<?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-3664196838319003071</id><updated>2012-01-09T12:06:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roses...Mike and Angela</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6652690097478264783</id><published>2012-01-03T21:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:10:32.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwRqLPXMegk/TwPdHOdJyRI/AAAAAAAADwE/N8bScv0gtdA/s1600/P1020950.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E60W9GUZuG8/TwPdFiD09HI/AAAAAAAADvU/q4cPR2S5QqY/s400/P1020941%2Bcrop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637441038382194" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;Today was Colton's first day of preschool. And, I am happy to say that it was a smashing success!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colton is going to go to preschool 2 days a week for 2 1/2 hours. He is in a "turning 3" class, with 7 kids, 2 teachers (plus the aide that will go with him). Perfect. He is going to preschool primarily for the social aspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made Colton a &lt;a href="http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/preparation.html"&gt;transition book/social story&lt;/a&gt; about preschool...and he has been asking "wanna go to school" ever since. We went in early today to get him used to the class and meet the teachers, and then I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;No tears&lt;/b&gt; (on Colton's end or my end). And, when we were driving home, Colton told me "Want to go to school again." Perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures to document :) The pictures are terrible, but they do the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrHK6G3r7r0/TwPdGTEWRoI/AAAAAAAADvs/abBgObTb7V4/s1600/P1020942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WrHK6G3r7r0/TwPdGTEWRoI/AAAAAAAADvs/abBgObTb7V4/s400/P1020942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637454193903234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_waweW3tWw/TwPdF6ESEOI/AAAAAAAADvg/KGC01QGdeBM/s1600/P1020943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_waweW3tWw/TwPdF6ESEOI/AAAAAAAADvg/KGC01QGdeBM/s400/P1020943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637447482740962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah...Colton isn't really into the whole art thing :) haha. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E60W9GUZuG8/TwPdFiD09HI/AAAAAAAADvU/q4cPR2S5QqY/s1600/P1020941%2Bcrop.JPG"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22xnVlrY37Y/TwPdG8xy9mI/AAAAAAAADv4/WQ9L45e4q6g/s400/P1020946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637465390380642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;And...it snowed for the first time. So, Colton and I made snowmen. Colton looked at one, turned to me and said, "Kinda looks like Colton. Snowman kinda looks like me." haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwRqLPXMegk/TwPdHOdJyRI/AAAAAAAADwE/N8bScv0gtdA/s400/P1020950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637470135634194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6652690097478264783?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6652690097478264783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6652690097478264783' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6652690097478264783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6652690097478264783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E60W9GUZuG8/TwPdFiD09HI/AAAAAAAADvU/q4cPR2S5QqY/s72-c/P1020941%2Bcrop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3324069833309402613</id><published>2011-12-12T18:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:23:16.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melts my heart</title><content type='html'>This little guy just melts my heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a video of Colton "singing" his nightly songs with me. He is all of a sudden loving learning new songs and even starting to try and sing notes. It's probably my most favorite thing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cr2dy-2t8Vc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3324069833309402613?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3324069833309402613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3324069833309402613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3324069833309402613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3324069833309402613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/melts-my-heart.html' title='Melts my heart'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cr2dy-2t8Vc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1118131003098709032</id><published>2011-12-04T19:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:32:15.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YndP_BS2a9s/Ttw3F1guaLI/AAAAAAAADrk/nL3BimrL3PU/s1600/P1020852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's officially Christmas season in our house! This year we aren't traveling anywhere to see any family, or having any come visit us...so I needed to make sure our house felt magical with just US in it. I'm sure it won't feel the same without family, but decorations sure do help :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So, HERE is my Christmas-y house...and a house tour, since I never really gave one of our little rental in Ohio. (yes I know, I take terrible pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YndP_BS2a9s/Ttw3F1guaLI/AAAAAAAADrk/nL3BimrL3PU/s1600/P1020852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzLRF14sbHo/Ttw03e0c-WI/AAAAAAAADqI/oKW8n2GkWso/s1600/P1020835.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzLRF14sbHo/Ttw03e0c-WI/AAAAAAAADqI/oKW8n2GkWso/s400/P1020835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682474957605239138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWX92M0-IaQ/Ttw03A9FPrI/AAAAAAAADp8/TSWdSL8u_tI/s1600/P1020834.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWX92M0-IaQ/Ttw03A9FPrI/AAAAAAAADp8/TSWdSL8u_tI/s400/P1020834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682474949588369074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS382UJ-_CI/Ttw02mv48rI/AAAAAAAADpw/-JUxY1shZJs/s1600/P1020833.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS382UJ-_CI/Ttw02mv48rI/AAAAAAAADpw/-JUxY1shZJs/s400/P1020833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682474942553715378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8tLX2nCb9o/Ttw02XumjzI/AAAAAAAADpk/GuUVkbWU1MA/s1600/P1020832.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8tLX2nCb9o/Ttw02XumjzI/AAAAAAAADpk/GuUVkbWU1MA/s400/P1020832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682474938521784114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YndP_BS2a9s/Ttw3F1guaLI/AAAAAAAADrk/nL3BimrL3PU/s1600/P1020852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YndP_BS2a9s/Ttw3F1guaLI/AAAAAAAADrk/nL3BimrL3PU/s1600/P1020852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5bWzmBPMuk/Ttw2bgojgVI/AAAAAAAADqg/SyKSpigymcs/s1600/P1020839.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5bWzmBPMuk/Ttw2bgojgVI/AAAAAAAADqg/SyKSpigymcs/s400/P1020839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682476676079124818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2Kby9RxfUw/Ttw2bu7aY6I/AAAAAAAADqs/G1wUTn7Dxjc/s1600/P1020840.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2Kby9RxfUw/Ttw2bu7aY6I/AAAAAAAADqs/G1wUTn7Dxjc/s400/P1020840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682476679916315554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_XQNxByAXc/Ttw3F97EZYI/AAAAAAAADrc/UhVkvw5Nl_U/s400/P1020848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682477405495911810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my newest project. Yeah, it's just a free pallet shelf and birds painted on it. I think it's cool, if you disagree...please don't tell me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5bWzmBPMuk/Ttw2bgojgVI/AAAAAAAADqg/SyKSpigymcs/s1600/P1020839.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzLRF14sbHo/Ttw03e0c-WI/AAAAAAAADqI/oKW8n2GkWso/s1600/P1020835.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YndP_BS2a9s/Ttw3F1guaLI/AAAAAAAADrk/nL3BimrL3PU/s400/P1020852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682477403237935282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bV7nbiryJI/Ttw03oGVFsI/AAAAAAAADqQ/xK9_8b--yP4/s1600/P1020838.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bV7nbiryJI/Ttw03oGVFsI/AAAAAAAADqQ/xK9_8b--yP4/s400/P1020838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682474960096138946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzLRF14sbHo/Ttw03e0c-WI/AAAAAAAADqI/oKW8n2GkWso/s1600/P1020835.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;ere is our playroom and Colton's therapy room! I made those bookshelves for $50 in wood. And I like my cheap hoop wall I put together for a few bucks. I wish I had hundreds of dollars to spend in this room, but I only had a $100 budget which went to pillows and art. We are poor students, what can I say. *Yes, that is a swing. YES, we are that cool*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3B9JJ4Y_N4I/Ttw2c07IwbI/AAAAAAAADrQ/DiycR2RVeVs/s400/P1020845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682476698705641906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGLJKAWGGq8/Ttw2cd-NVcI/AAAAAAAADrI/Uo5W-VklZu0/s1600/P1020844.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGLJKAWGGq8/Ttw2cd-NVcI/AAAAAAAADrI/Uo5W-VklZu0/s400/P1020844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682476692544509378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFkqXLJHRgw/Ttw2cHbXX9I/AAAAAAAADq4/OI_1TbQtyOk/s1600/P1020842.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFkqXLJHRgw/Ttw2cHbXX9I/AAAAAAAADq4/OI_1TbQtyOk/s400/P1020842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682476686492786642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy December everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1118131003098709032?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1118131003098709032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1118131003098709032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1118131003098709032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1118131003098709032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time-is-here.html' title='Christmas time is here!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzLRF14sbHo/Ttw03e0c-WI/AAAAAAAADqI/oKW8n2GkWso/s72-c/P1020835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3791500080984299297</id><published>2011-11-07T08:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:12:20.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colton's Autism Therapy Part 3 (LAST one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFTnWMuS1sM/TrgL1oaENdI/AAAAAAAADpY/8HRHucEYFtg/s1600/Rose%2BFamily%2B%25237%2Bblog%2Bversion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFTnWMuS1sM/TrgL1oaENdI/AAAAAAAADpY/8HRHucEYFtg/s400/Rose%2BFamily%2B%25237%2Bblog%2Bversion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672296746680858066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew, this is finally the &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; post about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; therapy! I've already talked about &lt;a href="http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/coltons-autism-therapy-part-1.html"&gt;why we are doing therapy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/coltons-autism-therapy-part-2.html"&gt;the basics of ABA&lt;/a&gt;, and now I will talk about:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speech Therapy, Occupational Therapy, and things I do at home. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speech Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speech therapy focuses on speech obviously, but more importantly overall communication. There is a lot that goes into communication. Receptively &lt;i&gt;understanding &lt;/i&gt;what people are saying and asking, expressively being able to communicate to others, eye contact, understanding how to comment/answer questions/follow instructions...etc. Although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; can say 4-5 word sentences, most of his talking a few months ago was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;echolalia&lt;/span&gt; (just repeating what I say or reciting a line from a book or movie). Speech therapy works not on just speech, but FUNCTIONAL (or useful) speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What we've worked on in Speech Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We worked on having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; make choices between two preferred objects ("do want the cow or the horse?"). This then transitioned into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; making the choice without the verbal prompt (just holding up the cow or the horse, and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; choose). And NOW working with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; on requesting for things with no prompt at all. This is an important skill because he needs to learn how to ask for things without me asking him first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along with the above was teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; how to ask for help. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; didn't have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;instinct&lt;/span&gt; to ask for help, so he would simply just stand at a door pulling and pulling on it getting frustrated, and never think to ask "I need help mommy." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is a pro at this now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking up at others eyes to acknowledge that THAT is where the object/help comes from. Ex. I wait at the door until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looks up at my eyes and says "I need help" before I intervene. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is also doing really well at this now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Following simple one step instructions "put block in" "take puzzle piece out". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is now a pro at this too and working on 2 step commands, which he is also quickly picking up on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What" questions and "who" questions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; used to just repeat back the question when I'd ask him. Now he knows to answer basic "What" and "who" questions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;echolalia&lt;/span&gt; has gone way down through working on this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occupational Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occupational therapy focuses on helping kids with their basic everyday skills (or their occupation), which for kids is playing, drawing and other fine motor skills, self care skills and addressing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; sensory needs...so a lot of getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; body to feel comfortable in a variety of situations. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has major issues with swings/gravitational insecurity, anything flying in the air (especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;butterflys&lt;/span&gt;), odd textures, all basic grooming (brushing teeth, hair, diaper changes) etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OT- Where he was 4 months ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first went in to OT 4 months ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; cried the whole time and we had to go back in a private room where he clung to my lap the whole time. It took us 2 weeks to even get him to LOOK at the main room, and a month to &lt;i&gt;touch &lt;/i&gt;the swing. He wouldn't hold a pencil, eat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;utencils&lt;/span&gt;, or do many fine motor activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OT- Where he is now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; LOVES Occupational Therapy. He is so happy there, and willing to try everything the therapist wants him to try. He still doesn't like the swing, but tolerates it in small doses. He can draw, and enjoys fine motor activities. He even tried out a tricycle the past few times! It's so excited to see him try new things, where it was impossible before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME-Therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents make a huge difference in the outcome of early intervention. No pressure right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. So, I attend all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; therapies, take notes of things to work on, and then actively work on all the tasks. It makes a difference because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; Speech Therapist told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was improving much faster than she anticipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME- ABA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have received training in all the ABA classes, so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I do reinforces what he is learning in ABA. There are certain ways to handle situations, and to handle behaviors...and I make sure it is all in line with ABA. Mainly, I am consistent, I follow through on &lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;I ask him (don't think I'm amazing here. I'm very careful what I ask him to do, since I know WHEN I do I NEED to follow through on it), I am calm and patient, I am positive and always rewarding good behaviors, I don't emotionally give in to tantrums and other negative behaviors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME- education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take all the classes I can. I've taken the ABA classes that my therapists took. I also took a 5 week Parenting Your Child with Autism class. I will continue to read and attend classes to continually learn the best ways to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME- data keeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For ABA, I keep some basic data to help the Psychologist and Case Manager. I track and tally negative behaviors, I keep a food log, and other logs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME- logistics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I manage all the insurance, early intervention, school district, finances, therapist schedules/hours, pay, meetings etc. A team of 8 therapists, and 3 case managers keeps me busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And....that's it! If you've made it through all 3 of these parts, you deserve a trophy! Hope you learned a little bit about what we do. I am so grateful to be able to have the support and resources to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; the therapy he needs. I realize that this does not happen for all kids, and I feel so fortunate. We are really so blessed. We are a happy family, and I love my little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3791500080984299297?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3791500080984299297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3791500080984299297' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3791500080984299297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3791500080984299297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/coltons-autism-therapy-part-3-last-one.html' title='Colton&apos;s Autism Therapy Part 3 (LAST one)'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFTnWMuS1sM/TrgL1oaENdI/AAAAAAAADpY/8HRHucEYFtg/s72-c/Rose%2BFamily%2B%25237%2Bblog%2Bversion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3576152121131587132</id><published>2011-11-04T12:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:22:05.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colton's Autism Therapy Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6BLJP_V1R0/TrSp-7TVkDI/AAAAAAAADoU/NTodMHLMFO0/s1600/P1020639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6BLJP_V1R0/TrSp-7TVkDI/AAAAAAAADoU/NTodMHLMFO0/s320/P1020639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671344729302077490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, now that you understand basics on why we are doing therapy for Colton, what areas we are trying to help, and what we hope to achieve &lt;a href="http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/coltons-autism-therapy-part-1.html"&gt;(see last post)&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...here is an overview of ABA, the main therapy we use for Colton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(In my final post, I will talk about his other therapies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Colton is involved in Nationwide Children's EIBI (Early Intensive Behavioral Intervention) program. Hours recommended are 25-40 hours a week, and Colton is currently around 25 hours. He has a psychologist, a case manager as a day to day contact, and 3 aides that work daily with him at home, school (in a few months), and in the community.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Applied Behavior Analysis is a scientific approach to understanding behavior and how it is  affected by the environment. The science of behavior analysis focuses on principles about how behavior works, or how learning takes place. Through research, behavior analysis has developing techniques for increasing useful behaviors and reducing negative behaviors. It is used to help skills in all areas including basic skills like looking, listening, imitating, as well as complex skills like reading, conversing, and taking the perspective of others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Basically, it's looking at things from a behavior perspective, and breaking things down to the smallest/lowest level...seeing where Colton is successful...and then building on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What does research say about ABA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Although unfamiliar to a lot of people, ABA is widely recognized as  an effective treatment for Autism and endorsed by many state and federal agencies. Studies show that children with Autism show great improvements in their cognitive, communication and adaptive skills. And, (since Colton falls in this category), these studies also show that many children that participate in early intensive ABA for at least 2 years acquired enough skills to participate in regular classrooms with little or no ongoing help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What does ABA therapy look like for Colton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We have aides come to our house around 5 hours a day (2  2.5 hour shifts), 6 days a week to work on programs outlined by our case manager and psychologist. I am very involved in the whole process and have received training in all the ABA areas as well. Everything is fun, with a lot of positive reinforcement, breaks, and play time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They do the programs at a little table we have for him, or wherever it makes sense. Each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;time they bring him over to the table, they do 4-8 trials of a program (ex. trials &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;means saying "do this" 4 to 8 times with putting the block in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;bucket, or imitating an action), and having Colton respond each time...either on his own, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;having them take his hand and help him do it, if he is not doing it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;There are also reinforcements involved like verbal praise, food, high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;fives etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here are just a few of the basic programs Colton is working on now. They sound a little dumb and simple, but I assure you it is NOT so simple for Colton and all very important things for all future learning and success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Imitation&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;this is basically Colton learning to imitate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;things that people are doing. Right now we are on a basic level where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;the aide says "do this" for the prompt and then does some action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; (bang a drum, put a block in the box, push a car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;clap hands, touch nose), and then Colton is supposed to do the action. This basic act &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;of imitating is usually just instinct in kids, but Colton lacks it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Imitating is the basis for all learning, because you look to others to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;see what they are doing, and then copy them to learn. It also teaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Colton basic compliance, which he had none of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Matching&lt;/b&gt;- Matching is another basic skill of learning. Colton first matched objects, then flash cards, then 2D to 3D, then similar objects, and how he is sorting. Matching leads into sorting, and grouping, and recognizing patterns, and all sorts of learning skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Puzzles-&lt;/b&gt; Learning problem solving skills. Colton started with just a 3 piece puzzle and is now doing 8 pieces of a 12 piece puzzle on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fine Motor- &lt;/b&gt;Using utencils, finger strength, pencil grasps etc. Colton works on coloring, playing with playdoh, putting coins in a bank (help his grasp), putting clothespins on a lid (strength and grasp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Toy Play- &lt;/b&gt;Playing properly and functionally with toys. Colton tends to narrow his interests, become ritualistc, and rigid with his toy play. As in, if left up to him...he would play with the SAME toy in the SAME way every time and not vary from it. You can't be successful playing WITH other kids, until you know how to properly play with toys on your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Receptive Commands- &lt;/b&gt;Following simple commands like "clap hands" or "touch table". Colton used to ignore all commands, and only act on them if he wanted to. He needs to be able to follow commands from others, and in a variety of circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Receptive Object Labels&lt;/b&gt;- Learning basic vocabulary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hi" "Bye" program- &lt;/b&gt;Learning to say Hi when people come in a room, and Bye when they leave. That involves looking up at them, saying Hi, and sometimes saying their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Come here" program- &lt;/b&gt;Learning to come in the general area of the person asking you to "Come here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Where Colton Was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When we first started ABA, Colton cried the second he would see any therapist, minimally interact, and bury his head in the ground every time anyone asked him to do anything. He never would respond to what I'd tell or ask him, and only performed tasks on his own terms. I once tried for 30 mins to get him to put in one puzzle piece at an evaluation while he screamed the entire time not complying. He did not eat with utencils, look to me for reactions, or come to me to involve me in activities and throws major tantrums multiple times a day... and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Where he is just 3-4 months later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Colton now loves all his therapists. He goes downstairs happily with them, pushes me out and says "bye mommy" while closing the door. He interacts, plays games, laughs, and talks to the therapists. He comes over to the table and participates in all programs. He quickly learns programs, because he is paying attention and being reinforced positively. He engages with me so much more, looks to me for my reactions, imitates my facial expressions, handles demands being placed on him, and only throws tantrums about once every week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Night and day difference. He is improving so much. I work constantly, but it's all worth it...because his life is improving and he is happy. And that is what it is all about. I love ABA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ugh, wow. I'm sure no one read all that. :) I'M tired just re-reading it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3576152121131587132?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3576152121131587132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3576152121131587132' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3576152121131587132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3576152121131587132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/11/coltons-autism-therapy-part-2.html' title='Colton&apos;s Autism Therapy Part 2'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6BLJP_V1R0/TrSp-7TVkDI/AAAAAAAADoU/NTodMHLMFO0/s72-c/P1020639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2694205697839531456</id><published>2011-10-28T13:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:42:10.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Colton's Autism Therapy Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMHcpyQwjZM/TrFVCd4vGtI/AAAAAAAADnQ/9zx5pMIXnBg/s1600/P1020764%2Bsmall.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMHcpyQwjZM/TrFVCd4vGtI/AAAAAAAADnQ/9zx5pMIXnBg/s320/P1020764%2Bsmall.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670406906706860754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(I am not an Autism expert, and do not pretend to be. I AM, however, becoming an expert on &lt;i&gt;Colton's Autism and his therapy.  &lt;/i&gt;Every child on the Autism spectrum is different and every parent makes the decisions that are best for their child. And I am the last person to judge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an effort to help people better understand Colton's therapy and my life...here is a basic Q&amp;amp;A I put together of Colton's Autism therapy. Tomorrow I will post details on the actual therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; Q.&lt;/b&gt; Colton has Autism, but what does he exactly need therapy for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. &lt;/b&gt;EVERYTHING. Autism affects all aspects of Colton. He has deficits and issues including: communication (and speech), social-adaptive behavior, self help skills, gross motor, fine motor, play skills, repetitive behaviors, sensory issues...etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.&lt;/b&gt; How do you possibly target all those areas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt; ...and this is why we have 30 hrs a week of therapy (primarily ABA-Applied Behavioral Analysis).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.&lt;/b&gt; I always thought there is no chance for a kid with Autism, why do you try so hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt; If there is one thing I've learned in the past 5 months, it's that Autism is NOT the end. Hard &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt; work and early intervention make a HUGE difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.&lt;/b&gt; Sounds like you are just therapy-ing the living day lights out of him. Why don't you accept him for who he is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt; I ASSURE you, there is not a mom out there who loves, and is more accepting and encouraging of their child. Therapy is my way I can help Colton reach his potential, not take away who he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.&lt;/b&gt; What is your ultimate goal with Colton?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. &lt;/b&gt;Right now, my goal is to have Colton be able to attend a normal school one day, and eventually without the help of an in-class aide. I want him to experience life, not be sheltered from it. I want him to be capable of having meaningful relationships with peers and others. And one day...I'm hoping he'll graduate from high school, go to college, and maybe even get married...but that's looking really far ahead :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is getting long, so tomorrow I will post about the basics of Colton's therapy. I know...you are so excited you can hardly stand it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2694205697839531456?