple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196953016583528210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For breakfast we found a little cafe and each had the best apple strudel that we've ever had.  We got to eat outside at a little picnic area. We were the only ones not drinking beer or smoking.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9KB-PbHyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yivUb0FpFiE/s1600-h/crosissant+snack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9KB-PbHyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yivUb0FpFiE/s320/crosissant+snack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196953892756856610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the rain was coming down, we took shelter in a small cafe for a snack. Dad had a chocolate filled crosissant, I had a regular one.  A funny thing happened to us there... We asked to use the bathroom, although they don't call it that, so dad went first.  He came to 2 different doors.  One labled with a D, the other with a H.  He wasn't sure which to go into so he guessed that maybe D stood for "dude".  When he came back he told me which door he went into.  I then left and thought I'd better go into the other door.  Well turns out that D doesn't stand for "dude" after all.  I went thru the door marked H and found a free standing urinal, and that's it!  Thankfully nobody was in there, so I quickly went into the other door.  I returned to the table to let dad know that d definatly does not stand for "dude" and he's lucky that no damsel walked in on him!&lt;br /&gt;Back to the food.. You'll never guess what restaurant we found..TGIFridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9MuePbHzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RnGn1JNjDdE/s1600-h/mendy+TGIfridays+vienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9MuePbHzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RnGn1JNjDdE/s320/mendy+TGIfridays+vienna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956856284290866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It just wasn't he same Megan.  The honey mustard was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did do some other things today like..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9Ns-PbH0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/iIeEyhruyAA/s1600-h/mendy+with+pigeons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9Ns-PbH0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/iIeEyhruyAA/s320/mendy+with+pigeons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957930026114882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sat with some pigeons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9OFuPbH1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Yjmz6y7X5I4/s1600-h/todd-the+well+is+fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9OFuPbH1I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Yjmz6y7X5I4/s320/todd-the+well+is+fake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958355227877202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; found a fake well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9OeuPbH2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0ruihIvWDU0/s1600-h/mendy+photo+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9OeuPbH2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0ruihIvWDU0/s320/mendy+photo+pix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958784724606818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posed by an awesome fountain (yeah I'm not sure why I was getting so comforable there)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and took a bus tour to avoid the rain. (sorry, too rainy to get the camera back out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, depending on the weather, we are doing a bike tour...stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, so spell check doesn't work here, its late and my personal spell checker is asleep, so sorry to you English majors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.- mom, I can recieve your emails but it won't let me respond...but thanks for your notes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7695470567443970690?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7695470567443970690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7695470567443970690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7695470567443970690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7695470567443970690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/vienna.html' title='Vienna...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB9ITuPbHwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BuxVunkrCis/s72-c/frankfurter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7472923122458280325</id><published>2008-05-04T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:22.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vienna'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Things I Miss....</title><content type='html'>1. My kids (man I miss them bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ice/Cold water (everything is either room temp or served with 1 piece of ice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fresh air (smoke free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who like Americans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made it to Vienna.  We had a very warm welcome into the country by a nice taxi counter worker....when after ordering our taxi in more sign language than words, she told me in a very direct way, that maybe I should learn the language if I wanted to come to her country.  Very kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our first European rain storm, while driving to our hotel, we found that we may not all speak the same, but we all can communicate with the universal "bird".  Our taxi driver loved to exercise this right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we wondered down a few blocks to Stephansplatz.  I think all the hustle and bustle of Vienna must happen here.  We watch several street performers. Break dancing must still be cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB4G5-PbHtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gKZvvG32fT4/s1600-h/Vienna+day+1+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB4G5-PbHtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gKZvvG32fT4/s320/Vienna+day+1+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196598613062131410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found a one man band that would make the guy on Mary Poppins proud.  Todd thought he'd tip the guy..too bad he didn't convert his currency fast enough..the guy was good, but not as good as Todd tipped him!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB4HLuPbHuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KwFRpO1TLnU/s1600-h/Vienna+day+1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB4HLuPbHuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KwFRpO1TLnU/s320/Vienna+day+1+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196598918004809442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7472923122458280325?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7472923122458280325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7472923122458280325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7472923122458280325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7472923122458280325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-5-things-i-miss.html' title='Top 5 Things I Miss....'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SB4G5-PbHtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gKZvvG32fT4/s72-c/Vienna+day+1+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-4355731698788263703</id><published>2008-05-03T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:22.