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2694205697839531456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2694205697839531456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2694205697839531456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2694205697839531456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/coltons-autism-therapy-part-1.html' title='Colton&apos;s Autism Therapy Part 1'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qMHcpyQwjZM/TrFVCd4vGtI/AAAAAAAADnQ/9zx5pMIXnBg/s72-c/P1020764%2Bsmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1186024680840442193</id><published>2011-10-26T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:17:55.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJzUlFHVfDs/Tqmff7EGLMI/AAAAAAAADnE/4OYOu6AGuuY/s1600/P1020806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Our ward had our Trunk or Treat last weekend...and it was a SUCCESS. Colton was The Man in the Yellow Hat, and I have to say, I just giggled every time I would look at him since I thought he was so cute. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(thanks mom for the amazing costume. You rock).&lt;/span&gt; Looks like my little social story (see post below) paid off! When asked, "Colton, what is your costume" he would respond "Man in the Yellow Hat!" (which is great since he used to just copy back to us verbatim what we would say, now he is &lt;i&gt;responding&lt;/i&gt; to some basic questions!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even perfectly would say "Trick or Treat" and "Thank you" to every car. My mommy heart was so proud. Don't tell Colton that I ended up eating the majority of his Halloween candy :) Whoops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRgsUDzRXoQ/TqmfHLPSK-I/AAAAAAAADm4/sMHF394aiKE/s1600/P1020800%2Bsmall.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRgsUDzRXoQ/TqmfHLPSK-I/AAAAAAAADm4/sMHF394aiKE/s400/P1020800%2Bsmall.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236551647276002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzEvkHe0tS4/TqmfGzujbXI/AAAAAAAADmo/zAvym0SkRQw/s1600/P1020799%2Bsmall.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzEvkHe0tS4/TqmfGzujbXI/AAAAAAAADmo/zAvym0SkRQw/s400/P1020799%2Bsmall.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236545335979378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dWi-wPvgtI/TqmfGvD8zuI/AAAAAAAADmc/o7JkIeClhFg/s1600/P1020793%2Bsmall.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dWi-wPvgtI/TqmfGvD8zuI/AAAAAAAADmc/o7JkIeClhFg/s400/P1020793%2Bsmall.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236544083545826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0C4fsqZBAR4/TqmfGb5ce1I/AAAAAAAADmU/aoA72KtBdzE/s1600/P1020789%2Bsmall.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0C4fsqZBAR4/TqmfGb5ce1I/AAAAAAAADmU/aoA72KtBdzE/s400/P1020789%2Bsmall.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236538939210578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJzUlFHVfDs/Tqmff7EGLMI/AAAAAAAADnE/4OYOu6AGuuY/s1600/P1020806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJzUlFHVfDs/Tqmff7EGLMI/AAAAAAAADnE/4OYOu6AGuuY/s400/P1020806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668236976802114754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I decided to go as a frog. I know, I really went all out this year! haha.&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/3664196838319003071-1186024680840442193?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1186024680840442193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1186024680840442193' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1186024680840442193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1186024680840442193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRgsUDzRXoQ/TqmfHLPSK-I/AAAAAAAADm4/sMHF394aiKE/s72-c/P1020800%2Bsmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5286129699658219407</id><published>2011-10-12T18:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:12:15.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I wanted to introduce you to a little thing I love called a&lt;i&gt; "social story"&lt;/i&gt;. I make these little "social story" books for Colton to help him with transitions, events, or different experiences. I've made books for changing diapers, getting into a car, going to bed, going to a wedding...and NOW....FOR HALLOWEEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel a little silly making these. But, the bottom line they help Colton know what to expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I now present to you...Colton's Halloween book.&lt;/b&gt; (4 pages per sheet) My favorite page is "My friends dress up as animals, princesses, and ghosts. Some even wear masks or funny hats. But&lt;i&gt; it’s okay&lt;/i&gt;, because costumes are fun and just pretend."haha. &lt;b&gt;And YES, that is Colton's face I put on a random kids Man in the Yellow Hat costume. haha. Awesome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuiGstgN1VM/TpY5RUCZdzI/AAAAAAAADlw/cm7njnbRh2U/s400/Colton%2Bsocial%2Bstory-Halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662776551064303410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PRQVWQu6MRA/TpY5R6MUF3I/AAAAAAAADl8/H1ltl-ucn5k/s400/Colton%2Bsocial%2Bstory-Halloween2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662776561306441586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yK-K93nsOQ/TpY5Sitz6EI/AAAAAAAADmI/I9KouCz2qgU/s1600/Colton%2Bsocial%2Bstory-Halloween3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yK-K93nsOQ/TpY5Sitz6EI/AAAAAAAADmI/I9KouCz2qgU/s400/Colton%2Bsocial%2Bstory-Halloween3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662776572184356930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Halloween here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5286129699658219407?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5286129699658219407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5286129699658219407' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5286129699658219407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5286129699658219407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FuiGstgN1VM/TpY5RUCZdzI/AAAAAAAADlw/cm7njnbRh2U/s72-c/Colton%2Bsocial%2Bstory-Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2572671437776714678</id><published>2011-10-08T19:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:22:43.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_S8r7sWPQ/TpECCgxxcRI/AAAAAAAADlg/Xo7Ok8W6tJ8/s1600/P1020745.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_S8r7sWPQ/TpECCgxxcRI/AAAAAAAADlg/Xo7Ok8W6tJ8/s400/P1020745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661308448763113746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_S8r7sWPQ/TpECCgxxcRI/AAAAAAAADlg/Xo7Ok8W6tJ8/s1600/P1020745.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ahhh...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(that is a sigh and not a yell)&lt;/span&gt;...there is something so wonderful about fall. So rejuvenating, so calming, so cozy, and energizing. I LOVE it. We've been taking full advantage of the gorgeous weather and beauty all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everywhere I look, drive, see...I just breathe in the beauty and fall colors. (If that makes any sense) It makes me happy. That, and I've been building some which always is good for my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And here are a few pictures of us (and my recent build):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9FQrszPI4w/TpEFF-Bbe1I/AAAAAAAADlo/4LstplyTemY/s1600/P1020740%2Bcropped%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B9FQrszPI4w/TpEFF-Bbe1I/AAAAAAAADlo/4LstplyTemY/s400/P1020740%2Bcropped%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661311806687902546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOmIrF_LX90/TpECBzxca8I/AAAAAAAADlQ/nWt3FfIId-M/s1600/P1020735.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOmIrF_LX90/TpECBzxca8I/AAAAAAAADlQ/nWt3FfIId-M/s400/P1020735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661308436682140610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6IP2Mw1i9Y/TpECBr0YzoI/AAAAAAAADlI/pbFSxm3VW6s/s1600/P1020736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6IP2Mw1i9Y/TpECBr0YzoI/AAAAAAAADlI/pbFSxm3VW6s/s400/P1020736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661308434547003010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExETXKE7tGg/TpECBIIECyI/AAAAAAAADlA/q21MHyJBEiE/s1600/P1020694.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExETXKE7tGg/TpECBIIECyI/AAAAAAAADlA/q21MHyJBEiE/s400/P1020694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661308424965851938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7b9AiRdttY/TpEAqN9EKPI/AAAAAAAADk4/2FFL6r1I9qk/s1600/P1020721.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S7b9AiRdttY/TpEAqN9EKPI/AAAAAAAADk4/2FFL6r1I9qk/s400/P1020721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306931881715954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and...the newest addition to the family: My $50 table I built! LOVE love love it. It makes me smile every time I look at it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XD-HY0aG-fM/TpEAodS2WcI/AAAAAAAADkY/FdPsgkllUdc/s400/P1020713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306901639879106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bvjL4idd10/TpEApkO2xCI/AAAAAAAADkw/o7pNJUwe8fM/s1600/P1020720.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bvjL4idd10/TpEApkO2xCI/AAAAAAAADkw/o7pNJUwe8fM/s400/P1020720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306920682046498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hf6msbWx7yE/TpEApCWgxSI/AAAAAAAADko/80aO2DiLPYw/s1600/P1020717.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hf6msbWx7yE/TpEApCWgxSI/AAAAAAAADko/80aO2DiLPYw/s400/P1020717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306911587353890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4ZkuUkG4P4/TpEAoh6xaGI/AAAAAAAADkg/Z09wMhxs_RU/s1600/P1020712.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4ZkuUkG4P4/TpEAoh6xaGI/AAAAAAAADkg/Z09wMhxs_RU/s400/P1020712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306902881069154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2572671437776714678?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2572671437776714678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2572671437776714678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2572671437776714678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2572671437776714678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn_S8r7sWPQ/TpECCgxxcRI/AAAAAAAADlg/Xo7Ok8W6tJ8/s72-c/P1020745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-7253808406725590200</id><published>2011-09-18T19:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:08:00.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been feeling very grateful recently, a new kind of "grateful".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I used to say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so blessed, I'm having a healthy pregnancy" (when pregnant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so grateful, I have a beautiful healthy baby" (when I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm so blessed with my perfect little family. As long as we are all healthy and happy, that's all that matters. Everything will be fine as long as Mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; are fine." (over the past few years) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;(Everyone at times goes through hard things. Really hard things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, what about when you &lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; have a healthy baby, or what about when something bad &lt;b&gt;DOES&lt;/b&gt; happen? What happens when your family &lt;b&gt;ISN'T&lt;/b&gt; the perfect family you dreamed up?...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...when your child ISN'T okay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How then...can you still be grateful? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't exactly have the answer... but I am learning that feeling grateful is not related to an &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ABSENCE &lt;/span&gt;of trials.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I know that I am more grateful right now than I ever have been in my life. I'm grateful for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. I'm grateful he is mine. If you lined up a million kids, I STILL would pick him. Autism isn't ideal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(and I'm still not quite "grateful" for it yet. I am human afterall.)&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't even care because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is seriously awesome and the coolest kid I know. I'm grateful for every step of progress he makes. I'm grateful for Mike, and his ability to relate and care for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. I'm grateful for our therapists. I'm grateful we are able to get him the therapy he needs. I am grateful for a supportive extended family. And most importantly, I'm grateful for the peace I feel. The peace which I know only the Savior can bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, my little family is perfect. And I feel so blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzJs4RLXfGs/TnaiQaArzgI/AAAAAAAADkQ/nH3awuD0W_Q/s1600/photo%2B%252825%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzJs4RLXfGs/TnaiQaArzgI/AAAAAAAADkQ/nH3awuD0W_Q/s400/photo%2B%252825%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653884784954035714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(See, I told you he was awesome. Pumpkin stickers, PJ pants, football, strolling around the hood. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-7253808406725590200?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7253808406725590200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=7253808406725590200' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7253808406725590200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7253808406725590200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/09/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzJs4RLXfGs/TnaiQaArzgI/AAAAAAAADkQ/nH3awuD0W_Q/s72-c/photo%2B%252825%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1089581594056445518</id><published>2011-09-11T19:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:37:10.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Balancing Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is one big balancing act. As a mother, it gets very tricky keeping all of life's demands in balance. We have &lt;i&gt;children, husband, church, home, work, and ourselves&lt;/i&gt; we need to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am way outa balance. In my mind, I feel like I have to give 200 percent of my energy to the "children" category, which leaves nothing for the other categories. While working hard for your kids IS a good thing, neglecting your OWN needs is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how minimizing our own needs doesn't actually make us more productive in the other areas...for me, it actually does the opposite. The more time I spend on myself, the better and more effective I am in the other areas. Likewise, when I DON'T take time out for myself, the rest of the areas suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with that...here are a few things I'm doing to keep myself balanced (aka projects on a student budget):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Project #1:&lt;/b&gt; Hoop Wall (completed) $15. Colton's therapy room, needed some wall art, and this was a cheap fun way to do it. That, and we have red couches so it is hard to coordinate with those.&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKqbLfjatnk/Tm1uLTmn2MI/AAAAAAAADjY/yA6e0mkPBdY/s400/P1020602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294247939725506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvkmUrEtcIY/Tm1uztTcOWI/AAAAAAAADkA/9uZM9-23vFw/s1600/P1020598.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvkmUrEtcIY/Tm1uztTcOWI/AAAAAAAADkA/9uZM9-23vFw/s400/P1020598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294942033361250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project #2: Pillows (completed) $15. I also have some yellow ones I made too for an additional $20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wF7rVQO6M3Q/Tm1uL9-PGXI/AAAAAAAADjg/pen84phx43A/s400/P1020600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294259313056114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project #3: New dining set (not started yet). Since the movers lost some of our stuff, we only have 3 kitchen chairs. Living on a student budget, I am going to make this super easy table for $50 and buy these ikea chairs. This table is great because I can make it whatever size I want, it's solid wood, and will take me just a couple hours to make. Total new dining set=less than $300.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8iFhZf4cfw/Tm1uMp6-d0I/AAAAAAAADjw/fBQ78VM8KmA/s1600/DIYTable_050311.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8iFhZf4cfw/Tm1uMp6-d0I/AAAAAAAADjw/fBQ78VM8KmA/s400/DIYTable_050311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294271110543170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oy_WFUa2HzQ/Tm1uMA-G9CI/AAAAAAAADjo/jlhbijY8eEk/s1600/ingolf-chair__58982_PE164584_S4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oy_WFUa2HzQ/Tm1uMA-G9CI/AAAAAAAADjo/jlhbijY8eEk/s400/ingolf-chair__58982_PE164584_S4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294260117828642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project #4: Curtain (not started) FREE. I also really want to make a ruffle valance (like this, but a valance) out of a sheet for downstairs, but I'm worried my window may be too wide to make the ruffles...hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBvLhec2kLk/Tm1uzNR-qnI/AAAAAAAADj4/U6gCwb5_Qr0/s400/il_570xN.172081119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294933437295218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...just because...here is a picture of Colton. Sweet sweet face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Cv64pr9b0U/Tm1uKxvNo9I/AAAAAAAADjQ/FOGpRV6290g/s400/Colton%2Bat%2Bthe%2Btemple%2B003%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651294238848951250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other project ideas? Mike starts school in a week, and so I'm going to need a lot more projects to work on in the evenings!&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/3664196838319003071-1089581594056445518?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1089581594056445518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1089581594056445518' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1089581594056445518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1089581594056445518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/09/balancing-act.html' title='The Balancing Act'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKqbLfjatnk/Tm1uLTmn2MI/AAAAAAAADjY/yA6e0mkPBdY/s72-c/P1020602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8433027826971710795</id><published>2011-08-14T12:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:12:46.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith vs Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Replace fear with faith. Easier said than done.&lt;/em&gt; I feel like there is a constant &lt;strong&gt;fear vs faith&lt;/strong&gt; war going on in my head. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I just feel all beat up and emotionally drained from the battle that goes on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I always used to pride myself in being an optimistic person. I pretty much always felt like things will work out, and that whatever happens I can still be happy. I felt like I was flexible, resilient and willing to take on tough challenges. I was what I could call...an emotionally very stable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then life got hard. Then it got harder. And then it got even harder. When Colton was first diagnosed with Autism a couple months ago I would ask, "will I ever be happy again?" I wasn't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, am I happy now? &lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, does the Autism still hurt? &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, it hurts bad. Every day. Every day I'm faced with this reality like a freight truck coming right at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 out of every 5 days, my fear gets the best of me. And here is what it says:&lt;br /&gt;1. You aren't doing enough, if you were doing more...he would improve more&lt;br /&gt;2. You aren't doing the right things, you should be saying it THIS way to him, or getting him to make eye contact by doing THIS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your therapies aren't going to work&lt;br /&gt;4. Colton is never going to be able to make friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Kids are going to pick on Colton at school&lt;br /&gt;6. Colton won't be able to have any meaningful relationships outside of me and Mike&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm going to run out of energy and strength and not be able to give Colton all he needs.&lt;br /&gt;8. Maybe he won't ever go to college, or get married, or live on his own.&lt;br /&gt;9. How am I supposed to have more kids? What if they, too, have Autism? What if Colton hates me having a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, my faith kicks in...and I actually HEAR these words in my head. Repeating over and over.&lt;br /&gt;1. Colton is going to be fine. You are going to be fine. Your family is going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;2. Colton is going to talk again (which already is happening)&lt;br /&gt;3. Your therapies are going to make a huge difference&lt;br /&gt;4. Colton has SO so many great things going for him...see his sense of humor, his smile, his talking, his eyes, he's taking in everything, he's a smart boy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Colton has had friends before, he will be able to make friends again one day.&lt;br /&gt;6. Colton's possibilities are limitless. Keep pushing, keeping pushing.&lt;br /&gt;7. Yes, it will take 100 times more effort, but the effort will get him there. And you will be SO proud of every accomplishment along the way.&lt;br /&gt;8. We can have a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...fear won...today it's a tie...tomorrow...I'm sure I'll be back to faith for another 5 days. And on and on I will go up up up down and then back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I WILL get back up. and I WILL have faith. I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(PS don't feel like you have to comment...I'm really not fishing for compliments...more just informing people of the emotions I'm sorting through. I recognize these emotions are not unique to me and that others battle many challenges too. I admire so many people for the things they've gone through and am more aware now, more than ever, of the strength I see in those around me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8433027826971710795?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8433027826971710795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8433027826971710795' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8433027826971710795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8433027826971710795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/08/faith-vs-fear.html' title='Faith vs Fear'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3848040681186942002</id><published>2011-08-09T15:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:32:52.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GeOOOOORGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJjC3cw04SU/TkGrHP5P1GI/AAAAAAAADiw/-ca_wAaDl9E/s1600/P1020559.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AyDp_46TTc/TkGrFbTNnWI/AAAAAAAADiQ/XJCdweQwu5U/s1600/P1020573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AyDp_46TTc/TkGrFbTNnWI/AAAAAAAADiQ/XJCdweQwu5U/s400/P1020573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976318160608610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Colton has been cracking me up lately with the things he's picking up. Recently, he has been using lines from his &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Curious George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; show to talk to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While running down our hallway, "Geeeeoooooorrrggge! Hey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While pulling a wagon,"Here goes nuttin'!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While holding a train track like a camera, "say cheese!...HEY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When walking into a messy doctor's office, "What happened in here? What a mess."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at the zoo, "I see monkey. George monkey. A doctor monkey!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching me get ready, "What are you doing in there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While playing outside, "Don't be too curious! Be careful!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJjC3cw04SU/TkGrHP5P1GI/AAAAAAAADiw/-ca_wAaDl9E/s1600/P1020559.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJjC3cw04SU/TkGrHP5P1GI/AAAAAAAADiw/-ca_wAaDl9E/s400/P1020559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976349458650210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM_JjNrvQvw/TkGrGgAgU0I/AAAAAAAADio/b9urdQp6rw4/s1600/P1020561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM_JjNrvQvw/TkGrGgAgU0I/AAAAAAAADio/b9urdQp6rw4/s400/P1020561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976336604189506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_v1Gt-XMyY/TkGrGDzj1rI/AAAAAAAADig/TErhh8PUFHc/s1600/P1020563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_v1Gt-XMyY/TkGrGDzj1rI/AAAAAAAADig/TErhh8PUFHc/s400/P1020563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976329033701042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3j0di9BoHI/TkGrFs9NuCI/AAAAAAAADiY/obvkqyS-H8w/s1600/P1020570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3j0di9BoHI/TkGrFs9NuCI/AAAAAAAADiY/obvkqyS-H8w/s400/P1020570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976322900178978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AyDp_46TTc/TkGrFbTNnWI/AAAAAAAADiQ/XJCdweQwu5U/s1600/P1020573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS don't you love Colton's sandal tan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Note: for those of you wondering "wait, Colton is talking...does he still have Autism?" Here is my answer: Yes he is talking more, and yes he has Autism. His speech has gradually been coming back, but it's noticeable now that he is simply memorizing things and not speaking conversationally (autism problem, it's called echolalia). He still DEFINITELY has Autism, and is verbal...but will need to learn how to communicate better still. Speech is only a part of communication and although he can put together words in a sentence, he lacks the other aspects of communication like directing language at someone, involving others, uniquely coming up with sentences, eye contact etc. It isn't so noticeable when they are 2, but as they get closer to 3 then 4 years old etc. the gap becomes pretty noticeable. It's noticeable now if you watch him in nursery or with other kids his age. &lt;b&gt;But BOY are we CRAZY grateful his language has come back. EVERY word he speaks I love and appreciate!&lt;/b&gt;  :)&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/3664196838319003071-3848040681186942002?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3848040681186942002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3848040681186942002' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3848040681186942002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3848040681186942002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/08/geooooorge.html' title='GeOOOOORGE!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AyDp_46TTc/TkGrFbTNnWI/AAAAAAAADiQ/XJCdweQwu5U/s72-c/P1020573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-451257461382243552</id><published>2011-07-30T11:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T11:26:50.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A closer look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSC0m2NvRj0/TjQ9gk1iKDI/AAAAAAAADgc/zkixxAPwq_o/s1600/IMG_5181.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSC0m2NvRj0/TjQ9gk1iKDI/AAAAAAAADgc/zkixxAPwq_o/s400/IMG_5181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635196663600654386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are settling into Columbus and some of our new routines. Columbus is beautiful... we regularly take walks, visit the waterfall right by our house, or go on river walks. We enjoy playgroups, eating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/span&gt; and Einstein Bagels, and looking for squirrels. From the outside looking in, things might just look totally normal...Mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; running around playing a game, or me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; reading books together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, if you look closer&lt;/b&gt;...you see a calendar filled with appointments, therapists, interviews and planning meetings. You'd see paperwork, medical bills, and time sheets for managing employees. You'd find business cards, and sticky notes, and piles of papers waiting to be filed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; schedule has gone from nothing all week, to 5 hours a day of appointments and it's only going to get more. You'd see a mom who works tirelessly every moment thinking of ways to help her son. Every car ride is filled with me trying to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; to talk, to use his words, or to notice his surroundings. Every look out the window is filled with me asking questions to get his mind thinking conversationally, coming up with stories to help him think in the abstract, or repeating phrases over and over again to help him gain the language. I have to follow through on everything I ask him to do, even when it makes him mad. I need to remain completely calm in all tantrum situations. It's like I'm in a game of chess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contstantly&lt;/span&gt; planning what I should say, how I should respond, or how I should act...because everything I do helps reinforce what he is learning in therapy... or unravels his therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, I'm SO happy to be making progress&lt;/b&gt;. And, I'm so proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. He is being so brave handling all these new people, new situations, and new demands. I'm excited for what the future will bring for him. He has a lot of potential. It is a lot of work...but I know where it can get us. And we WILL get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But, BOY, do I love this kid. Just look at this face...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_aFili6JSM/TjQ9gKyfU7I/AAAAAAAADgU/DUXnGEhK9Jw/s400/IMG_5201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635196656608564146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_aFili6JSM/TjQ9gKyfU7I/AAAAAAAADgU/DUXnGEhK9Jw/s1600/IMG_5201.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSW2c5SMoog/TjQ9fF49oLI/AAAAAAAADgE/hs95JalODc8/s1600/IMG_5202.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSW2c5SMoog/TjQ9fF49oLI/AAAAAAAADgE/hs95JalODc8/s400/IMG_5202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635196638113669298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-451257461382243552?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/451257461382243552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=451257461382243552' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/451257461382243552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/451257461382243552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/07/closer-look.html' title='A closer look'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSC0m2NvRj0/TjQ9gk1iKDI/AAAAAAAADgc/zkixxAPwq_o/s72-c/IMG_5181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1188073849012210496</id><published>2011-06-29T12:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:41:42.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfbpW0Ep5Vk/TgtvpqKog9I/AAAAAAAADfs/q7Cr404Mtew/s1600/photo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfbpW0Ep5Vk/TgtvpqKog9I/AAAAAAAADfs/q7Cr404Mtew/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623711321186403282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we made it to Ohio a week and a half ago, have moved into our little house, and are waiting on our truck to arrive with all our belongings. Hopefully it will come in 2 weeks (but it's already a week late, so WHO knows). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Columbus is gorgeous! I love it. We have a river a mile from our house, a zoo, a neighborhood with sidewalks, a playground in the backyard...it's great! Our house is super cute, thanks to my parents to came up and did all sorts of work on it.  Colton loves Columbus too. He likes going for walks outside, picking bark off trees, and swinging on his swing. So, he is doing well all things considered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the week and a half we've been here, we've already had 5 interviews/ meetings for Colton's therapies, 2 Occupational Therapy appointments, and another 3 meetings in the next week to get him rolling in the other therapies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me?...well, I'm just trying learn how exactly to be me and handle all our changes. Do I tell people, or do I wait? Do I act positive and upbeat so people don't feel bad for me, or do I really let them know what I'm going through so they can support me? Do I want to make my life "Autism" or do I want to show a balance so I can have friends? No one wants to be friends with someone who is always whining and only talks about their own kids problems. How do I find that balance of being caring, giving, friendly, while helping others know the REAL me of what I'm struggling with. How do I relate to others? Being a mom gives you an automatic ability to relate to other mothers...but for me, I have different struggles/battles/ worries/ fears...it alienates me naturally and makes me feel lonely. How do I not feel lonely? I feel myself just wanting to withdrawl from everything...facebook...blogging...all of it because all I can think to post about is Colton, and don't want to push people away. Do I just join Autism support groups? How will Colton do with all the therapy? How much will he cry in protest? How much of that can I handle? How am I going to do implementing his therapies 100% of the time? Will I have the strength? How much is he going to improve? Will he start talking again? Well he ever relate to anyone other than close family? Will he ever have friends again? So many questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I'm optimistic about the future. I feel Columbus is the place for us for progress for Mike, me and Colton. But, in being honest, it's really hard trying to figure it all out and figure out the new "me" because Colton does change that now. I live IN this world, but I also have my own little Autism world which sets be apart and makes me have to see the world differently in order to understand Colton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough rambling for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcPHcLH3Oa8/TgtvqOH0S_I/AAAAAAAADf0/fIxmjC4S8-U/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623711330838268914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;(I kinda look prego from this angle, I assure you I am not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1U3mVFiF-w/Tgtvqwp8cYI/AAAAAAAADf8/gm-QjWACB6I/s320/P1020525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623711340108214658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Our house&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/3664196838319003071-1188073849012210496?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1188073849012210496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1188073849012210496' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1188073849012210496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1188073849012210496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/columbus-update.html' title='Columbus Update'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfbpW0Ep5Vk/TgtvpqKog9I/AAAAAAAADfs/q7Cr404Mtew/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8941954973252200124</id><published>2011-06-13T21:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:16:08.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 24 hours</title><content type='html'>I have 24 hours left in this house. Nothing brings on more emotions than &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Moving is one of those experiences that forces you to reflect on your life. Every time I move, every move resurfaces and I find myself segmenting my life into all the different moves: &lt;i&gt;moving to college, moving to my first apt with Mike, moving to Vegas, moving into our first home...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the feelings of all my hopes and expectations, close that chapter and reflect, and look forward to the next chapter. This move is especially hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allow me to recount the story of this house:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I moved into this house 3 1/2 years ago. It was our first home. We picked out every little detail and watched the whole building process. Mike and I would drive up 2 times a week just to walk through our concrete slab and imagine just were everything would go. "Here is where we will have our first baby's room"..."he will love this backyard...especially this hill, I bet he'll run up and down this hill," "we'll set up his toys right here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nZIsgRaHQo/TfbdPquHMYI/AAAAAAAADfM/JutwnJmivAk/s320/IMGP2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617920846426747266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, moved in and were as excited as could be. A few months later we found out we were expecting. We used to sit in Colton's future room and just dream up everything that he would be. I would picture rocking to him, watching him in his crib, playing with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Feb of 2009 Colton was born. We were so in love. Colton filled our home with immense love and we became a little family. This house saw it all, baby Colton, the non-crawling Colton, the walking and talking Colton, the stressful mom, the laughs, the tears the joy and the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kJRZj6Bz7UQ/TfbdPdNnOoI/AAAAAAAADfE/yO_kBdcIYEw/s320/IMG_4141-ps.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617920842800773762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0ku16Y-jyA/TfbdQAwyvgI/AAAAAAAADfU/3W900pBjTl0/s320/P1010561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Colton was our dream come true. Just as we dreamed, Colton would run up and down the back hill, I would rock him in his chair...we lived and loved in every corner of this house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyKHoqWlv9g/TfbdQt93sJI/AAAAAAAADfc/yEi9P1nB--U/s320/P1020036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here we are almost 2 1/2 years later. We've been through a LOT a lot. A lot has changed. I've spent recent nights at the side of Colton's crib, crying, confused, scared, just looking at his perfect sleeping face. How did this happen to us? Why can't everything just go back to the way it was? But with those sleepless nights have come peace and hope. My hopes and dreams for Colton have been put on a different path. It's a different adventure than what I had dreamed up for the past 3 1/2 years. But, we are leaving this house a stronger family. I have a stronger love for Mike. I have a stronger love for Colton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4c_bXtZNFeg/TfbdQ2ptsII/AAAAAAAADfk/C3fInfRaFd8/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He still IS my dream come true. He still is the light of my life and my whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOY oh boy oh boy how my heart aches for this kid. I hope that in a few years when I'm reflecting back on this next house, it'll be memories of increased understanding for how Colton works, progress, progress, and progress, increased faith in the Lord, a stronger testimony of the Savior, and a deeper appreciation and love for Mike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a funny thing. So slow, yet so quick. Nothing like you expected, but worse and better at the same time. So, Ohio....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;READY or not, here we come!&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/3664196838319003071-8941954973252200124?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8941954973252200124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8941954973252200124' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8941954973252200124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8941954973252200124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-24-hours.html' title='The last 24 hours'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nZIsgRaHQo/TfbdPquHMYI/AAAAAAAADfM/JutwnJmivAk/s72-c/IMGP2283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-9221056301684133771</id><published>2011-05-31T21:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:02:24.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio and haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA-BhpiZkJ4/TeW42n1PN7I/AAAAAAAADe4/5_mJHEdwrDo/s1600/ohiostate_logo1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA-BhpiZkJ4/TeW42n1PN7I/AAAAAAAADe4/5_mJHEdwrDo/s200/ohiostate_logo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613095759131916210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In case you haven't heard yet, Mike got accepted to grad school at Ohio State University for the fall. He's getting his masters in healthcare management. Mike is a smarty pants and got the top scholarship! Way to go Mike! We were going to move in September but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...we decided to just pick up and go to Ohio NOW so that we could get started on therapies for Colton. So, in 2 1/2 weeks we will be in Ohio. Crazy! I'm scared, sad, hopeful and excited. Hopefully within a few weeks of living in Ohio we will be settling into our new routine of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 hours of week of Occupational therapy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 hours of week of Speech Therapy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 hours a week of Physical Therapy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-25-35 hours a week (5 to 7 hours a day in our home) of ABA (Behavioral Therapy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to get going! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on another note. I gave Colton a haircut tonight. I was NOT okay with his mullet, and wanted him to look nice and put together for all the new people in Ohio we are going to meet. Haircuts are near impossible with Colton, but I was happy with the outcome. I love my handsome boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RrchrJbMwBE/TeW4J04nIzI/AAAAAAAADeo/SboUg1Mo16Y/s400/P1020507.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613094989541614386" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hppgq0Vrhjc/TeW4JddO6XI/AAAAAAAADeg/kaEIco0yHoc/s400/P1020511.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613094983252765042" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-9221056301684133771?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9221056301684133771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=9221056301684133771' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/9221056301684133771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/9221056301684133771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/05/ohio-and-haircuts.html' title='Ohio and haircuts'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GA-BhpiZkJ4/TeW42n1PN7I/AAAAAAAADe4/5_mJHEdwrDo/s72-c/ohiostate_logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1337764090064089755</id><published>2011-05-19T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:14:44.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Maybe I'll just keep playing this over and over to ingrain these words in my heart. I know they are true. Sometimes I just have a hard time remembering them right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Don't you quit. You keep walking. You keep trying. There is help, and happiness ahead. Some blessings come soon. Some come late. And some don't come till heaven. But for those who embrace the Gospel of Jesus Christ, they come. It will be alright in the end. Trust God, and believe in good things to come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;-Jeffrey R. Holland, Apostle of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nczw6xHJ0I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1337764090064089755?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1337764090064089755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1337764090064089755' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1337764090064089755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1337764090064089755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/05/needed-message.html' title='Needed Message'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8nczw6xHJ0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5028680727572444700</id><published>2011-05-19T13:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:57:44.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a week and a half since finding out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has regressive Autism (not the classic Autism, but still on the Autism spectrum) and Sensory Processing Disorder. The overwhelming devastation and grief at first, transferred to then anger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; and acceptance, then hope and then I cycle all back through it again on a daily basis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind has been working non stop. NON stop. I'm constantly on the phone calling people, setting up appointments, reading, and trying to figure out our future with what was already tricky with a move to Columbus for Mike to go to grad school and getting rid of our house. Throw this on top of it and life pretty much doesn't stop or my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autism is tricky because there are a million different opinions of why, therapies to use, and results shown. And every kid in the autism spectrum is entirely different. Kids do anything ranging from a few hours a week of therapy to &lt;b&gt;40 plus hour&lt;/b&gt;s. 4o hours? You think I'm joking, I'm not...and we very likely could go that route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pressure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;, it's only your child's entire future on your head. and EVERY decision I made directly impacts his future. If I don't teach him or get someone to HELP teach him things, he will NOT learn them. These things are simple things that most kids pick up...things like, looking at someone when they talk to you, paying attention to what people are doing around you rather than the grass, giving hugs to those you love.  All moms need hugs and kisses and smiles. I'm parenting a difficult child withOUT any of those positive reinforcements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there are books out there, but pretty much my book would be titled "Being the mom of an autistic child: the hardest and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loneliest&lt;/span&gt; job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I could get some hugs from him, it'd keep me going stronger...but I'll just have to settle for me hugging him and having him push off. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the negative post, maybe I'll post one later today when I'm feeling more hopeful...since I'm always cycling like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has regained some of his language, but mostly still doesn't talk and I can't understand him. At least it's better than last week where we had nothing. This is coming from a kid who was completely talking in sentences a couple months ago).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5028680727572444700?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5028680727572444700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5028680727572444700' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5028680727572444700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5028680727572444700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2435051438438667117</id><published>2011-05-11T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:48:56.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I'm in a nightmare that keeps getting worse... My dear Colton has significantly regressed within the past few weeks and now is not able to speak/show social interaction almost whatsoever, and just hops and runs everywhere. He's 2, and 3 weeks ago was talking in sentences, running around like buzz, and giving me hugs like a normal 2 year old. Most likely regressive Autism/Sensory Integrative Disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: normal; "&gt;I feel like I can't breathe and am broken. This is going to be a long road. Prayers would be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3664196838319003071-2435051438438667117?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2435051438438667117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2435051438438667117' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2435051438438667117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2435051438438667117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/05/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers Please'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6230950680557432616</id><published>2011-04-25T09:55:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:44:41.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>Recently I've really REALLY gotten into home design. Life has had a few changes and stresses (don't worry we are fine), and design has become my outlet. I could spend hours and hours at looking at websites, magazines, etsy...I love it. If only I had thousands and thousands of dollars to spend per room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite things and places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Elm furniture and bedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzAUt7p-pXY/TbWb4z0GgcI/AAAAAAAADck/lMK_elythbk/s1600/Aura%252520Inka%252520Smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553111988797890" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzAUt7p-pXY/TbWb4z0GgcI/AAAAAAAADck/lMK_elythbk/s320/Aura%252520Inka%252520Smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2lymWt2BlE/TbWb4h90R-I/AAAAAAAADcc/YqHKi18vR3E/s1600/20365805_003_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553107197708258" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2lymWt2BlE/TbWb4h90R-I/AAAAAAAADcc/YqHKi18vR3E/s320/20365805_003_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWajFNYhFKI/TbWgSpFCN1I/AAAAAAAADd8/57dNn4GEOF4/s1600/19692912_046_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599557953830139730" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWajFNYhFKI/TbWgSpFCN1I/AAAAAAAADd8/57dNn4GEOF4/s320/19692912_046_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute would this little shelf be in a baby girls nursery? (No, I'm not pregnant...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyQ--RS8kjY/TbWb4ue-wiI/AAAAAAAADcU/ORMrM3cWU8U/s1600/16229205_49_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553110558032418" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyQ--RS8kjY/TbWb4ue-wiI/AAAAAAAADcU/ORMrM3cWU8U/s320/16229205_49_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restoration Hardware&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skZIJqrgZvA/TbWctFyu8eI/AAAAAAAADdE/EQU6NBcNxsU/s1600/room%2Binspiration%2B29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599554010168095202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skZIJqrgZvA/TbWctFyu8eI/AAAAAAAADdE/EQU6NBcNxsU/s320/room%2Binspiration%2B29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my inspiration for Colton's future bedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etsy, fabric.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FVUKLPLznc/TbWdLttd_AI/AAAAAAAADd0/7IOiBhYH1Cw/s1600/Vol25%2Betsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599554536279505922" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FVUKLPLznc/TbWdLttd_AI/AAAAAAAADd0/7IOiBhYH1Cw/s320/Vol25%2Betsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this for a print for Colton's future room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7hB0FMpIpg/TbWctrfawBI/AAAAAAAADdc/oTBzquulfyg/s1600/chalkboard%2Bunited%2Bstates%2Bmap%2Betsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599554020287627282" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7hB0FMpIpg/TbWctrfawBI/AAAAAAAADdc/oTBzquulfyg/s320/chalkboard%2Bunited%2Bstates%2Bmap%2Betsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chalkboard map. Love it for Colton's future room.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFN44Mq6DDY/TbWdLQMB2MI/AAAAAAAADds/_t7bjdkzwbU/s1600/etsy%2Bbike%2Bpillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599554528354621634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFN44Mq6DDY/TbWdLQMB2MI/AAAAAAAADds/_t7bjdkzwbU/s320/etsy%2Bbike%2Bpillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNUyRuRCQsQ/TbWb5JDnC4I/AAAAAAAADcs/6_g2yrDsnX8/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BMedium_UF-767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553117690989442" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNUyRuRCQsQ/TbWb5JDnC4I/AAAAAAAADcs/6_g2yrDsnX8/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BMedium_UF-767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of grey, white, navy, and this green for Colton's future room...not sure, but I think I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uWjTYZS8e0/TbWdLWzYZBI/AAAAAAAADdk/EKbVTvQwo8M/s1600/I%2Bam%2Ba%2Bchild%2Bof%2Bgod%2Bprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599554530130289682" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uWjTYZS8e0/TbWdLWzYZBI/AAAAAAAADdk/EKbVTvQwo8M/s320/I%2Bam%2Ba%2Bchild%2Bof%2Bgod%2Bprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogs: 6th Street Design School, Apartment Therapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jjkH8rLooU/TbWb5aAnoiI/AAAAAAAADc0/BOpNbS3j0Qs/s1600/room%2Binspiration%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599553122241847842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jjkH8rLooU/TbWb5aAnoiI/AAAAAAAADc0/BOpNbS3j0Qs/s320/room%2Binspiration%2B7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UgOoNUT65U/TbWctHACkwI/AAAAAAAADc8/oykYiaXuNw4/s1600/room%2Binspiration%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599554010492343042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UgOoNUT65U/TbWctHACkwI/AAAAAAAADc8/oykYiaXuNw4/s320/room%2Binspiration%2B10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiMLOOsVw0g/TbWgS04JeEI/AAAAAAAADeE/D7i5riazwLk/s1600/room%2Binspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599557956997314626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiMLOOsVw0g/TbWgS04JeEI/AAAAAAAADeE/D7i5riazwLk/s320/room%2Binspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your favorite places to look? I'm open for any suggestions to further feed my design addiciton :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6230950680557432616?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6230950680557432616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6230950680557432616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6230950680557432616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6230950680557432616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/04/design.html' title='Design'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NzAUt7p-pXY/TbWb4z0GgcI/AAAAAAAADck/lMK_elythbk/s72-c/Aura%252520Inka%252520Smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-7448289166402785095</id><published>2011-04-05T13:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:46:29.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-518EC3Hber4/TZtxPdQpPeI/AAAAAAAADb4/vkV8wo_ulSE/s1600/mms1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-518EC3Hber4/TZtxPdQpPeI/AAAAAAAADb4/vkV8wo_ulSE/s320/mms1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592187872677019106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a perfect mom...you've probably never had to use the persuasive technique of &lt;b&gt;BRIBERY&lt;/b&gt; on your children. Good for you :) I, however, have...a&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; I love it&lt;/i&gt;. Allow me to explain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For months and months, going out was so difficult. SO so so difficult. Tantrum with the diaper change. Tantrum with the socks. Tantrum with the shoes. Tantrum going to the garage. Tantrum, flailing, back arching getting into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;. By the time I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; buckled in, I'd be in a FULL blown sweat and my heart would be pounding from me trying to keep in my frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where we meet the wonderful technique of bribery. I had already tried toys, food, letting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; do it on his own, wait for when he's ready...all of it. &lt;i&gt;So, I caved.&lt;/i&gt; In a moment of weakness I said, "I'll give you an m&amp;amp;m if you sit on the stairs while mommy gets you ready." In an instant the crying stopped, and he sat perfectly on the step. "I'll give you an m&amp;amp;m if you get in the car!" In an instant he would stop running in circles and get in the car. Nothing short of a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we are 3 months later and I'm happy to report, I still use m&amp;amp;ms (just 1 or 2) to get out of the house. My life is SO much better. I don't use m&amp;amp;ms for anything else, just this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judge if you will. But I love the power of those beautifully colored chocolate candies.&lt;i&gt; Thank you m&amp;amp;ms. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-7448289166402785095?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7448289166402785095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=7448289166402785095' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7448289166402785095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7448289166402785095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/04/bribery.html' title='Bribery.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-518EC3Hber4/TZtxPdQpPeI/AAAAAAAADb4/vkV8wo_ulSE/s72-c/mms1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3754722448751160305</id><published>2011-04-03T22:54:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:26:47.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready!</title><content type='html'>We are ready for Easter! Today we busted out our 3 Easter decorations...a mini bunny, table runner, and wind-up chick. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; And then, Colton embraced Easter by using multiple Easter decorations at the same time! Colton first laid out his bunny container for a bed, then put his little wind-up chick to sleep in the container....and then to provide comfort....placed a napkin blanket on top of the wind-up chick. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; To further help the wind-up chick fall asleep, Colton stroked its head and said "good night chick, go to sleep." Cute. Sweet. and a little creepy. Seriously, look at the eyes on that little chick! Right?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31icu9ro5js/TZlSlD0dCrI/AAAAAAAADbg/pU4s4LiIQn8/s1600/P1020421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591591208991132338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31icu9ro5js/TZlSlD0dCrI/AAAAAAAADbg/pU4s4LiIQn8/s400/P1020421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl8B4Ux81Z8/TZlSlw8I-OI/AAAAAAAADbw/wpYrrrdzGkc/s1600/P1020423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591591221102967010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl8B4Ux81Z8/TZlSlw8I-OI/AAAAAAAADbw/wpYrrrdzGkc/s400/P1020423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are READY for Easter! and somebody PLEASE help me with some cute Easter decorations/craft ideas. We are struggling here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3754722448751160305?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3754722448751160305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3754722448751160305' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3754722448751160305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3754722448751160305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/04/ready.html' title='Ready!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31icu9ro5js/TZlSlD0dCrI/AAAAAAAADbg/pU4s4LiIQn8/s72-c/P1020421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5424470363967022217</id><published>2011-03-23T22:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:40:03.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am aware.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jf7OCb_rcVg/TYrXS-_heGI/AAAAAAAADbY/L7ei7-I3npc/s1600/IMG_4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587515008853571682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jf7OCb_rcVg/TYrXS-_heGI/AAAAAAAADbY/L7ei7-I3npc/s400/IMG_4163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am aware that I have been severely lacking in the blogging category. &lt;strong&gt;Lame.&lt;/strong&gt; So, what has been occupying my time you might ask? The &lt;em&gt;day to day little stuff&lt;/em&gt;...spiced up with some fun stuff! (no, I'm not making a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; announcement yet. Patience my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day to day stuff:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;if you were to be a fly on the wall in my house, you would see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; and me flying around the house with arms outstretched yelling "To infinity and beyond!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; sometimes even enhances it with scenes from Toy Story such as "I can't fly...oh no...no fly! Crash" or "howdy partner!" or reenacting the Buzz Woody fight scene by going at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; bossing us around. Telling us where to go, how to get there, and what we should be doing. He recently criticized my shoe purchase, "No mom, take off those shoes. Yucky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; making sure HE is the one getting the attention. If Mike and I hug, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is in between us in SECOND telling us, "No, do not hug dad. Hug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;." He is pretty confident we are all on this world to just serve him :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; figuring out and getting frustrated. We build a lot. We build &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;. We build trains. We build blocks. He's very good at it. I love building, but it's scary because sometimes things don't go the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; wants and he gets really mad. He'll be sweetly playing with his trains and then all of a sudden...destroying the track, crying, and throwing his trains "No, no! Thomas is NOT going with the coal!" Terrible twos much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cool. Cool dances moves? Check. Cool buzz and woody mini toy sidekicks? Check. Cool sunglasses? Check. Ability to put sunglasses on &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;right? Check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; STILL being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. Do you guys remember that 12 month old child that didn't roll over? Well, there are still elements of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. He has a very hard time with stairs. He often turns around to go down on his tummy with a 3 in step. We're working on it. He also refuses to feed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt;. I seriously sit there and feed him all his meals with a fork while he sits with his mouth open like a baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I try to get him to do it he says, "No. Mommy do it!" (there is a reason I'm not even CONSIDERING potty training this child until he is 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; cheering on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; basketball! Yesterday I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jimmer&lt;/span&gt; shirt from my bro and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looked at it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Cougars! Go cougars!" I've trained him well :) Too bad he refuses to shoot a basketball and will ONLY lay it in. I've tried everything. This is slightly offensive to his daddy who loves the threes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...imagining...refusing food that days earlier he loved...hugs...face slaps (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; giving them, don't worry, NOT me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)...refusing naps...laughing...talking talking talking...jumping everywhere...throwing fits...reading books...singing songs...