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Day Two</title><content type='html'>We had a bit of a late start to our Saturday. Today we were going to catch a train to Manchester, to see a football match. We found out late last night that the our plan wasn’t going to work out. The train that would take us there would leave early, no big, but it would be a 4 ½ hour ride. That would have been bearable, but the returning train left before the match would be over, leaving us without our prepaid hotel in London. SO… plan B. I guess you could say that we sleep in a little. 11:30am London time, but really our bodies are still in AZ so it was only 3:30am there! We got woken up by housekeeping trying to get into our flat to clean it. Turns out, that we woke up just in time to watch the Manchester match on TV. We both wish we were there, I guess we’ll have to come back!&lt;br /&gt;Today we took a double decker tour bus. We went all over London. This is the London Bridge..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy98ePbHpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sSVWVTNTZZg/s1600-h/London+mayl+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy98ePbHpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sSVWVTNTZZg/s200/London+mayl+2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196236916686266002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Eye.. we went on this yesterday!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy-P-PbHqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cVJMMgl2lws/s1600-h/London+mayl+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy-P-PbHqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cVJMMgl2lws/s200/London+mayl+2008+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196237251693715106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and the Queen in front of Kensington Palace. Princess Diana lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy-g-PbHrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F9ytrx_GF9U/s1600-h/London+mayl+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy-g-PbHrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F9ytrx_GF9U/s320/London+mayl+2008+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196237543751491250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we found this little place that was kinda like the UK version of In &amp; Out. The little ketchup dispensers cracked us up. They look like something from Emily’s play food!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy-t-PbHsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VyxX1kiBASI/s1600-h/London+mayl+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy-t-PbHsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VyxX1kiBASI/s320/London+mayl+2008+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196237767089790658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are headed to Austria! A new adventure awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-4355731698788263703?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/4355731698788263703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=4355731698788263703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4355731698788263703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/4355731698788263703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/london-day-two.html' title='London Day Two'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBy98ePbHpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sSVWVTNTZZg/s72-c/London+mayl+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1312233706554686558</id><published>2008-05-02T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:23.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBuK0OPbHnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qqxV3ar1sEY/s1600-h/London+April+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBuK0OPbHnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qqxV3ar1sEY/s320/London+April+2008+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195899224882617970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from London! After a long 10 hour flight, having our bags come off last on the round and a crazy taxi ride, we made it to our hotel. Our hotel overlooks the river Thames. We are directly across from the London Eye, the very large ferris wheel. I faced my fear of the horrifying ferris wheel today and took a ride on the Eye. It’s about a 30 min ride all the way around with a top height of 420 ft. The view was incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBuK_-PbHoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OUBuZ-ANB7w/s1600-h/London+April+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBuK_-PbHoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OUBuZ-ANB7w/s320/London+April+2008+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195899426746080898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we walked all around the city and ended up in a side alley and found this “hole” pizza joint. Yummy is about all I can say. I know that we were suppose to wait until we got to Italy for pizza but…. we were really hungry! Tomorrow we will hunt down some fish and chips. &lt;br /&gt;We’ve been planning to go to the Manchester United match tomorrow but we are being told that it a 4 hour train ride and that trip would eat up our last day in London. We may still go, we’re working out the details with the concierge.&lt;br /&gt;This jet lag is really messing with our bodies. We tried to sleep most of the time on the plane but that’s always hard. Right now it’s already 11:00 pm and my kids aren’t even out of school yet! It’s crazy that losing 8 hours makes that much of a difference. We are having a great time exploring this awesome city. I’ve never seen so many people smoke and drink on such narrow streets in my life. Todd said, “just wait for Italy”. &lt;br /&gt;I know that we had only been gone for 24 hours but we really miss you Shayne, Megan, Ashley and Emily!! Be good. Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-1312233706554686558?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1312233706554686558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1312233706554686558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1312233706554686558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1312233706554686558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-london.html' title='Hello London'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBuK0OPbHnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qqxV3ar1sEY/s72-c/London+April+2008+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2041235760346119695</id><published>2008-04-29T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:24.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfJuuPbHkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZP8-AVQa_hs/s1600-h/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfJuuPbHkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZP8-AVQa_hs/s200/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194842499719044674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go? Our little baby is now 5! It seems like just yesterday that she was trying to enter this life, arm first! I can't believe that next year she will be in kindergarten. It seems like when you have a house full of babies, we're ready for them to hurry up and grow...now I wish I could pause time and live in this moment for just a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfLM-PbHlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZFo0yWYI4pc/s1600-h/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfLM-PbHlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZFo0yWYI4pc/s200/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194844118921715282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily and I got to spend her birthday with Grandma Bentz today. It's always a treat when Grandma comes. We got to go eat a Emily's favorite lunch spot...Chick-Fil-A and then went to pick out her birthday cupcakes for preschool. If only everyday was so laid back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my kids get to see their Grandparents so often and know them. I never had that, we saw my Grandparents maybe once a year. We are so lucky to live within driving distance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfMiePbHmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2RM4gJgFL8/s1600-h/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfMiePbHmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O2RM4gJgFL8/s200/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194845587800530530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been such a great day. Happy Birthday Emily! You will always be my baby!  