&lt;em&gt;you guys know the drill...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love it. Sure, I'm exhausted and he's a tricky toddler...but I could squeeze that boy all day long. I keep thinking I'll get used to his cuteness, but I never do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Cougars &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rock my world&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for improving the mood in our home by 100 times and giving us our most favorite March ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5424470363967022217?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5424470363967022217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5424470363967022217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5424470363967022217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5424470363967022217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-aware.html' title='I am aware.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jf7OCb_rcVg/TYrXS-_heGI/AAAAAAAADbY/L7ei7-I3npc/s72-c/IMG_4163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3209988573026502397</id><published>2011-02-27T22:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:56:31.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success.</title><content type='html'>Colton's 2nd birthday party was a big success. It started off with a little happy birthday singing and jumping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxcejUM3niM?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxcejUM3niM?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Yes, it is true that in all my child's bday pictures he has NO shorts. dang. YOU try and put shorts on him, and you'd understand why :) He IS 2 afterall :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then moved onto the decorations...(complete with Colton banner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFQv-QkU_e8/TWs1cGSLMDI/AAAAAAAADbA/NwfJJxirMxY/s1600/P1020380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578611320267943986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFQv-QkU_e8/TWs1cGSLMDI/AAAAAAAADbA/NwfJJxirMxY/s400/P1020380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and friends... (Ryan, you are the best!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZTsXkDAn-k/TWs2qPKQ5dI/AAAAAAAADbI/uEuA3FNF7F4/s1600/P1020358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578612662680479186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZTsXkDAn-k/TWs2qPKQ5dI/AAAAAAAADbI/uEuA3FNF7F4/s400/P1020358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yummy cake... (Colton picked out the Alien candle himself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q55BLYpuxXw/TWs1a0V-5kI/AAAAAAAADag/8KB2gZLmMcY/s1600/P1020362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578611298272208450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q55BLYpuxXw/TWs1a0V-5kI/AAAAAAAADag/8KB2gZLmMcY/s400/P1020362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(okay I love this picture, PLEASE take note of the 12 Thomas the Engine stickers that Colton put on his shirt. He's awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0RFp-cT8E0/TWs1b8UqbSI/AAAAAAAADa4/aCc4i2_VL-I/s1600/P1020375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmzYrp47s8w/TWs3Kv2077I/AAAAAAAADbQ/rvjvJFZyDWM/s1600/P1020374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613221213138866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmzYrp47s8w/TWs3Kv2077I/AAAAAAAADbQ/rvjvJFZyDWM/s400/P1020374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and presents...(OKAY please PEOPLE, tell me you remember this Fisher Price record toy? It was one of my favs as a kid. Well, Target now has this vintage toy section, and when I spotted this...I just HAD to have it. Smart Target. Very smart.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_tvXzOb9iI/TWs1bHGhZeI/AAAAAAAADao/jxyaHQh_DIs/s1600/P1020360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578611303307634146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_tvXzOb9iI/TWs1bHGhZeI/AAAAAAAADao/jxyaHQh_DIs/s400/P1020360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day. Great boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3209988573026502397?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3209988573026502397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3209988573026502397' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3209988573026502397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3209988573026502397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/02/success.html' title='Success.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFQv-QkU_e8/TWs1cGSLMDI/AAAAAAAADbA/NwfJJxirMxY/s72-c/P1020380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3181576553421461911</id><published>2011-02-25T15:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:02:44.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gESXQ3oAmrs/TWgx6D_o4lI/AAAAAAAADaA/rceCx3aMp2g/s1600/A%2Bkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763012072759890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gESXQ3oAmrs/TWgx6D_o4lI/AAAAAAAADaA/rceCx3aMp2g/s400/A%2Bkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was born. What a little stranger he was to me. I knew nothing about him and had no idea how to take care of him. I remember that first night in the hospital...I was sleeping...I remember hearing a noise and thinking, "what in the world is that?" Once I fully woke up, I realized it was MY baby, crying. I was terrified. "What in the world am I supposed to do with a crying baby? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; MY crying baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to think of this little stranger. Now, 2 years later...I know every little thing about him. I know exactly where his freckles are. I know what reaction he is going to give in any given situation. I know his strengths, his tendencies, his fears. Mike put it well the other day, "it's like you two are a little married couple." We have our little routine, stick to it, and love it. He comes to me for comfort, I come to him for snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best little buddy. I would choose him out of anything in the world.  Happy 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday to my best little friend. We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxOmaTpOFg/TWgx6dP4RMI/AAAAAAAADaQ/YU3R7exGjvQ/s1600/A%2Bbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763018851763394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PxOmaTpOFg/TWgx6dP4RMI/AAAAAAAADaQ/YU3R7exGjvQ/s400/A%2Bbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdbH9-LMmWM/TWgx6LhP_pI/AAAAAAAADaI/ZHBdA5KBXXM/s1600/A%2Bdouble%2Bkiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763014092783250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdbH9-LMmWM/TWgx6LhP_pI/AAAAAAAADaI/ZHBdA5KBXXM/s400/A%2Bdouble%2Bkiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_opGLj5Uek/TWgx6QhKWJI/AAAAAAAADaY/kEL2N1tnPG0/s1600/A%2Bsuperman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577763015434590354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_opGLj5Uek/TWgx6QhKWJI/AAAAAAAADaY/kEL2N1tnPG0/s400/A%2Bsuperman.bmp" 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/3664196838319003071-3181576553421461911?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3181576553421461911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3181576553421461911' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3181576553421461911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3181576553421461911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-years-ago.html' title='2 years ago...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gESXQ3oAmrs/TWgx6D_o4lI/AAAAAAAADaA/rceCx3aMp2g/s72-c/A%2Bkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2415557590032463622</id><published>2011-02-21T21:53:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:28:17.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNzLygNyddQ/TWNFXUrLZTI/AAAAAAAADZg/knIlBqomBSE/s1600/P1020346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576377030603924786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNzLygNyddQ/TWNFXUrLZTI/AAAAAAAADZg/knIlBqomBSE/s400/P1020346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*"Be careful, guy!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; up to the man repelling down the rock.* (story continued later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had to describe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; in a few words, one of them would certainly be &lt;em&gt;cautious&lt;/em&gt;. I've watched him take 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to climb down a step at the park. He stops. He analyzes it. He places his hands on a pole...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slloooowwwllyy&lt;/span&gt; steps down. I've been known to give him a little push down a slide to finally make him go down. I've seen him stop at a 2 in ramp, get on his tummy, and back down over the 2 in ramp. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has never let anyone just randomly hold him besides me and Mike. It took us 7 months to get him to go on his own to nursery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, there are some real benefits to a cautious child...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will NEVER walk off with a stranger or run away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He plays on the playground exactly how he's supposed to and doesn't try anything crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He stays close by my side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a mama's boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks through things before he does them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's a rather calm child and does a lot of building and playing rather than sprinting and dumping toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, done with that random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;analyzing&lt;/span&gt;...Now onto the story from today! We went hiking at Red Rock. Just the sight of the big rocks make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; shake and hold on to me while saying "&lt;strong&gt;hold you! hold you!&lt;/strong&gt;" I eventually got him to step foot on the ground, but he only would when it was the dirt...NOT the rocks. Then...he eventually started walking around...then crawling on the rocks...then walking on the rocks while holding my hand...then walking all by himself. I was so proud of him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure the people around us were chuckling at Mike and me praising "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, way to go bud! You are walking...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We are so proud of you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cute, cautious, little buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3OCP01tp9s/TWNFXwmqn6I/AAAAAAAADZo/mRrQNqXlHNM/s1600/P1020349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576377038101192610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3OCP01tp9s/TWNFXwmqn6I/AAAAAAAADZo/mRrQNqXlHNM/s400/P1020349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEfnmAHUcZs/TWNFYVW3C0I/AAAAAAAADZw/__wa23gOubA/s1600/P1020343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576377047967009602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEfnmAHUcZs/TWNFYVW3C0I/AAAAAAAADZw/__wa23gOubA/s400/P1020343.JPG" border="0" /&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/3664196838319003071-2415557590032463622?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2415557590032463622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2415557590032463622' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2415557590032463622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2415557590032463622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/02/caution.html' title='CAUTION'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNzLygNyddQ/TWNFXUrLZTI/AAAAAAAADZg/knIlBqomBSE/s72-c/P1020346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6290673257263161403</id><published>2011-02-12T14:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:53:11.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>In celebration of the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I've been feeling a little crafty. So, while visiting Houston, my MIL and I made these adorable wreaths (my MIL is the best!). And the best part is, it was around $7, and I can switch out the middle and use it for the 4th and Christmas too! (burlap cut up and tied around a straw wreath) &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPipHTPxOAM/TVb-AHKn3vI/AAAAAAAADYg/rzuV_ru4RaA/s1600/P1020335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572920866794626802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPipHTPxOAM/TVb-AHKn3vI/AAAAAAAADYg/rzuV_ru4RaA/s400/P1020335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm into NOT spending any money right now, I also made this cute "I love you" sign with scrapbook paper. Not the most original idea, but for $2, it's perfect. Colton even noticed it and now says "mommy loves daddy Colton" every time he sees it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11elGwkHrug/TVb-AoY9dsI/AAAAAAAADYo/shF0ytAYFyo/s1600/P1020341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572920875713132226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-11elGwkHrug/TVb-AoY9dsI/AAAAAAAADYo/shF0ytAYFyo/s400/P1020341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxs1G02jwaw/TVb-A2yqlSI/AAAAAAAADYw/kkAP5gDcrLw/s1600/P1020342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572920879579043106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxs1G02jwaw/TVb-A2yqlSI/AAAAAAAADYw/kkAP5gDcrLw/s400/P1020342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we are talking about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I have to mention the 2 loves of my life. My husband Mike, and my little man Colton. These boys bring me so much joy. Mike is world's best husband and dad...doing dishes...cleaning...helping with Colton...changing diapers...you name it he does it, all without asking. Colton is the man. He cracks me up and his cheeks are just impossible NOT to kiss. I am very lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acjDLNvVzys/TVb9_4VSrzI/AAAAAAAADYY/0Q2M-6qNz7M/s1600/P1020301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572920862812843826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acjDLNvVzys/TVb9_4VSrzI/AAAAAAAADYY/0Q2M-6qNz7M/s400/P1020301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is Colton's lego creation. He's into matching colors these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0DfixEjtx4/TVb-BQXA8WI/AAAAAAAADY4/CnZnp09wsbY/s1600/P1020338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572920886442389858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0DfixEjtx4/TVb-BQXA8WI/AAAAAAAADY4/CnZnp09wsbY/s400/P1020338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is Colton with friend Ryan at the Mandalay Bay Shark Reef. Colton did not believe me that the glass would keep the sharks away, so he enjoyed the view from 20 feet away on these boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyuiLcboV4k/TVb_eZXPCAI/AAAAAAAADZQ/RNtOKPRRUiM/s1600/P1020324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572922486587066370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyuiLcboV4k/TVb_eZXPCAI/AAAAAAAADZQ/RNtOKPRRUiM/s400/P1020324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wBKrfx8VZI/TVb_d4eUg7I/AAAAAAAADZI/dGrdWl_u2aY/s1600/P1020322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572922477758415794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wBKrfx8VZI/TVb_d4eUg7I/AAAAAAAADZI/dGrdWl_u2aY/s400/P1020322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below Colton enjoys the Vegas snow. After about 2 mins he was so soaked that we just went inside. Take note how the snow sticks better to the fake turf over other surfaces. Hooray for fake grass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBS92W_oi5g/TVb_do5OBeI/AAAAAAAADZA/Icajdh12sFY/s1600/P1020318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572922473576269282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBS92W_oi5g/TVb_do5OBeI/AAAAAAAADZA/Icajdh12sFY/s400/P1020318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6290673257263161403?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6290673257263161403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6290673257263161403' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6290673257263161403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6290673257263161403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPipHTPxOAM/TVb-AHKn3vI/AAAAAAAADYg/rzuV_ru4RaA/s72-c/P1020335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2234899019366499486</id><published>2011-01-29T21:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:04:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtWywyCCI/AAAAAAAADXg/vwGVLIGKbeI/s1600/table6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567836015176058914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtWywyCCI/AAAAAAAADXg/vwGVLIGKbeI/s400/table6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart this table. I heart this table SOOO much. It's from Restoration Hardware and it crazy expensive, as in almost $3,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, isn't the salvaged wood so rustic and amazing. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtXKcXZXI/AAAAAAAADXo/O1Ff2M0ISJc/s1600/table5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567836021532878194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtXKcXZXI/AAAAAAAADXo/O1Ff2M0ISJc/s400/table5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite website ana-white.com has plans for this table below...not bad right? And it probably only costs about $50 in lumber, maybe $100 overall. And with my budget right now of nothing, that's definitely a little closer than $3,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Should I...or should I not make this table? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(actual built tables from ana white plans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTw548o49I/AAAAAAAADYI/8javRBgGgh0/s1600/table7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567839916666708946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTw548o49I/AAAAAAAADYI/8javRBgGgh0/s400/table7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtXhgM3UI/AAAAAAAADYA/nAvAWUOoETA/s1600/table3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567836027722980674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtXhgM3UI/AAAAAAAADYA/nAvAWUOoETA/s400/table3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtXpy99gI/AAAAAAAADX4/ym6NZ9vRO6Y/s1600/table2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567836029949179394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtXpy99gI/AAAAAAAADX4/ym6NZ9vRO6Y/s400/table2.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/3664196838319003071-2234899019366499486?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2234899019366499486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2234899019366499486' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2234899019366499486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2234899019366499486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-one.html' title='I want one.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUTtWywyCCI/AAAAAAAADXg/vwGVLIGKbeI/s72-c/table6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4485010963075726195</id><published>2011-01-26T22:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:47:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEEk9knGhI/AAAAAAAADWo/kMSdxCzUlqs/s1600/Jimmer-Fredette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566735647456565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEEk9knGhI/AAAAAAAADWo/kMSdxCzUlqs/s400/Jimmer-Fredette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have BYU pride. I love BYU. I love the school. I love BYU sports. and if you know me...you know that I love BYU basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...like...I love it so much that I &lt;em&gt;cried&lt;/em&gt; last year during the NCAA tournament game of BYU vs. Florida (and I never cry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&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;...like...my blood boils and heart races when someone disses byu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&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;...like...I danced and ran around my room like a &lt;em&gt;fool &lt;/em&gt;tonight during byu's AMAZING win vs. San Diego State. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&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;People say I take BYU basketball too personally. Well, my friends, you would too if your husband played all four years and your uncle were the head coach for the past 6 years. BYU basketball=Rose family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEE4bH3RxI/AAAAAAAADXI/oo-Rn2Z8fao/s1600/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566735981806569234" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEE4bH3RxI/AAAAAAAADXI/oo-Rn2Z8fao/s400/mike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEE4XrRHqI/AAAAAAAADXA/5j0Xu8iz_Vw/s1600/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566735980881321634" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEE4XrRHqI/AAAAAAAADXA/5j0Xu8iz_Vw/s400/dave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lovin' it. WAY TO GO COUGS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-4485010963075726195?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4485010963075726195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4485010963075726195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4485010963075726195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4485010963075726195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/01/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TUEEk9knGhI/AAAAAAAADWo/kMSdxCzUlqs/s72-c/Jimmer-Fredette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6849356231187976592</id><published>2011-01-09T22:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:04:36.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot</title><content type='html'>Colton has turned into a little robot recently. More specifically, Colton has turned into a little Goofy robot named "Mr. Goofbot" (from his fav Mickey Mouse Clubhouse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come around our house at practically any time of any day, this is pretty much what you'll see. He's a little obsessed. But it's a cute obsession, so I encourage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkUh6-KYMCE?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkUh6-KYMCE?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6849356231187976592?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6849356231187976592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6849356231187976592' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6849356231187976592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6849356231187976592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/01/robot.html' title='Robot'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2814428918287323940</id><published>2011-01-04T21:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:01:28.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TSP5hpme-kI/AAAAAAAADWg/oibBYhrNs30/s1600/colton%2Bwoody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558560721603590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TSP5hpme-kI/AAAAAAAADWg/oibBYhrNs30/s400/colton%2Bwoody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; pictured above in a woody hat with cousin and buddy Aaron in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas vacation was wonderful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viginia&lt;/span&gt; was beautiful as always and family is the best. I ate lots and LOTS of food. I held my sisters baby for the first time. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; lots of presents. I stayed up way too late and didn't change out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt; for a majority of the trip. It was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now we are back home in Vegas. I feel like my house has exploded. Boxes for Christmas decorations, halfway unpacked suitcases, and new toys that haven't yet found a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm on day 2 of my post-vacation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recuperation&lt;/span&gt;...and I think I need another 5 days until I'm above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. 2011 here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2814428918287323940?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2814428918287323940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2814428918287323940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2814428918287323940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2814428918287323940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2011/01/digging-out.html' title='Digging Out'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TSP5hpme-kI/AAAAAAAADWg/oibBYhrNs30/s72-c/colton%2Bwoody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6382664781077294135</id><published>2010-12-09T16:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:26:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous</title><content type='html'>I know you all are jealous...because you wish you had THIS little elf helping around your house this Christmas season. Yeah, he's pretty cute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548825867839597810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TQFjulUT7PI/AAAAAAAADVo/UEEfRlEVLuY/s400/P1020203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548825879443688754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TQFjvQi8TTI/AAAAAAAADVw/b0eo8gchj40/s400/P1020196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Complete with polar bear PJ bottoms. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548825859355256914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TQFjuFtfKFI/AAAAAAAADVg/ZiakTUmbRJM/s400/P1020202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not quite Colton....almost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548825893113075602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TQFjwDd-l5I/AAAAAAAADV4/YT5LN6XnVZI/s400/P1020209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're gettin there bud...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548825902650007186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TQFjwm_wnpI/AAAAAAAADWA/jhOT10faVNU/s400/P1020211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for Christmas and little helpers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6382664781077294135?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6382664781077294135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6382664781077294135' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6382664781077294135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6382664781077294135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/12/jealous.html' title='jealous'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TQFjulUT7PI/AAAAAAAADVo/UEEfRlEVLuY/s72-c/P1020203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2086624777778601814</id><published>2010-11-18T14:34:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:53:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWeonXnAqI/AAAAAAAADVY/XJGfPE_Wgfw/s1600/P1020185.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWdtPfZFOI/AAAAAAAADUg/XwoZvcBd-94/s1600/P1020181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541008317127136482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWdtPfZFOI/AAAAAAAADUg/XwoZvcBd-94/s400/P1020181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what makes me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; today: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes, I did it already. I decorated for Christmas.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stockings and Christmas trees &lt;/strong&gt;pictured above)&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I made our stockings last year. Love them. I also love my new lime green and white ornaments and added to our tree this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini snow globes. &lt;/strong&gt;I am obsessed with miniature things. My MIL gave me these and I love them. Santa, teddy bear AND snowman. Amazingly cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541008325694480210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWdtvaAX1I/AAAAAAAADUw/xFxkVEIqjbE/s400/P1020177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clay nativity I made in elementary school.&lt;/strong&gt; Do you see the mini nativity in the attic? Yeah, I made that too...it's mini, and I love it. (My mom put all the figures in this cool wooden house a few years ago. Thanks mom!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541008337075899506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWduZzjDHI/AAAAAAAADU4/CbICZgASwhY/s400/P1020178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calendar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Me and my friend Brooke made these last year. I spent time doing each magnet number, and I love each unique one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541009323303791362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWenzymawI/AAAAAAAADVI/QoVNKqgSVFM/s400/P1020173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nativity. &lt;/strong&gt;Although I'm still missing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wisemen&lt;/span&gt;, I'm positive this is the most gorgeous nativity set out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541009331800029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWeoTcQutI/AAAAAAAADVQ/Epz55COhWQ8/s400/P1020183.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini Santa clothes. &lt;/strong&gt;(are you sensing a "mini" theme here?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;...mini Santa, Mrs. Claus, and elf clothes hung by clothes pins. Does life get better than that? No, no it doesn't. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541008340370526866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWdumFDEpI/AAAAAAAADVA/dHW6ifgQKyw/s400/P1020180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and as always...my &lt;strong&gt;boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; and bigger boy Mike&lt;/strong&gt;. Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; pictured mixing up something. We give him whatever we find and have him mix it to keep him entertained. I believe this has sprinkles, water, peanuts, crackers, and cheese. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yumm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541008321541622754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWdtf74y-I/AAAAAAAADUo/U8dopvQlmS4/s400/P1020168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, that it what makes me happy today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2086624777778601814?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2086624777778601814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2086624777778601814' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2086624777778601814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2086624777778601814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TOWdtPfZFOI/AAAAAAAADUg/XwoZvcBd-94/s72-c/P1020181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4483683323544194961</id><published>2010-11-08T00:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:12:33.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome.</title><content type='html'>I love my boys. Mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; regularly like to jam it out to the keyboard in the guest room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has become a pro at copying Mike's dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight moves in this video include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-swaying&lt;br /&gt;-clap and slow graceful clap&lt;br /&gt;-head nod&lt;br /&gt;-the N Sync finger crowd point&lt;br /&gt;-graceful hand cupping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mike's disclaimer: Mike says he is normally a better dancer but had to dumb down the moves for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KusMeS2Z69w?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KusMeS2Z69w?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-4483683323544194961?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4483683323544194961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4483683323544194961' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4483683323544194961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4483683323544194961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/11/awesome.html' title='Awesome.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6876929152345746028</id><published>2010-11-01T21:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:17:15.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Over the past year I have been gradually redoing my bedroom. Last week when my mom came in town, we found this amazing deal on nice fabric ($2.50 a yard!) and made some curtains. Now my bedroom is basically done, besides a few finishing touches. I love the way it looks! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534797438508614706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TM-M8hoMRDI/AAAAAAAADT0/FxxPKYBGJyE/s400/IMGP2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534797450489209922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TM-M9OQlpEI/AAAAAAAADT8/4kZgMnpjwcA/s400/IMGP2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a list of the improvements made over the past year (super affordable):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New headboard, made by me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New dresser/nightstand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New comforter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New curtains, made by me and mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AFTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534800508740710610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TM-PvPIkMNI/AAAAAAAADUE/zqAbDwgwkTA/s400/P1020156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534800515452345554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TM-PvoIvnNI/AAAAAAAADUM/T7SzJwOfXvE/s400/P1020159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534800529304600002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TM-PwbvYPcI/AAAAAAAADUU/rNu9rRFlwQU/s400/P1020160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and no, I do not intend to keep a little giraffe and teddy bear stuffed animal on my little ladder stand :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6876929152345746028?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6876929152345746028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6876929152345746028' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6876929152345746028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6876929152345746028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/11/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TM-M8hoMRDI/AAAAAAAADT0/FxxPKYBGJyE/s72-c/IMGP2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-7981304686502277111</id><published>2010-10-29T13:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:02:02.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533555702844156322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsjl_zc6aI/AAAAAAAADTE/4-n-3RKNXVI/s400/P1020144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's a plane...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533555706269882642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsjmMkNWRI/AAAAAAAADTM/r6BrW7neWfo/s400/P1020147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPERMAN!&lt;/span&gt; and...it's the cutest, coolest little superman &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;, I'm convinced. Sorry if you child was also superman, because Colton looked more awesome than your kid :). (joking of course) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557771163375362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsleY5LlwI/AAAAAAAADTk/a48NU3JRyyw/s400/P1020148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to &lt;em&gt;make him a cape&lt;/em&gt; and keep the rest normal because I knew he wouldn't tolerate a costume. Good call on my part because it all worked out perfectly and he kept the costume on the whole night. (I'm superwoman, mike is a dice, and my mom is just super festively dressed. More on "my awesome mom came to visit us" week in a later post.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533555677345602498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsjkg0H28I/AAAAAAAADSs/G_Cxk8puI4E/s400/69480_10150308530290355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557774996765170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMslenLIefI/AAAAAAAADTs/HkQaAUEKizw/s400/P1020150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557761327601954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsld0QJmSI/AAAAAAAADTc/EctgpS4OsDc/s400/P1020137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533557752738418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsldUQVDlI/AAAAAAAADTU/cpG4bjqmO_0/s400/P1020114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533555689035507810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsjlMXNqGI/AAAAAAAADS0/c95OsaaIG44/s400/P1020130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so proud of my cape!&lt;/span&gt; Here is an up close of what I made, and all for $6! Shiny blue fabric, red fabric, some good scissor work with red and yellow felt, iron on, and sewing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533555691102000834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsjlUD51sI/AAAAAAAADS8/7llHBb1KD8M/s400/P1020109.JPG" border="0" /&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/3664196838319003071-7981304686502277111?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7981304686502277111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=7981304686502277111' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7981304686502277111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7981304686502277111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-bird.html' title='It&apos;s a bird...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TMsjl_zc6aI/AAAAAAAADTE/4-n-3RKNXVI/s72-c/P1020144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-395440599499559324</id><published>2010-10-20T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T22:20:50.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--RyEgsqI/AAAAAAAADSQ/8XiEz2Xs1CA/s1600/P1020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530348080142004898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--RyEgsqI/AAAAAAAADSQ/8XiEz2Xs1CA/s400/P1020088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was daddy's &lt;strong&gt;birthday&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday, so I helped Colton make a little something for him: &lt;em&gt;a car painted by Colton&lt;/em&gt;. I wasn't sure how he'd do, but I was very impressed! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colton was very focused...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530348096712219746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--SvzKHGI/AAAAAAAADSg/jHUg1M5P1X4/s400/P1020090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He carefully picked out each color and would proclaim "LLELLOW! BLEWW!" while picking out the colors...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530348073744566914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--RaPPioI/AAAAAAAADSI/LMgaLxsORY0/s400/P1020083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even made sure to paint inside of the hole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530348086899261170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--SLPkPvI/AAAAAAAADSY/tDl1E3j3OxM/s400/P1020091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would say "other one"when he was ready to switch paint brushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530348070280987474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--RNVdg1I/AAAAAAAADSA/iJpwtzoP8r0/s400/P1020082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think it was the perfect present :)&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/3664196838319003071-395440599499559324?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/395440599499559324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=395440599499559324' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/395440599499559324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/395440599499559324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/working-hard.html' title='Working Hard'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TL--RyEgsqI/AAAAAAAADSQ/8XiEz2Xs1CA/s72-c/P1020088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1142576179673047341</id><published>2010-10-15T14:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:24:58.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy Face</title><content type='html'>Umm....Mike taught Colton a new trick and it is probably my most favorite trick yet: the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FISHY FACE.&lt;/span&gt; I probably love it so much because he always tries to keep himself from smiling or laughing while he is doing it. Colton, you are one cool kid and mommy's best buddy--love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we sing Old MacDonald allllll day long, any favorite creative animal/sound suggestions are welcome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VTJ7bWxhoc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VTJ7bWxhoc?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1142576179673047341?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1142576179673047341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1142576179673047341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1142576179673047341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1142576179673047341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/fishy-face.html' title='Fishy Face'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4415357457267900663</id><published>2010-10-06T22:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:43:15.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just potatoes?</title><content type='html'>My sister just moved to BOISE...and I have to say, I LOVE it. Sidewalks, front yards, back yards, beautiful weather, college town, city, farm, affordable houses...and best of all my sister and her kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't guess it by Colton's facial expressions in these pictures, but he had a great time and loved hanging out with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Oh for Colton to have a cousin within 10 hours driving distance. Sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start....OUTSIDE. Weather in Boise is like Provo but with a milder winter. 4 seasons! Sounds pretty great? Yeah, I think so too! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525152908129064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1JS-K_1MI/AAAAAAAADRA/VBD0eleINmc/s400/P1010981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then we go...INSIDE. I love my sister's new house. It's my dream house complete with giant play room, wood floors, high ceilings, granite countertops, and my favorite people!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525152910276875858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1JTGLE1lI/AAAAAAAADRI/Das0Ka2zOfg/s400/P1010984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525153865874668258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1KKuDV-uI/AAAAAAAADR4/EBB5zFN7hbg/s400/P1020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then we DRIVE around (or do a 10 mile run Sat morning-I'm training for a half marathon) a bit...farms, but also lots of neighborhoods, city, BSU, malls close by, and a zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1KKcYauiI/AAAAAAAADRw/Xa1D9SQ23bg/s1600/P1020016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525153861131221538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1KKcYauiI/AAAAAAAADRw/Xa1D9SQ23bg/s400/P1020016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1KKDIdVLI/AAAAAAAADRo/BEMfvVYyhL0/s1600/P1010999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525153854353396914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1KKDIdVLI/AAAAAAAADRo/BEMfvVYyhL0/s400/P1010999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1JUEeHPqI/AAAAAAAADRY/HVpuJ8LOt60/s1600/P1020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525152926999723682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1JUEeHPqI/AAAAAAAADRY/HVpuJ8LOt60/s400/P1020006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525152931589323858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1JUVkW_FI/AAAAAAAADRg/8bG_brM7Jg4/s400/P1020014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and yes, aren't my nieces and nephews the cutest? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I hope I changed your view of Boise, Idaho...I'm sold! &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/3664196838319003071-4415357457267900663?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4415357457267900663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4415357457267900663' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4415357457267900663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4415357457267900663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-potatoes.html' title='just potatoes?'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TK1JS-K_1MI/AAAAAAAADRA/VBD0eleINmc/s72-c/P1010981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6620571890445677330</id><published>2010-09-19T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:34:56.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TJbjtD2Rr3I/AAAAAAAADQY/Ly1xkCrfjXI/s1600/P1010969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518848756655697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TJbjtD2Rr3I/AAAAAAAADQY/Ly1xkCrfjXI/s400/P1010969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What happens to your little boy when you babysit 3 extra girls the whole week? You learn how to push a stroller, play dress up, use a fake microwave, and brush hair. You also learn how to scream, pull dresses and kick. Yes, we are tired. No, Colton is not ready for a little sister yet! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518848767494289714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TJbjtsOZeTI/AAAAAAAADQg/l7cCEB47ZvY/s400/P1010971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518848783811835906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TJbjupAzeAI/AAAAAAAADQw/I2POFFIPxV4/s400/P1010973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518848793255646002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TJbjvMMYkzI/AAAAAAAADQ4/sxh0ps7HC50/s400/P1010979.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6620571890445677330?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6620571890445677330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6620571890445677330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6620571890445677330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6620571890445677330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TJbjtD2Rr3I/AAAAAAAADQY/Ly1xkCrfjXI/s72-c/P1010969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-402414558327365468</id><published>2010-09-12T21:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:51:53.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236644836288610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cAJB1qGI/AAAAAAAADPI/ZNRh1fAZM7s/s400/colton+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm too lazy to think of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt; or creative post, so I'll just tell you what we've been up to. We sure lived it up for the last few weeks of summer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has been a blast now that ALL 4 MOLARS are in. It may have taken us all summer, but he did it. He also says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;evvveeerrryyyything&lt;/span&gt; and talks in sentences. My favorite is when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was asked by his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grammy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, you are so cute. Did you know that."&lt;br /&gt;To which he responded with: &lt;em&gt;"I know that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Cute kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newport Beach to visit great grandma Farrell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; loved Newport, but how can you NOT when you are staying at a house on the bay and a mile from the ocean? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; wasn't so sure about the sand, but did love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bir&lt;/span&gt;-days (birds). He also loved great grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2dBr2RmcI/AAAAAAAADP4/jVpRN__BiD4/s1600/P1010948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237770874526146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2dBr2RmcI/AAAAAAAADP4/jVpRN__BiD4/s400/P1010948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cClBUGlI/AAAAAAAADPo/wOmZ-JuI4Xo/s1600/P1010946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236686710020690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cClBUGlI/AAAAAAAADPo/wOmZ-JuI4Xo/s400/P1010946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cB3M2v3I/AAAAAAAADPg/n1xULN3DCcM/s1600/P1010941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236674410397554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cB3M2v3I/AAAAAAAADPg/n1xULN3DCcM/s400/P1010941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cBdjJRpI/AAAAAAAADPY/aA6EANB5KEE/s1600/P1010937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236667524564626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cBdjJRpI/AAAAAAAADPY/aA6EANB5KEE/s400/P1010937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PROVO Utah surprise trip&lt;/strong&gt; to visit Mike's mom for her 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! The surprise was perfect! We enjoyed spending time with family, skateboarding, and sitting in box seats (thanks Roses!) for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237761229750082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2dBH6x_0I/AAAAAAAADPw/M0ZLnimGYcE/s400/P1010949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237791300770194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2dC38RWZI/AAAAAAAADQI/ruFDMKL59cU/s400/P1010956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237782257847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2dCWQRTdI/AAAAAAAADQA/bIzoUWSPe-4/s400/P1010955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lazy days&lt;/strong&gt;...we also have enjoyed lounging while watching some good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; Baby Einstein. I don't know what I would do w/o that show! It's my only 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; a day when I can get something done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516236655667928242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cAxYTXLI/AAAAAAAADPQ/xdDuLGdhABE/s400/P1010929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being crafty.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been in a "doing" mood recently. Here is one of my fun projects I put together one afternoon: a wipe/diaper case with yellow lining. Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237801709540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2dDet6lmI/AAAAAAAADQQ/ObQfpAV13HM/s400/P1010961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;RUNNNNNING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm training for a half marathon in Nov in St. George. So I spend a lot of time running. I love it though. I did my 8 mile run on Sat and felt pretty good. It's a cool feeling to run further than you ever have before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-402414558327365468?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/402414558327365468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=402414558327365468' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/402414558327365468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/402414558327365468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/09/keeping-busy.html' title='keeping busy'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TI2cAJB1qGI/AAAAAAAADPI/ZNRh1fAZM7s/s72-c/colton+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8130649083623705499</id><published>2010-08-19T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:32:39.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>...I felt bad about my post last week bashing my wonderful, although whiny, child. So, this week I am posting just darling things of my child. He really is quite hysterical these days with all the things he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dancing &lt;/span&gt;is a favorite of mine, and here is a video of it (you really don't need to watch all of it). He makes me take out a blanket of dogs so he can dance on that. He also does this awesome arms up and down thing to make his stomping, or dancing, even MORE advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8pyY41jQGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8pyY41jQGk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;golf swing&lt;/span&gt;. Colton has been known to hold anything long and skinny like pencils, magnadoodle pens, straws... and IMMEDIATELY do a golf swing with them. Here is his swing in action. Uhhhh don't mind the whining at the end, that's just proof I don't make it all up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdzpqbgaUg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdzpqbgaUg4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs and books. The kid could read books all day with me and sing songs. One of the favs is 5 little monkeys. He is GREAT with the hand motions...you've gotta watch it. Pretty sure my child is the most talented 17 mo and 3 week old out there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPv9y2wiUig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPv9y2wiUig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, so Colton is SUPER cute too :) and I do love love LOVE him to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8130649083623705499?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8130649083623705499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8130649083623705499' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8130649083623705499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8130649083623705499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/08/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2594586260973839688</id><published>2010-08-13T14:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:44:21.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Blown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWnKR0DXAI/AAAAAAAADNc/wC5Aa7OxZwA/s1600/P1010925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504989914552556546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWnKR0DXAI/AAAAAAAADNc/wC5Aa7OxZwA/s400/P1010925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please allow me to have a momentary vent, I don't feel like being my normal positive and upbeat self right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have entered the full blown terrible twos (yes, I know my child is only 18 mos). By 9:30 am this morning I was already completely exhausted and at my wits end...and I only have ONE child! I know ever other mom is in the same boat as me, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to play a little game of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; to better understand how our morning has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; a cute little boy who got a hair cut this morning at a friend's house and screamed until he almost threw up and thrashed his body the whole time. It took me, my friends husband holding him still, and my friend cutting his hair. Yes we tried suckers, movies, all of it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504989908979493554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWnJ9DVKrI/AAAAAAAADNU/htyS8ZMjvKQ/s400/P1010924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(family room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; a phone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; threw at mommy's head, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; (in the basket) that were thrown at everything. They are now sitting in timeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; the room where a diaper was changed while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was standing up running around the room. This is typical for every diaper change of every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504990999833541938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWoJczM_TI/AAAAAAAADNk/eWYjI7DjVqU/s400/P1010918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(stairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; who sat in time out about 8 times today already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504991008283232498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWoJ8RxCPI/AAAAAAAADNs/JJg-n_v8EPc/s400/P1010922.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (bath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; the bathtub that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; stood in, kicked in, and screamed in while I spent a whole 30 seconds trying to rinse off the hair from his haircut. He has fought us on baths the past 2 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504991010897451202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWoKGBC2MI/AAAAAAAADN0/MsLbcaADar4/s400/P1010926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (kitchen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; the chair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; stood on and proceeded to shake until I finally didn't allow him to sit on it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; the can of pear juice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; spilled on the floor...and THEN slipped in and hit his head (red towel shown to wipe up spill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt; raisins that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; poured on the floor along with countless food items that were each individually thrown and followed with him saying "no no throw food..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504989880763143842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWnIT8B1qI/AAAAAAAADM8/-zNXWYc4Jbk/s400/P1010912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504989897400089458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWnJR6le3I/AAAAAAAADNM/i-Y_vXvuelU/s400/P1010916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not pictured...I spy a little boy sleeping in his crib 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt; because mommy simply cannot handle him anymore. And yes, he screamed his way up to his crib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. Take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;looonnnggg&lt;/span&gt; nap. Mommy loves you but doesn't want to see you for a few hours. &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/3664196838319003071-2594586260973839688?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2594586260973839688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2594586260973839688' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2594586260973839688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2594586260973839688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/08/full-blown.html' title='Full Blown'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TGWnKR0DXAI/AAAAAAAADNc/wC5Aa7OxZwA/s72-c/P1010925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5283808335854787620</id><published>2010-08-06T23:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:07:07.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502541913327270674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz0t2mR-xI/AAAAAAAADLk/Stfm-dkYc-4/s400/IMG_9985+edited+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Life has just been the regular around here. Colton is almost 18 months old and so fun but ALSO now into the full blown toddler/tantrum/terrible twos stage (why do they call it terrible twos if my child started it at 15 months?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is as cute as ever, and as opinionated and stubborn as ever...but what did I expect, he IS my son :) He has started talking in sentences (his most fav being "I want dada"), can fold his arms for prayers, locate temples in pictures, give high fives, run, give me kisses which turn into face slaps, and sit in time out while shaking his hand and saying "no no throw legos". haha. Love this kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what we've been up to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to stay cool&lt;/strong&gt; in the Vegas summer heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502541966959071714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz0w-ZGUeI/AAAAAAAADME/aUa-PZrxDHY/s400/P1010903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502541956105625282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz0wV9b3sI/AAAAAAAADL8/ZmDT8cC2VoA/s400/P1010901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling&lt;/strong&gt; and running into things all the time causing awesome goose eggs!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502541937328332242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz0vQAlHdI/AAAAAAAADL0/xdmfsMziDIM/s400/P1010881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teething a BA-ZILLION molars&lt;/strong&gt;...causing mommy and daddy to pull out ALL the stops (YES, that is Colton in a Cozy Coupe Car, while watching Baby Einstein, with a basketball hoop and ball, AND his puppy on the roof. TEETHING IS ROUGH. If anyone wants to ask me what it's like to hold a 30 lb child all day long, go ahead :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502541920694727170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz0uSC0cgI/AAAAAAAADLs/fsa9kynxU58/s400/P1010874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanging out with friends&lt;/strong&gt; (Ryan), still drinking a bottle -- don't judge me...we still use it a couple times a day for milk -- , and traveling everywhere with his puppy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502542872781668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz1ls2CPrI/AAAAAAAADMM/wHblEjGmqbs/s400/P1010907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502544272634870482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz23LtC-tI/AAAAAAAADMU/1ubyuDdwecI/s400/P1010863.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And that's our life right now. Probably pretty similar to yours too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5283808335854787620?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5283808335854787620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5283808335854787620' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5283808335854787620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5283808335854787620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFz0t2mR-xI/AAAAAAAADLk/Stfm-dkYc-4/s72-c/IMG_9985+edited+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3213325032931061683</id><published>2010-08-02T15:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:05:11.