Also a special shout- out to my brother Jason who Emily shares this special day with...Happy Birthday Bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2041235760346119695?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2041235760346119695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2041235760346119695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2041235760346119695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2041235760346119695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-emily.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Emily&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBfJuuPbHkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZP8-AVQa_hs/s72-c/Emily%27s+5th+Birthday+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-2523956929217504728</id><published>2008-04-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:24.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S Is For Strawberry...</title><content type='html'>Today I dug deep and found my inner "Molly Homemaker"... We started our mission yesterday with a trip to the store and found our family fav.. strawberries were on sale! In our house that means only one thing... homemade JAM! Emily decided that since she was the only one home with me, she would get to be my helper. Emily had a great time helping me get our jars ready for canning, and by that I mean, splashing hot, boiling water on my foot. Yeah ouch! Then her next task, that she loved was mashing up all of the cut berries. She did a great job keeping most of the berry juice in the bowl. I love that she loves to help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBDzouPbHcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8j3xXHq9t6w/s1600-h/April+fun+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBDzouPbHcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8j3xXHq9t6w/s320/April+fun+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192918251291221442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after several hours we now get to enjoy the fruits (no pun intended)of our labor for the next few months. Yummy! The rest of our family will be very happy in the morning, because nothing is better than fresh jam!  Well unless you have homemade bread...maybe tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBDzGePbHbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5l8oUmm0WeA/s1600-h/April+fun+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBDzGePbHbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5l8oUmm0WeA/s320/April+fun+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192917662880701874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-2523956929217504728?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/2523956929217504728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=2523956929217504728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2523956929217504728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/2523956929217504728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-is-for-strawberry.html' title='S Is For Strawberry...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBDzouPbHcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8j3xXHq9t6w/s72-c/April+fun+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-7625044309235259383</id><published>2008-04-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:25.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Sundays...</title><content type='html'>I don't know about your house, but at our house Sunday is a LONG day! Yeah, its suppose to be the day of rest, and yeah we could go for long drives or walks or even better, play board games all day long but on our Sunday.. when boredom has set in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD5yOPbHgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KpoJkAvwLt4/s1600-h/April+fun+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD5yOPbHgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KpoJkAvwLt4/s200/April+fun+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192925011569745410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD6FuPbHhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAQsr2L_O8I/s1600-h/April+fun+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD6FuPbHhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAQsr2L_O8I/s200/April+fun+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192925346577194514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's time for some good old fashion dress up! The&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD7dOPbHiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8482IX3rgsg/s1600-h/April+fun+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD7dOPbHiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8482IX3rgsg/s200/April+fun+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192926849815748130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls had so much fun with their bucket of dress up, courtesy of Grandma Bentz.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD75uPbHjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XJHM7vqSxUM/s1600-h/April+fun+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD75uPbHjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XJHM7vqSxUM/s200/April+fun+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192927339442019890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You'll notice that Shayne and Todd are no where to be found...must have been nap time or a good soccer game on! What do you do at your house to fight off the Sunday humdrum??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-7625044309235259383?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/7625044309235259383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=7625044309235259383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7625044309235259383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/7625044309235259383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-sundays.html' title='Long Sundays...'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SBD5yOPbHgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KpoJkAvwLt4/s72-c/April+fun+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-1260468337245391394</id><published>2008-04-12T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:26.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes things don't always go as planned..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was a fun filled weekend with lots of Diamondback action. We had tickets to both Friday and Saturday's games. Fun right? Well, when Todd bought the tickets he was thinking that he and Shayne and some buddies would have a great time all weekend. Well... sometimes things don't work out just right for him. The girls had other plans for their dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Daddy/Daughter dance at school....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188501399720010738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SAFCiH7to_I/AAAAAAAAACo/tke7qrfyQ5U/s200/DBack+weekend+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's right, Todd was the lucky dad who got to take all 3 girls to a dance instead of going to the game.  They had a good time shakin their stuff and Todd was glad the dance was only an hour.  He's not a big dancer ya know.  Nevertheless, he went like a good dad because his girls were sooooo excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got to go to the D-Backs game on Friday night with Shayne and two of his friends. We had a great time and even got on to the new HD big screen! The boys went wild, waving their shirts and going crazy because they are now famous!!!  