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super bummed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made some cute ladder nightstands last week while Mike was out of town that totally matched my bed headboard. Same stain, style, solid wood and everything. They were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PERFECT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500936195164464674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFdAUwTd5iI/AAAAAAAADLM/Qj29vMkQHCw/s400/P1010890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500936190197266994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFdAUdzMejI/AAAAAAAADLE/VewyuKpArsY/s400/P1010886.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...or so I thought until I put them in my room. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They were miniature!&lt;/span&gt; Super tiny. The scale is all off. Apparently they are for a kid bedroom. Ugh. I guess the link to a pottery barn kids room with the ladder nightstand should've been a giveaway. Dumb. (You can't even see the poor nightstand on the left side of the bed because it's too small! haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500936218988332210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFdAWJDhRLI/AAAAAAAADLc/3S6H4wi46gU/s400/P1010899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500936204577597218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFdAVTXu5yI/AAAAAAAADLU/4CRZ4taQCnI/s400/P1010896.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that time and money wasted. I guess I'll be posting these on craigslist later today as nightstand / flower pot stand / ladder for SALE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAME. I'm mad. But it IS also a little funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I still have to come up with nightstands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*anyone know how I can get rid of those annoying Chinese symbol comments I keep getting? I added the word type in but it still hasn't helped.&lt;/span&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/3664196838319003071-3213325032931061683?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3213325032931061683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3213325032931061683' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3213325032931061683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3213325032931061683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-bummed.html' title='Super bummed.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TFdAUwTd5iI/AAAAAAAADLM/Qj29vMkQHCw/s72-c/P1010890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-531756309479328744</id><published>2010-07-18T16:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:42:07.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying: A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEPT53RHQVI/AAAAAAAADKc/dZYVmUN37fs/s1600/coltontub"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495468961363870034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEPT53RHQVI/AAAAAAAADKc/dZYVmUN37fs/s400/coltontub" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in hotel broom further explained below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How difficult could it be, you ask, to simply fly home from Wash DC to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas with no weather problems, no holiday travels, no plane delays, and one perfectly timed 1 1/2 layover in Dallas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very. very. difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when we boarded our plane in Dallas at 3:00 pm to then fly home to Vegas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had been a champ on the first flight, and I had the second flight timed perfectly for him to fall asleep as we were taking off. Only problem is, we wouldn't be taking off...not for one hour...not 2 or 3 or 4...but and entire DAY later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the timeline of events &lt;em&gt;(let's not forget that this whole travel experience was WITH a 17 mo old):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FLIGHT ATTEMPT #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt; board airplane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:15 pm&lt;/strong&gt; depart gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:30 pm&lt;/strong&gt; informed from pilot that a display monitor isn't working and we have to go back to gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it is 104 outside, with no AC on the plane and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; starts to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ballISTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and falls asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:45 pm&lt;/strong&gt; informed there are no available gates and we'll have to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt; deplane, wake up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and we are told to wait as they fix the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:30 pm&lt;/strong&gt; we are told they are replacing the part and we'll board again in the next hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FLIGHT ATTEMPT #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30 pm&lt;/strong&gt; we are assured problem is fixed and AGAIN board the airplane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:45 pm&lt;/strong&gt; depart gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt; pilot tells us there is a long line of planes and it may take a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:15 pm&lt;/strong&gt; pilot informs us (in total nonchalant voice) that ACTUALLY they were experiencing the same monitor problem and the part that was replaced actually wasn't what they needed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it is still 104 with no AC and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN FREAKS out screaming uncontrollably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30 pm&lt;/strong&gt; we are informed AGAIN there are no available gates open and we'd have to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:45 pm&lt;/strong&gt; deplane and join other yelling customers at ticket counter, while they AGAIN try to fix the plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt; cops arrive to protect ticket counter ladies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:20 pm&lt;/strong&gt; our flight is officially cancelled and I wait in line to get tickets for next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; flight...which is&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; THE FOLLOWING MORNING&lt;/span&gt; (they also told us they couldn't get our bags and they'd send them out on one of 3 different flights....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reeeaaaallll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comforting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 pm&lt;/strong&gt; we take our hotel vouchers, hop on a shuttle, and get to hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:15 pm&lt;/strong&gt; hotel doesn't have any cribs so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleeps in a tub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---next day---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FLIGHT ATTEMPT #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:00 am&lt;/strong&gt; catch shuttle to airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30 am&lt;/strong&gt; are informed at the end of security line that they didn't add the "plus infant" to our tickets, so Mike has to go back through the AA line and get him added&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:50 am&lt;/strong&gt; we arrive at our gate A24 to find that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; is there. They gave us incorrect gate info&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00 am&lt;/strong&gt; we arrive at our CORRECT gate at C26 after taking a shuttle to the C terminal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:30 am&lt;/strong&gt; we finally take off from Dallas and make our way back home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm STILL recovering. I better be getting some free tickets out of this experience!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a positive note: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is really good at making baskets with his stuffed animal puppy dog INTO the airport trash cans. Puppy needs a bath. &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/3664196838319003071-531756309479328744?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/531756309479328744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=531756309479328744' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/531756309479328744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/531756309479328744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/07/flying-series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Flying: A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEPT53RHQVI/AAAAAAAADKc/dZYVmUN37fs/s72-c/coltontub' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3977916780032535045</id><published>2010-07-16T21:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:17:45.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We've Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494721604937395042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEsL_n1K2I/AAAAAAAADKU/ERYc-94mReM/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a fun last couple of weeks visiting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; in VA, mike's bro and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; in NJ, and a day trip to NYC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Sweet Home: VIRGINIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to see my family including a brother who is leaving on a mission in a month, great grandparents we hadn't seen in a year, GRANDPA we hadn't seen in a year, cousins we hadn't seen in a year...you get the idea...it's hard to see family when they live so far away! It was very much needed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494719196215593362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEp_ybzSZI/AAAAAAAADJU/VXF94oFwKhE/s400/P1010815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494719185069978242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEp_I6esoI/AAAAAAAADJM/0kEUORhALBU/s400/P1010807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Jersey&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got to spend some time with Mike's bro and family in New Jersey. It was so fun for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; to hang with his cousins. We visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Princeton&lt;/span&gt; campus Sunday morning before church. Here are a couple pictures of us attempting to get all the boys together (in case you haven't heard--Roses only genetically produce boys, Mike only has brothers and we only have nephews on his side) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494719221886035554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEqBSEHJmI/AAAAAAAADJs/6dirUk8jNWo/s400/P1010843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494720589686092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEErQ5hDsbI/AAAAAAAADJ8/VFze3Gymd24/s400/P1010853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494720604000120114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEErRu1ybTI/AAAAAAAADKE/6mvMujqG86c/s400/P1010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having lived only a few hours from NYC my whole life, I had actually NEVER been. Mike and I enjoyed a day in NYC while our amazing sis-in-law took care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. We visited Times Square, 30 Rock, NBC Tour, Central Park, Staten Island Ferry, and more. Besides not being able to find a subway for 1 1/2 hours...it was a fun day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494719207122664018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEqAbEP-lI/AAAAAAAADJc/AYUukAVKh2A/s400/P1010818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494719216668232674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEqA-oFy-I/AAAAAAAADJk/83RW7JW_G-8/s400/P1010821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flying home, however, was a NIGHTMARE...WHY is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; sleeping in a hotel tub you ask?....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494720610066001138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEErSFcAbPI/AAAAAAAADKM/6JTA6FZ_bjI/s400/P1010860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;STAY TUNED for the worst travel experience ever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3977916780032535045?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3977916780032535045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3977916780032535045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3977916780032535045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3977916780032535045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-weve-been.html' title='Where We&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TEEsL_n1K2I/AAAAAAAADKU/ERYc-94mReM/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8416001146462504436</id><published>2010-06-30T23:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:55:10.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>I am in love with these family pictures we got done a few weeks ago! It was a little windy, so my hair is a little all over...but all in all I think these pictures turned out perfectly and really captured Colton's personality. Enjoy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488811462977646178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCws8dHf7mI/AAAAAAAADIk/xaR_dvsMH8s/s400/IMG_0521ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488807105796131090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwo-1WeSRI/AAAAAAAADHc/8uUBjTwAImM/s400/IMG_0015ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488807118760527858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwo_lpbR_I/AAAAAAAADHk/NYj7W4xr4Tc/s400/IMG_0030ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488807129171126722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwpAMbgacI/AAAAAAAADHs/f14bh_qMsfY/s400/IMG_0130ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488808049817922034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwp1yGzqfI/AAAAAAAADH0/gpS8RS1GfX8/s400/IMG_0140ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488808066036700242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwp2uhqlFI/AAAAAAAADH8/FrreKXySof8/s400/IMG_0283ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488808074908770386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwp3Pk7oFI/AAAAAAAADIE/lq50C8GPP1s/s400/IMG_0310ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810559668606946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwsH4B11-I/AAAAAAAADIM/UrXv0KFcc5s/s400/IMG_0319ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810571249210530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwsIjK31KI/AAAAAAAADIU/NN-85lUZzUM/s400/IMG_0386ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488810581500905266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCwsJJXERzI/AAAAAAAADIc/H2CCAYtMkVk/s400/IMG_0457ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488811469666854530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCws82CVJoI/AAAAAAAADIs/QW-1j4tq_jo/s400/IMG_0524ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8416001146462504436?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8416001146462504436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8416001146462504436' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8416001146462504436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8416001146462504436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCws8dHf7mI/AAAAAAAADIk/xaR_dvsMH8s/s72-c/IMG_0521ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-54769468650419947</id><published>2010-06-27T12:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:37:07.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCeY5SLUzII/AAAAAAAADBQ/W5OJozMa52I/s1600/P1010801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487522780873542786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCeY5SLUzII/AAAAAAAADBQ/W5OJozMa52I/s400/P1010801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just completed my second building project (from &lt;a href="http://www.knock-offwood.com/"&gt;knock-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;offwood&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;). I'm kinda obsessed with building these days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Project #2: Toy Shelf for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; toys&lt;/strong&gt;. I followed &lt;a href="http://www.knock-offwood.com/2010/01/creative-guest-knock-off-wood-bookcases.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; plans (builds you 2 shelves for $60 in lumber). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEP 1: Buy lumber from Home Depot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEP 2: Get lumber cut at Home Depot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEP 3: Build bookshelf with nail gun, wood glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEP 4: Fill nail holes and sand down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEP 5: Prime and paint bookshelf (I used Behr paint and primer in one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STEP 5: Paint 2-3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;polycrylic&lt;/span&gt; coats for protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487522814530699042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCeY7Pj0PyI/AAAAAAAADBg/MmqQEZlLoQk/s400/P1010803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for&lt;strong&gt; $24&lt;/strong&gt; in lumber, plus &lt;strong&gt;$27&lt;/strong&gt; in finishing supplies...I have a $51 bookshelf (warning...I spent as much on the baskets as I did on the shelf :) But aren't they beautiful? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you like it! Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; gets more toys and needs a toy room, I'll have the other shelf and put 2 against a wall. I already bought the other matching baskets. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487522822447627282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCeY7tDW_BI/AAAAAAAADBo/-ZxTu3Kb7hQ/s400/P1010800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487522796217101634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCeY6LVg7UI/AAAAAAAADBY/h4D-qKUScZo/s400/P1010802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-54769468650419947?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/54769468650419947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=54769468650419947' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/54769468650419947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/54769468650419947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/06/project-2.html' title='Project #2'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TCeY5SLUzII/AAAAAAAADBQ/W5OJozMa52I/s72-c/P1010801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6579952170413968078</id><published>2010-06-16T14:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:35:40.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TBlCbQlzS3I/AAAAAAAADA0/rcRR4p1Kwvg/s1600/vaccine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483487057377708914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TBlCbQlzS3I/AAAAAAAADA0/rcRR4p1Kwvg/s400/vaccine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, the whole vaccine issue with babies totally stresses me out. Don't get me wrong, I feel vaccines are very good since they prevent terrible diseases, and I definitely don't think doctors are evil for giving vaccines. However, I'm not convinced the way they are administered and the timetable they have set for babies &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is the safest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really think about it too much until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was in physical therapy for a few months and I got talking to a lot of the moms. A TON of moms were there with their autistic children, and I asked them questions and listened to their stories. Let's just say it was enough to make me nervous and now I can't get it out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&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-size:180%;"&gt;So, here is my dilemma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is 16 months old and hasn't received his 12 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMR&lt;/span&gt; vaccine. We fly to Virginia in 2.5 weeks (lots of germs on those plans). Do I get him the vaccine before we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;go so&lt;/span&gt; he is immune , or continue to delay it until he's a little older and subject him to all the airplane germs? When SHOULD I give him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MMR&lt;/span&gt; vaccine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&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;(note: I've checked, and no one in Vegas offers splitting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MMR&lt;/span&gt; vaccine. It all has to be taken together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6579952170413968078?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6579952170413968078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6579952170413968078' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6579952170413968078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6579952170413968078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/06/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TBlCbQlzS3I/AAAAAAAADA0/rcRR4p1Kwvg/s72-c/vaccine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5228524678403283254</id><published>2010-06-09T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:29:01.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WALKING!</title><content type='html'>If you were to ask me 3 months ago when my child turned one and couldn't even ROLL over, if this day would ever come...I would tell you no. And here we are, Colton is walking! It's an awesome thing to witness and he looks so cute doing it. As he walks around he even sometimes babbles "walk walk walk walk" with each step. He is quite pleased with himself...as are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to catch is veeerrryyy first steps on camera last week. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*his reaction to EACH step is great, and I'm pretty much flipping out the whole time. His motivation for walking forward was to see the dog on the Baby Einstein movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HiWPHRxxw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HiWPHRxxw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later and he's a total pro. Here he is walking, turning, making baskets... I love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBkKuz-52kU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBkKuz-52kU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5228524678403283254?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5228524678403283254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5228524678403283254' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5228524678403283254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5228524678403283254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/06/walking.html' title='WALKING!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-9105215249276754136</id><published>2010-05-30T21:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:21:25.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #4 Why I Want Colton to Walk</title><content type='html'>This kid gets dirty. I mean REALLY dirty. Vegas ground is very gross since there isn't much rain, and within a few crawls outside...Colton looks like this. You don't even want to see the BOTTOM of his feet after using his walker outside. (love those chubby knees and cankles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477265962729827986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TAMoX5DZbpI/AAAAAAAADAQ/niV5zlDj_YI/s400/P1010778.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I'm pretty sure his knees are permanently blackened. Hey, at least it gives him a little tanner skin tone :) So, Colton gets a lot of baths these days. (great big white belly, isn't it?)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477266617718964626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TAMo-BE-gZI/AAAAAAAADAg/NVEHViskmmw/s400/P1010779.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;And just because Colton looks awesome...here is a picture of him in his pool attire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Side note: It is surprsingly difficult to find sunhats...especially sunhats to fit my child's head which is probably the size of a 3 yr olds :) This one will do. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477266634104645090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TAMo--HoJeI/AAAAAAAADAo/g966f89JS0I/s400/P1010760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-9105215249276754136?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9105215249276754136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=9105215249276754136' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/9105215249276754136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/9105215249276754136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/reason-4-why-i-want-colton-to-walk.html' title='Reason #4 Why I Want Colton to Walk'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/TAMoX5DZbpI/AAAAAAAADAQ/niV5zlDj_YI/s72-c/P1010778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3946323064544164108</id><published>2010-05-27T21:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:00:26.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Colton is getting so old! He learns new words all the time and just babbles and babbles. Right now his favorite words are dog, basketball, touchdown, ball, cheese, shoes, dada, and baba. Watch the below video to see Colton demonstrate his speaking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CgCCrS349uk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CgCCrS349uk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colton also is finally showing some interest in walking. He's 15 months old and it's going to be getting super hot outside soon, so I really hope he gets the hang of it soon. I'd been trying to get him to use his walker for the past 2 months with no success and resulting in a screaming baby, but this week Colton decided on his own terms he was going to give it a try. And OH how he loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6t_kTD_ipW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6t_kTD_ipW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a fun stage, I love it. Love this boy (even his new little tantrums).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3946323064544164108?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3946323064544164108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3946323064544164108' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3946323064544164108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3946323064544164108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2365841335695533667</id><published>2010-05-18T13:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:47:26.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S_LuNZOsirI/AAAAAAAAC_c/RhrxzQOuW-Y/s1600/P1010754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472698411086809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S_LuNZOsirI/AAAAAAAAC_c/RhrxzQOuW-Y/s400/P1010754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My FINISHED headboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally and completely made by me (and Mike)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This headboard is a copycat of a Pottery Barn headboard that goes for $800. This cost me $90. I got the plans &lt;a href="http://www.knock-offwood.com/2010/03/plans-mason-headboard-its-all-in-finish.html"&gt;on this blog&lt;/a&gt;. The girl who produces the furniture designs is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole room now feels like a cool hotel retreat somewhere in the mountains. I LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a better camera, but these pictures will have to do. Rustic. Distressed. Modern. Beautiful. Feel free to gush :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472698437257807586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S_LuO6uWRuI/AAAAAAAAC_0/aT_kcEfUthI/s400/P1010746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472698421222583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S_LuN-_QLWI/AAAAAAAAC_k/cyWEId1UBq8/s400/P1010751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472698428970708642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S_LuOb2jLqI/AAAAAAAAC_s/lifY8SGUgRc/s400/P1010749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2365841335695533667?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2365841335695533667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2365841335695533667' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2365841335695533667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2365841335695533667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/presenting.html' title='Presenting...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S_LuNZOsirI/AAAAAAAAC_c/RhrxzQOuW-Y/s72-c/P1010754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8020770095060802741</id><published>2010-05-16T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:24:51.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get excited.</title><content type='html'>I just MAY have pictures to post in the next day or so of a headboard I made for my bed. By "made" I mean, bought the wood at Home Depot, cut it, built it, sanded it, stained it, and sealed it. I am feeling pretty accomplished. Now if the smell will just go away so I can put it up in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Heidi for the idea and &lt;a href="http://www.knock-offwood.com/"&gt;knock-offwood.com &lt;/a&gt;for the step by step instructions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8020770095060802741?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8020770095060802741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8020770095060802741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8020770095060802741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8020770095060802741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-excited.html' title='Get excited.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4488223569684073046</id><published>2010-05-02T21:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:35:01.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95I1YZArII/AAAAAAAAC-c/w-zcaLkTsxA/s1600/Roll_E-051-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466887079591980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95I1YZArII/AAAAAAAAC-c/w-zcaLkTsxA/s400/Roll_E-051-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;05/05/05...coolest wedding date ever right? I agree. This year on 05/05 Mike and I celebrate our 5 year anniversary. That's kinda a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First ever picture of Angela and Mike (Oct 2003):&lt;/em&gt; Who would've thought when I randomly took this picture outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Helaman&lt;/span&gt; Halls at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; with this random guy (that I only knew as "the basketball player")...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; we'd end up married! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466887088373590258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95I15GtaPI/AAAAAAAAC-k/0iqNN8kSClI/s400/amike.jpg" border="0" /&gt; To celebrate the big FIVE Mike and I took a day away at a nearby hotel Red Rock and left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; at our friends house, the Bellows (thank you, thank you, thank you).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466888762901913426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95KXXNX31I/AAAAAAAAC-s/k_z2J9gpBNg/s320/red+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466890754344089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95MLR6L9hI/AAAAAAAAC_U/4JXPMXc5ge0/s400/P1010702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We started the evening with some Cheesecake Factory...mmmm...Adam's Peanut Butter Cup Fudge Ripple cheesecake is the best! We then went shopping and finished off the evening with a movie. &lt;p&gt;Can you find us in these pictures? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466890715483107250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95MJBJAb7I/AAAAAAAAC-0/lEfh9cueFaI/s400/P1010694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466890742678711746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95MKmc8bcI/AAAAAAAAC_E/Gcv3e1lpRV4/s400/P1010696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466890751159282354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95MLGC3qrI/AAAAAAAAC_M/nFAdTwyBqVg/s400/P1010698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466890730129951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95MJ3tFimI/AAAAAAAAC-8/Zs2J4x5ax1M/s400/P1010695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friday morning I woke up, and asked Mike what time it was... "6:50 am". We are used to waking up at 6:15 these days with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, so you better &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; we closed all the room darkening curtains and just kept sleeping until 9 something. Man, it feels good to sleep in. We finished up the morning with the BEST buffet breakfast and then went and picked up the little man. A perfect 18 hour getaway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Mike for a wonderful 5 years. I sure lucked out marrying you. We make the perfect match and have way too much fun for being an old married couple. Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-4488223569684073046?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4488223569684073046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4488223569684073046' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4488223569684073046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4488223569684073046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/05/five.html' title='FIVE'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S95I1YZArII/AAAAAAAAC-c/w-zcaLkTsxA/s72-c/Roll_E-051-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2954546148827218875</id><published>2010-04-28T13:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:58:58.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9igNFEF5YI/AAAAAAAAC-M/TXJqqWvGS3k/s1600/BTL-HC-6-32-0-TABLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465294294372181378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9igNFEF5YI/AAAAAAAAC-M/TXJqqWvGS3k/s320/BTL-HC-6-32-0-TABLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does the perfect table exist? I've been thinking about getting a new kitchen table. Our $99 table and chairs have done us well for the past 5 years, but it may be time in the next year to upgrade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are SO many things to think about though when purchasing a table:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Pub/counter height OR normal&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm going with normal for kid friendly use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Circle or Square&lt;/strong&gt; - circle fits our space well, but I may want to change to square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) How many people should it fit?&lt;/strong&gt; - It NEEDS to be able to fit 5 or 6 and with a leaf hopefully 8. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired of barely fitting 4, I can't ever have people over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Color: Black, dark, medium, light, or white.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm very confused on this one...I already have dark wood in the main room, but I don't want to overdue it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Benches and/OR chairs&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't know, maybe benches are nice kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Cushioned chairs or straight up wood&lt;/strong&gt;- I'm leaning towards NO cushion because it'll get thrashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Distressed or smooth&lt;/strong&gt; - I really like distressed, but I need to make sure food won't get stuck in the cracks...right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of table to you have? Do you like it? What's going to work and grow with my growing family, but STILL look awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the table I like, but it doesn't fit the space and is probably a little too dark. I like the wood planks, bench, and simple lines. There isn't anything like this in a smaller size though (LESS than 60 in) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465280821737340194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9iT83lovSI/AAAAAAAAC-E/WFLDDBoQIVw/s320/5PC2152DINING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike likes something more along the lines of the first picture and this one because of the medium color, but I'm not sure if it's stylish...is it? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465294300488060514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9igNb2OzmI/AAAAAAAAC-U/0gepRBSBxTo/s320/5PCMB-CNT-4646725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2954546148827218875?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2954546148827218875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2954546148827218875' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2954546148827218875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2954546148827218875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-table.html' title='The perfect table'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9igNFEF5YI/AAAAAAAAC-M/TXJqqWvGS3k/s72-c/BTL-HC-6-32-0-TABLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2599070463555590615</id><published>2010-04-23T09:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:12:58.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9G4t4rgKSI/AAAAAAAAC90/1o1KUSE2Fpo/s1600/rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463350921425594658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9G4t4rgKSI/AAAAAAAAC90/1o1KUSE2Fpo/s320/rooster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colton woke up at 5:40 am this morning. Not cool. Especially now that he only takes one nap a day. And...he hasn't woken up later than 6:30 am all week. Mom simply cannot handle a fussy baby from 5:40 am until naptime at 12:30 pm...ONLY for him to take just a 2 hour nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is tired. It doesn't help that daddy has been gone a ton this week and will be gone all weekend at youth conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Colton, for once in your life sleep past 6:30. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2599070463555590615?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2599070463555590615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2599070463555590615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2599070463555590615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2599070463555590615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-cool.html' title='Not Cool'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S9G4t4rgKSI/AAAAAAAAC90/1o1KUSE2Fpo/s72-c/rooster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2433966495900157510</id><published>2010-04-17T21:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:16:31.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qE5eDq5OI/AAAAAAAAC9M/stPrIBtXHRA/s1600/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323620996015330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qE5eDq5OI/AAAAAAAAC9M/stPrIBtXHRA/s400/P1010625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We successfully went on our first ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; this weekend! Here's how we did at Warm Springs, by Camping 101 standards: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat yummy food- A+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't go wrong with hot dogs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and a pancake and egg breakfast. In true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fashion, he downed every part of every meal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461322429960712258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qD0JGucEI/AAAAAAAAC8k/4oXBDuUqJfQ/s400/P1010615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set up tent- A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We borrowed an awesome 6 man tent and set up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pack n play on one side and a queen-sized air mattress on the other. Luxury? Well, almost...read on to the next section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461322444544184386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qD0_bskEI/AAAAAAAAC8s/sK3QT0UhzwA/s400/P1010616.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay warm- Mike D, the rest of us B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike quoted hours before the trip, "it'll be 60 at night, that's warm. I don't need my sweats. You don't need to layer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clothing, he'll be fine." Fast forward to 3 am..."I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cold. I'm wearing jeans, I didn't bring my sweats. Did you pack them?" All I know is that I could see my breath in the morning and the numerous crying children "I'm cold" from nearby friends' tents would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;indicate&lt;/span&gt; that it was INDEED cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay hydrated- A-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461322459649812818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qD13tKKVI/AAAAAAAAC80/ZXtXOr3181o/s400/P1010619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend quality time with dad &lt;/strong&gt;(and friends)&lt;strong&gt;- A+&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in heaven, he just crawled and crawled around everywhere constantly smiling. What beats being outside, with dad, and with balls to throw? In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; world, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323594092085554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qE351RgTI/AAAAAAAAC88/Ro1GQK2R2Yw/s400/P1010621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323606012864962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qE4mPaKcI/AAAAAAAAC9E/eVasV6_sFQ0/s400/P1010624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go swimming- A++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked along a warm springs stream. The water was warm, it was 85, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;looooovvved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throwing rocks and making splashes. I've never seen the kid laugh so hard. We also swam in the pools which were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324617396894898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qFzd8JvLI/AAAAAAAAC9s/S-J0TsqjKCM/s400/P1010630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324604143160210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qFyskNy5I/AAAAAAAAC9k/So3Mbak9xok/s400/P1010632.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play with balls&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life right now. Throwing balls, retrieving balls, pointing out objects that look like balls. Life is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461324590616383650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qFx6LLkKI/AAAAAAAAC9c/vFN6QN_grgY/s400/P1010638.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look cool- A++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pants tucked INSIDE socks. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461323632404995554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qE6IjyHeI/AAAAAAAAC9U/GnPW5Qpxj-k/s400/P1010627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Overall, I would have to say I give the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt; an A! I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; would agree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2433966495900157510?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2433966495900157510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2433966495900157510' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2433966495900157510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2433966495900157510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/04/camping-101.html' title='Camping 101'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S8qE5eDq5OI/AAAAAAAAC9M/stPrIBtXHRA/s72-c/P1010625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-7181216983959479911</id><published>2010-03-31T22:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:15:00.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455027556595732930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QmqSbbEcI/AAAAAAAAC7I/ynnn8slHuc8/s400/P1010584.JPG" /&gt; How is it that baby boys know exactly what to like to be like little boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has recently turned into my little boy. He loves "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; cars, throwing balls, saying "whoa", spitting, wearing holes through knees, puppies, and being outside. It's like he's turned into a little boy overnight. Today we seriously spent more than 3 hours throwing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;retrieving&lt;/span&gt; balls. Like father like son, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of what my little boy has been up to recently. Being silly...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455028351048445394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QnYh_tbdI/AAAAAAAAC74/alTLpUaLB-k/s400/P1010597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding his favorite puppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QnYTzE2aI/AAAAAAAAC7w/BfPHdVyO1co/s1600/P1010592.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455031868251669042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QqlQmTgjI/AAAAAAAAC8A/LL8_IalnlaU/s400/P1010588.JPG" /&gt; playing outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QmsTcR4CI/AAAAAAAAC7o/PHdVv55_Q9A/s1600/P1010577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455027591227498530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QmsTcR4CI/AAAAAAAAC7o/PHdVv55_Q9A/s400/P1010577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; making messes, eating tons, and playing with balls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7Qmr2hYa2I/AAAAAAAAC7g/Qwcj7e29UUw/s1600/P1010607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455027583464270690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7Qmr2hYa2I/AAAAAAAAC7g/Qwcj7e29UUw/s400/P1010607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; refusing to nap...but looking sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QmrSIYkUI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/TDnhJB1bqfU/s1600/P1010594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455027573695746370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QmrSIYkUI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/TDnhJB1bqfU/s400/P1010594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crazy bedhead...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7Qmq-5sKZI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/5vMbqycYUws/s1600/P1010586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455027568533842322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7Qmq-5sKZI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/5vMbqycYUws/s400/P1010586.JPG" /&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/3664196838319003071-7181216983959479911?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7181216983959479911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=7181216983959479911' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7181216983959479911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7181216983959479911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/boys.html' title='Boys.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S7QmqSbbEcI/AAAAAAAAC7I/ynnn8slHuc8/s72-c/P1010584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1628811684904370090</id><published>2010-03-27T15:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:26:19.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453427287530730610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S653OXmw9HI/AAAAAAAAC7A/MYSWHFputfk/s400/pediped.jpg" /&gt;I should have known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have known that my child would hate HATE hate shoes when I finally decided to get him some. Yep, you heard me right. My 13 month old has never worn shoes. Since he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; behind in moving it just didn't make sense. Well, now that he is moving and needs to be wearing shoes, he is old enough where he has formed an opinion. a very strong opinion. And that opinion is he will have NOTHING to do with shoes. (*I know this because he screamed and screamed and kicked and kicked his feet when I put target tennis shoes on him today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;...the shoes would have to be soft, wide enough for big feet, and not have animals/trucks/baseballs on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final purchase: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PEDIPED&lt;/span&gt;. I hope this was a good $31 to spend....I don't even spend more than $30 on my OWN shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1628811684904370090?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1628811684904370090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1628811684904370090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1628811684904370090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1628811684904370090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hope.html' title='I hope.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S653OXmw9HI/AAAAAAAAC7A/MYSWHFputfk/s72-c/pediped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-851959717048670757</id><published>2010-03-22T23:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:18:41.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>come ON!</title><content type='html'>So, I was looking through a magazine with all this baby stuff and just cracking up! Either I'm not a super experienced mom or there are some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;, I mean, "more prepared" moms out there. Please tell me, do any of you HAVE or have CONSIDERED having any of these items?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cozy Crib Tent:&lt;/strong&gt; "not only prevents climbing and falling...prevents little limbs from getting stuck between crib rails"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Opinion:&lt;/strong&gt; Tent WITH zipper? Paranoid much? How about if you kid is mobile enough to get out of a crib, think about a toddler bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451702862116836194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hW3mV0U2I/AAAAAAAAC6w/52llLBsOXJA/s400/crib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 2. The Sit Seat:&lt;/strong&gt; "It not only attaches to nearly every chair, anywhere, it attaches to YOU, securing baby on your lap hands-free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My opinion:&lt;/strong&gt; There's an idea. A kid is too squirmy...so just STRAP them to your lap. That will go over well, I'm sure :) And if kids ARE sitting your lap, is it really necessary to secure them with straps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hWxFzAyCI/AAAAAAAAC6g/mzAjZuI6-BA/s1600-h/crib5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451702750301702178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hWxFzAyCI/AAAAAAAAC6g/mzAjZuI6-BA/s400/crib5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3. Dry Eyes Visor:&lt;/strong&gt; "We just made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bathtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even happier! Our visor has prevented millions of tears..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Opinion:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riiiiighhht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...kids aren't okay with covering their eyes with a towel but are okay with you placing a visor on their head? I guess it just looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cool so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hWwyouWvI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ee0u1hSLPBw/s1600-h/crib4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451702745158277874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hWwyouWvI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ee0u1hSLPBw/s400/crib4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 4. Add-A-Size Garment Extender:&lt;/strong&gt; "s-t-r-e-t-c-h the lifespan of more of baby's one piece outfits!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Opinion:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not just by new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onsies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? If it's $10 for these, wouldn't it make sense to spend $10 on new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onsies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hWwTyVC2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/v1R1lex3Ido/s1600-h/crib3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451702736877063010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hWwTyVC2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/v1R1lex3Ido/s400/crib3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5&lt;strong&gt;. Backhoe:&lt;/strong&gt; "Our kid testers SO dug this backhoe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Opinion:&lt;/strong&gt; First of all...HATE the word backhoe, doesn't bring good images to mind. Next, okay, if your kid can operate this thing and you happen to have a sand filled backyard...props for you. Your kid is officially amazing and you should utilize his talent with vacuuming, mopping, shoveling... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452044599770048050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6mNrWThZjI/AAAAAAAAC64/ZbQl8MHzpDY/s400/crib2.jpg" /&gt;Awesome. Thank you "One Step Ahead" for opening to my eyes to a world full of possibilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-851959717048670757?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/851959717048670757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=851959717048670757' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/851959717048670757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/851959717048670757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-on.html' title='come ON!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6hW3mV0U2I/AAAAAAAAC6w/52llLBsOXJA/s72-c/crib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-576273225673303073</id><published>2010-03-21T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:28:53.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow. I turn 25 today. It's kinda official don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm officially...way beyond high school and college &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm officially...an adult&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm officially...supposed to know what I'm doing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm officially...supposed to have any idea how my future is going to work out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm officially...a mom responsible for a whole little human being&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm officially...a quarter of a century!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WAYYYY&lt;/span&gt; behind on the whole grown up-got it all together-responsible-wise-adult thing :) Maybe I'll catch up this year. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and just because...here is a picture of my cute boy at the park complete with fake grass and dirt behind. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6FRpgiuK6I/AAAAAAAAC5s/IkYJ221c0BU/s1600-h/swing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449726797647063970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6FRpgiuK6I/AAAAAAAAC5s/IkYJ221c0BU/s400/swing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-576273225673303073?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/576273225673303073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=576273225673303073' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/576273225673303073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/576273225673303073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/big.html' title='The Big'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6FRpgiuK6I/AAAAAAAAC5s/IkYJ221c0BU/s72-c/swing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-3637269521662291111</id><published>2010-03-18T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:00:39.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6KFxw4BLdI/AAAAAAAAC6A/0u8xtALQNTA/s1600-h/jimmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450065589051665874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6KFxw4BLdI/AAAAAAAAC6A/0u8xtALQNTA/s400/jimmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO COUGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was seriously the longest 3 hours of my life. I was freaking out and so nervous. The losing streak is OVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be pillows and stuff thrown everywhere across my main room, a slightly scared child from screaming parents, and I now have no voice...but it's all good because BYU WON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double overtime. Of course. I should've known it would take the craziest game EVER for BYU to break through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congrats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to Dave, Jimmer, Mike Lloyd and the Cougars on an amazing win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-3637269521662291111?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3637269521662291111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=3637269521662291111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3637269521662291111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/3637269521662291111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-did-it.html' title='They did it!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S6KFxw4BLdI/AAAAAAAAC6A/0u8xtALQNTA/s72-c/jimmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2733553820999770581</id><published>2010-03-04T20:43:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:30:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is crawling!&lt;/span&gt; I am definitely a believer in physical therapy. A month ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was not even rolling over, sitting up from laying down, scooting, crawling ANYTHING (equivalent to a 6 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; mobility level).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2 times a week physical therapy sessions for the past month and lots of at home practice, I present to you... &lt;strong&gt;my MOBILE child&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...such a relief. On top of that, with the increased mobility, it appears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; mystery breathing problems are gradually going away. It is such a relief to know that my child is healthy and strong. He just needed a little bit of extra help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIMVUHf6I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/_ZSixwptmSc/s1600-h/P1010560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445001694952259490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIMVUHf6I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/_ZSixwptmSc/s320/P1010560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIKx6Ls1I/AAAAAAAAC5I/EaH30-CqFPk/s1600-h/P1010559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445001668268372818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIKx6Ls1I/AAAAAAAAC5I/EaH30-CqFPk/s320/P1010559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe his mobility will be able to catch up with all his other strong skills like&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(notice how he holds the book with his feet. Too funny. Seriously though, the kid loves reading books to himself.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444993076937835538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CAWstXRBI/AAAAAAAAC4A/5tYfNdFfC0A/s320/Colt3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444993084402875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CAXIhKvCI/AAAAAAAAC4I/mYwAec7_neM/s320/Colt4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...and doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;puzzles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(ALMOST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. Almost. I walked away and when I came back, this is what he did. Every piece in a spot...just not the right spots :) Love it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CCB9yrr2I/AAAAAAAAC4o/19kWUFQsGTI/s1600-h/P1010554.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIM23LFQI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/b_G5mxIg4Oc/s1600-h/P1010554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445001703957665026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIM23LFQI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/b_G5mxIg4Oc/s320/P1010554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CCCiEFuWI/AAAAAAAAC4w/fuHi8Z2Yx-Y/s1600-h/P1010557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444994929506236770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CCCiEFuWI/AAAAAAAAC4w/fuHi8Z2Yx-Y/s320/P1010557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;! I never thought I'd be so happy to childproof a house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CAZhceYpI/AAAAAAAAC4g/X5q03roqAT4/s1600-h/colt7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444993125453816466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CAZhceYpI/AAAAAAAAC4g/X5q03roqAT4/s320/colt7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CAYJgRirI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/lPf_w8uIXog/s1600-h/Colt5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444993101847431858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CAYJgRirI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/lPf_w8uIXog/s320/Colt5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers on his behalf. We feel very blessed that everything has worked out with the breathing/moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2733553820999770581?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2733553820999770581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2733553820999770581' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2733553820999770581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2733553820999770581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S5CIMVUHf6I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/_ZSixwptmSc/s72-c/P1010560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-797881713058680800</id><published>2010-02-28T23:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:40:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one.</title><content type='html'>My baby turned one this week. HAPPY BIRTHDAY dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We love you to pieces. You just keep getting more and more fun and we are so happy to be your parents.