All three boys are &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; Eric Byrnes fan's.  They yelled, they screamed, they chanted, they went wild everytime he did anything note worthy.  They were cracking me up!  They knew every stat of every player, they tryed to predict what every batter would do, they even tryed to "distract" the first baseman so that he'd drop the ball.  Boys and baseball... two peas in a pod!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188502305958110210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SAFDW37tpAI/AAAAAAAAACw/8AWb2hbz1KU/s200/DBack+weekend+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember those Saturday tickets??? Well as luck would have it, the game was the Fox game of the week and ended up being a day game. It just so happened that Shayne's football game, that Todd coaches, started at the same time. Bummer for him again! So this time, I got to take Megan, Ashley and her friend McKinley with me. As luck would have it, we made it on the big screen again. Megan proclaimed "This is my dream come true! I alway's wanted to be famous." Our seats were directly in the sun, so it was fun until the ice cream was gone and then so were we. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188505338205021202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SAFGHX7tpBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tAA8HGxPm6s/s200/DBack+weekend+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny the difference between the girls and Shayne. Shayne would stay until the bitter end, sunburned and all and then would want to stay until he got to see Eric Byrnes drive away, hoping for an autograph. The girls, wanted the free give away, ice cream, a visit to the team shop and then they were done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had so much fun going to two games, back to back!  Who doesn't love the sights, sounds and smells of the ballpark?  Got to love it!  Go D-Backs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SAFB2n7to-I/AAAAAAAAACg/xk506-S49kE/s1600-h/DBack+weekend+003.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/2255717604841651228-1260468337245391394?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/1260468337245391394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=1260468337245391394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1260468337245391394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/1260468337245391394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-things-dont-always-go-as.html' title='Sometimes things don&apos;t always go as planned..'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/SAFCiH7to_I/AAAAAAAAACo/tke7qrfyQ5U/s72-c/DBack+weekend+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-3049017317104601836</id><published>2008-04-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:40:26.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/R_b_TRIr3JI/AAAAAAAAACY/Adr_sHwNfu8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+b-day+and+Prescott+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185612727446133906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/R_b_TRIr3JI/AAAAAAAAACY/Adr_sHwNfu8/s200/Mom%27s+b-day+and+Prescott+011.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tonight Ashley experienced he first heartbreak. Her hamster "Princess" died. After Ashley left for school today I was doing my normal rounds in the kids room when I smelt something gross. Upon closer inspection, I found the poor little thing. I have to admit that I was never a big fan of small creeping animals, still not a big fan, but my heart broke that Ashley's little pet that she spent her Christmas money on, was now no longer. After a quick call to Todd, I had to leave the room. So tonight I took the kids out for ice cream while Todd had the unenviable job of "burying" Princess. When we returned home Todd broke the news to her. She sobbed and it killed me to watch her. We tried to assure her that Princess is in great hands in "hamster heaven" but for now that wasn't enough. We carried her sad body up the stairs where she found her other hamster "Puff" running on the wheel, happy and healthy. Thankfully she and Todd had decided to buy 2 hamsters at the same time so that they could play while she was at school. Good thinking Todd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is our second attempted at having a pet. Our first pet was Shayne's. A beautiful white Lab named Bronco. He was a very over active puppy. Shayne and Emily and I loved him but the other girls wouldn't go outside with him out there. So we had the heart wrenching decision to have a dog or let the girls have their backyard back. Needless to say, the humans won. We found a great home for him where I'm sure he is running happy. That was our first experience with pet heartache, it wasn't any easier today watching Ashley.&lt;/span&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="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank goodness we can ask for comfort for all things in our lives, no matter how large or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-3049017317104601836?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/3049017317104601836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=3049017317104601836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3049017317104601836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/3049017317104601836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-day.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/R_b_TRIr3JI/AAAAAAAAACY/Adr_sHwNfu8/s72-c/Mom%27s+b-day+and+Prescott+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255717604841651228.post-6005705806089737182</id><published>2008-04-03T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:21:33.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis anyone?</title><content type='html'>I love tennis.  I love the feel of returning a serve right down the line hit with full power. I love to run after a base line shot to lob it over my head and still getting it in.  I love to have dirty tennis ball hands (and I hate to be dirty).  I love to play with great friends. I love the tennis "trash talk" that would only happen on the court.  I love to frustrated my opponent with a good shot.  I love the sound the ball makes when it hits the "sweet" spot of my raquet.  I love to have fun and of course, I love to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to play with my friend JoAnna.  We haven't played together for maybe a year or more.  We had so much fun.  Today we got a good lesson is sportsmanship, of lack of, from our opponents.  We had the F bomb dropped our way (not by us, thank you), we had a raquet thrown our way and to top it off, I had a ball hit directly at my face after the point was over.  Luckily I got part of my raquet up and the brim of my vissor deflected the ball enough that I didn't have a "Marsha Marsha Marsha" moment!  But in the end, none of it really matters because we had fun, neither one of us broke anything, and the icing on the cake..... we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya got to love a good game of tennis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2255717604841651228-6005705806089737182?l=smithnithome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/feeds/6005705806089737182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2255717604841651228&amp;postID=6005705806089737182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6005705806089737182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2255717604841651228/posts/default/6005705806089737182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithnithome.blogspot.com/2008/04/tennis-anyone.html' title='Tennis anyone?'/><author><name>Mendy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oLSf34SKKfQ/Sa17lcp5nKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/LgddC0yOaSQ/S220/2edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