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to celebrate with grandma (visiting from Virginia), and friends Brooke, Zach and Ryan. Here are the highlights of his birthday in pictures complete with balloons, presents, cake, and tears :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful decorations which lasted all of 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nap, when he decided he HAD to have them, so we took most down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443555591562803586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tk-CYxOYI/AAAAAAAAC24/JaQHq86tEQk/s320/P1010519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443555605723268050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tk-3I4w9I/AAAAAAAAC3A/Mcujntf51r0/s320/P1010524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Opening presents: cars, drawing mats, Quiet Book from grandma (awesome awesome awesome), clothes, puzzles. He loved them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443555615333089026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tk_a8C_wI/AAAAAAAAC3I/-QGUsobsLUE/s320/P1010526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443555626279835394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tlADt9FwI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/WA8mdov26Ew/s320/P1010530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443555635885393426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tlAngGRhI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/vas8Sti2VvY/s320/P1010536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The wonderful birthday cookie! Don't you just love the star candles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443557106886402066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tmWPaEYBI/AAAAAAAAC3g/9q7ILdX6zoQ/s320/P1010538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; totally lost it crying when we put him in his highchair for the classic cake pictures, Mike decided to just hold on to him instead. Here he is post tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443557112896038418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tmWly4JhI/AAAAAAAAC3o/pgerw1Vr-0I/s320/P1010542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The classic birthday hat picture. Yes, it lasted all of 10 seconds. But that's all I needed to snap a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443557120630833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tmXCm_wYI/AAAAAAAAC3w/MrjVEoWwGaA/s320/P1010546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And...then he lost it again crying, so I fed him his cookie cake on my lap. Messy, but happier since on mommy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443557131953478898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tmXsyhnPI/AAAAAAAAC34/uqhYDungnRs/s320/P1010551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-797881713058680800?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/797881713058680800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=797881713058680800' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/797881713058680800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/797881713058680800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/one.html' title='one.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S4tk-CYxOYI/AAAAAAAAC24/JaQHq86tEQk/s72-c/P1010519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1543302108862390453</id><published>2010-02-18T21:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:21:47.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S34RjNCgS0I/AAAAAAAAC2w/1hX-ZZrl9wM/s1600-h/sienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439804696403397442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S34RjNCgS0I/AAAAAAAAC2w/1hX-ZZrl9wM/s320/sienna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the truth. I really don't think I'll mind driving a mini van one day. I know I KNOW. A lot of my friends wouldn't be caught dead in one, but I think they are good cars. That being said, if I WERE to find an SUV-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; type car with similar features, I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be tempted. Do such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SUVs&lt;/span&gt; exist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone list off any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SUVs&lt;/span&gt; that have these things comparable to a mini van?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Price&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gas Mileage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Captain seats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ease of use with children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, I'm not buying a new car yet. and NO, I am NOT pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1543302108862390453?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1543302108862390453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1543302108862390453' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1543302108862390453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1543302108862390453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-judge-me.html' title='Don&apos;t judge me.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S34RjNCgS0I/AAAAAAAAC2w/1hX-ZZrl9wM/s72-c/sienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-989184824647080351</id><published>2010-02-15T13:36:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:52:38.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myCtwlyFI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/7ckNJQeb0vg/s1600-h/Valentine5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438573784739465298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myCtwlyFI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/7ckNJQeb0vg/s400/Valentine5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*For your viewing pleasure: a classic "prom" picture in front of a fake backdrop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have any of you been dancing recently?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Saturday was my first time in about 5 years. I have to admit, I was a little rusty. Our ward put on a Valentine's dance on Saturday night. It brought me back to my glory days at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oakton&lt;/span&gt; Stake Dances in NOVA. I rocked those things...or at least I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I rocked those things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how your body loses that coordination. A room full over old married couples dancing...I'm pretty sure all the youth in the ward would have had a heart attack watching us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did redeem my dancing by busting out my breaking dancing move "the coffee grinder". It involves going on the floor and swinging one leg around in a circle while you hop over it with the other leg (like "skip it", but on the floor). Yeah, it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438574023307395154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myQmfngFI/AAAAAAAAC2o/E-Akih9uD7Y/s400/Valentine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438573775864939922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myCMsvRZI/AAAAAAAAC2A/TaAWFjyyBEw/s400/Valentine7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438573771727124530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myB9SNODI/AAAAAAAAC14/EMwOlEiLyvQ/s400/Valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438573778565569298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myCWwnmxI/AAAAAAAAC2I/9Ca8BZmRpwY/s400/valentine6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAPPY Valentine's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-989184824647080351?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/989184824647080351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=989184824647080351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/989184824647080351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/989184824647080351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3myCtwlyFI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/7ckNJQeb0vg/s72-c/Valentine5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5045392087986112462</id><published>2010-02-11T22:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:05:14.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3TrPTUHQkI/AAAAAAAAC1w/ml7Z-oIaq8g/s1600-h/rose2009_0745final+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437229298258231874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3TrPTUHQkI/AAAAAAAAC1w/ml7Z-oIaq8g/s400/rose2009_0745final+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whew. I'm starting to feel human again. Last week was so stressful. A day after our hospital/ER trip, I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; in physical therapy. Once it was determined that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; airways were fine and not causing him to not move, I decided to approach the moving problem head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical therapy:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 times a week for the next 10 weeks, plus lots of at home practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking, "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;angela&lt;/span&gt; is silly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; will move when he wants...he's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you...this kid. needs. physical. therapy. I know. I'm his mom. I've been watching my almost one year old NEVER make an attempt to sit up from lying down or crawl. He was months and months from crawling. And believe me, I've tried and TRIED to help him. Like I thought, the physical therapist said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; mobility was about at the same level as a &lt;strong&gt;6 month old&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously. So, we are going to change that and get this kid moving. He's already shown great improvement and I'm feeling really good about it, although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; isn't quite sure and cries practically the entire session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is fine in every other way...just happens to be significantly late in moving. Who knows exactly why. chubby, big head, cautious, content, chill little guy. So, for now, I'm going to pretend the weird breathing doesn't exist, and hopefully it just solves itself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, it's nice to feel almost normal again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5045392087986112462?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5045392087986112462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5045392087986112462' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5045392087986112462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5045392087986112462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S3TrPTUHQkI/AAAAAAAAC1w/ml7Z-oIaq8g/s72-c/rose2009_0745final+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6792664903973513879</id><published>2010-02-02T21:45:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:38:41.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S2kK7yqcmTI/AAAAAAAAC1M/nvNS-77Lawg/s1600-h/er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433886447727581490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S2kK7yqcmTI/AAAAAAAAC1M/nvNS-77Lawg/s400/er.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, Mike and I got back from the ER a few hours ago. 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; after posting my blog, Mike thought he heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; waking up from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loooonnnnggg&lt;/span&gt; nap and I went up to check on him. I found a very VERY hot baby, breathing about the pace of a dog pant with no energy, kinda lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got him a bottle and checked his temperate. At 104 I took out the thermometer told Mike to put him in a bath while I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt; and called the Dr. (discharge information said: "a fever is not expected. If your child experiences a fever of over 101 contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt;). We noticed he didn't look quite as pink as he was supposed to, wasn't really moving around and still breathing fast. We got his temp down to 102.6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;...we got in the car fast and drove to the ER. There we got him hooked up to an IV (second of the day), got blood samples, and urine samples. We assumed he had some sort of reaction to the anesthesia this morning, however 4 hours later all the sample results came back showing that he didn't have the typical reactions for the anesthesia. of COURSE. Nothing understandable today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. dared to say "maybe it was just a coincidence and he happened to get a fever today" to which I responded with "no. NO WAY. It was not a coincidence. The kid had a temp of 98 this morning and by noon 104. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now we are home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; temp is back to normal and I'm keeping a close eye on him. He even smiled and gave us little claps of applause tonight...I'm glad this day is over with too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Colton boy&lt;/span&gt;. In fact I'm glad this WEEK is over with...car accidents, scopes, ER trips...blood samples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; and glad he's okay. My little mystery breathing and anesthesia reaction child. &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/3664196838319003071-6792664903973513879?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6792664903973513879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6792664903973513879' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6792664903973513879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6792664903973513879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/er.html' title='ER'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S2kK7yqcmTI/AAAAAAAAC1M/nvNS-77Lawg/s72-c/er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-77095356527104356</id><published>2010-02-02T13:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:06:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer</title><content type='html'>...But NO answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my fear kinda came true. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pulmonologist&lt;/span&gt; didn't really notice anything irregular in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. I guess this is good because nothing is wrong with my child or his airways so he does not need surgery. However, he can't explain the odd breath holding breathing thing he does. I really REALLY didn't want to hear "Yeah, that is weird. I don't know why he is doing that"...but that's what I heard. So, door closed to problem in his airways, but door NOT closed to why he breathing irregularly and not moving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is racing with questions that I can't get answers to.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really nothing wrong with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; breathing weird for no reason? Is the non movement not connected at all with the breathing? Is it still connected and I just don't know how? Do I now go to a neurologist (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pulmonologist&lt;/span&gt; mentioned it) to make sure there is nothing going on with breathing or movement? If I go neurologist, am I just wasting more money on a wild goose chase? Do I exhaust all possibilities just to make sure he's okay? How much MORE money could I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; spend on medical bills this year? When do I start him in physical therapy? How long will it take him to move if he really has no problem? How long will it take him to move if he DOES have a problem? When will we recognize if there is a problem or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to see the positive right now, but I'm more just feeling let down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-77095356527104356?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/77095356527104356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=77095356527104356' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/77095356527104356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/77095356527104356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/02/answer.html' title='Answer'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8724760707157846110</id><published>2010-01-30T22:46:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:17:05.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S2UeAQTskuI/AAAAAAAAC08/yEUwr1sL22Q/s1600-h/rose2009_0760final+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432781515218784994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S2UeAQTskuI/AAAAAAAAC08/yEUwr1sL22Q/s400/rose2009_0760final+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Here is my wish list for this week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; To NOT have to hold my child down by force while nurses/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. attempt to give him an IV and put him under for his *"Scope". &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My emotional health cannot handle it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Have the Dr. very clearly and obviously IDENTIFY the problem in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; airways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Have Dr. present a clear SOLUTION to the problem whether it be surgery or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; FINALLY have an understanding why my child at almost 12 months has practically NO mobility, and find out it was related to his breathing all along! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Have Mike NOT get in a car accident that almost causes our new car to get totaled &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, this happened last week. He is okay thankfully.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Make something other than cereal or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Man, I was a miserable failure at cooking last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; Manage to work my 4 hours a day, even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is apparently transitioning to ONE 2 hr nap a day instead of 2 2 hour naps. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, the Math doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brochoscopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or "scope" on Tuesday to check out his airway passages to figure out why he has been breathing irregularly. It involves a tube down his throat with a little camera on the end.&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/3664196838319003071-8724760707157846110?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8724760707157846110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8724760707157846110' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8724760707157846110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8724760707157846110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/wish-list.html' title='WISH LIST'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S2UeAQTskuI/AAAAAAAAC08/yEUwr1sL22Q/s72-c/rose2009_0760final+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5387014081522015118</id><published>2010-01-23T14:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:51:43.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just breathe.</title><content type='html'>Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Easy. Right? &lt;strong&gt;Wrong.&lt;/strong&gt; For my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, this has not been an easy task. About 2 weeks ago I noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was breathing very irregularly (always has been a little odd of a breather). Lots of holding his breath for a few seconds, slight grunting on the expiration, and then quick breaths in again. He started doing it all day, off and on. He did it when he was sad, excited, happy, relaxed, thinking...all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; well-check I mentioned it to my Doctor. She listened to the irregular breathing and wanted me to look into it further. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; appointments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;oxygen level tests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pediatric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pulmonologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;SCHEDULED hospital trip Feb 2 for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pulmonologist&lt;/span&gt; to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; under and do a "scope" of his breathing passageways (tube down throat with little camera) later...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm tired, worried and stressed. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pulmonologist&lt;/span&gt; agreed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; had a few irregular aspects to his breathing, and decided a scope was necessary. There are any number of things it could be, so hopefully the "scope" determines what it is, and it is not serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Side note: I wonder if his slight difficulty with breathing is part of the reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like to move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few video examples of his irregular breathing (turn up volume and listen carefully):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzmfZQOjH0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzmfZQOjH0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think he only does it when he is straining, here is an example of irregular breathing while relaxed (excuse the tired and slightly homeless looking darling baby)&lt;br /&gt;*best example from :20-:40 seconds and 1:20-end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAZjBS1N4fk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eAZjBS1N4fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5387014081522015118?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5387014081522015118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5387014081522015118' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5387014081522015118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5387014081522015118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-breathe.html' title='Just breathe.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-7370944049951939994</id><published>2010-01-21T11:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:08:46.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you live in a desert when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S1il_TA8exI/AAAAAAAAC00/ElMzdcITaxw/s1600-h/P1010502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429271857649711890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S1il_TA8exI/AAAAAAAAC00/ElMzdcITaxw/s320/P1010502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IF IT RAINS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...The news talks excitedly at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; of Vegas receiving .5 in of rain over the course of 2 days. .5 in!!! Whoa, calm down everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looks up to the sky first in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, then confusion, and then laughs as if the rain falling on his face is a funny joke. Silly rain drops. Falling on my head. Silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I purposefully decide to go OUT and run errands just so I can use my windshield wipers and get wet. I gotta soak it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...there is brown water running down the sides of the streets from washing away all the dust and dirt accumulated over the past 8 months of NO rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; moving update:&lt;/strong&gt; well, I shouldn't really call it an update since not much has changed. My 11 month old it still not scooting or crawling. He is however, rolling a little more, &lt;em&gt;attempting&lt;/em&gt; to pull up on things and reaching &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;far. I have this pit in my stomach telling me I'm going to have a one year old that doesn't move yet...sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-7370944049951939994?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7370944049951939994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=7370944049951939994' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7370944049951939994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/7370944049951939994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-you-live-in-desert-when.html' title='You know you live in a desert when...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S1il_TA8exI/AAAAAAAAC00/ElMzdcITaxw/s72-c/P1010502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1844646990892289823</id><published>2010-01-19T10:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:07:55.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Playoffs do to a man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S1Xyqv9ze8I/AAAAAAAAC0o/Yw4TlSiJ6eA/s1600-h/IMG_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428511742109121474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S1Xyqv9ze8I/AAAAAAAAC0o/Yw4TlSiJ6eA/s320/IMG_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like many other husbands, Mike gets so excited for the playoffs. So excited, in fact, that he has even mastered the "listening to my wife" but "not &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;listening to my wife" technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During NFL Playoffs on Saturday, the following conversations occurred between me and Mike. Pay close attention to how Mike listens ENOUGH to give a valid response, but NOT enough to give the correct response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Man, Reggie Bush is really small."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah he is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "How tall is he?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, 6'3"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Really? That's actually pretty tall!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now realizing he was actually talking)&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, whoops...I mean...he probably about 5'9" ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another conversation (5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "I wasn't able to reach Brooke this morning, so I guess we aren't watching Ryan while they go on a date."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, that's too bad..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike again a minute later:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now realizing he was actually talking)&lt;/span&gt; "Uh oh, don't be mad at me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela:&lt;/strong&gt; "Come on, completely wrong answer again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah, actually...Zach &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Brooke's husband)&lt;/span&gt; called this morning and said they'd drop off Ryan at 5."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow Mike, impressive. Impressive indeed. For the record, Mike is normally a very good listener. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1844646990892289823?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1844646990892289823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1844646990892289823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1844646990892289823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1844646990892289823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-playoffs-do-to-man.html' title='What Playoffs do to a man...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S1Xyqv9ze8I/AAAAAAAAC0o/Yw4TlSiJ6eA/s72-c/IMG_2900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4741592825379238519</id><published>2010-01-12T21:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:35:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News. Bad News.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S01MsPmuzeI/AAAAAAAAC0I/QPUOa2eiC0o/s1600-h/kitchenaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426077449038253538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S01MsPmuzeI/AAAAAAAAC0I/QPUOa2eiC0o/s320/kitchenaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S01L6KgYXcI/AAAAAAAAC0A/muFai4NkyGE/s1600-h/roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new kitchen aid I got for Christmas works. It kneaded my dough perfectly, which then proceeded to rise perfecly, mold into my twist shapes perfectly, and cook perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAD NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolls taste really bad when you forget to include one important ingredient: salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dang...24 rolls into the trash (and a few hours of wasted time).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any roll recipies you'd like to share? I'm on the hunt for the best roll recipe.&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/3664196838319003071-4741592825379238519?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4741592825379238519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4741592825379238519' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4741592825379238519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4741592825379238519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News. Bad News.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S01MsPmuzeI/AAAAAAAAC0I/QPUOa2eiC0o/s72-c/kitchenaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1779175724493790089</id><published>2010-01-06T21:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:14:56.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S0WV6FrCRJI/AAAAAAAACz4/XmQl5qtLPqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423906151425262738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S0WV6FrCRJI/AAAAAAAACz4/XmQl5qtLPqQ/s400/IMG_2884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (random pic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, just because)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finally made it back from our long visit to Houston, TX for the holidays. But, I should clarify that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;barely made it back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday, our flight was set to take off at 5:50 pm. We got on the road a little later than I had wanted, but was assured everything would be fine. When we kept hitting traffic, my heart progressively started beating faster and faster. We finally arrived at the airport with 50 minutes until takeoff. After waiting 25 minutes, we got to the counter, received our boarding passes and started sprinting to the security check in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Important note:&lt;/strong&gt; Although we could see the security check right next to the ticketing counters, there was a 4 ft tall wall barrier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;, forcing us to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looonnnngg&lt;/span&gt; way around to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At security check, I quickly hand over our IDs and boarding passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Where is Michael's boarding pass?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It wasn't there. Angela and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; were stapled together, but no Mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Can I just go over that wall there to get it from our ticketing counter? We are going to miss our flight," Mike pleads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"No, you can't go that way. You have to go around..." she stops for a second, "well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;. He just jumped over the wall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I couldn't watch. I kept my eyes down. Mike had taken off running and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;totally jumped and cleared the wall&lt;/span&gt;, complete with 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TSA&lt;/span&gt; people standing nearby just watching him. The people standing in line applauded his efforts as he ran up to our counter. He got what he needed and looked back to the wall, but this time, a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TSA&lt;/span&gt; lady shook her head back and forth as if to say "No way. Not again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mike sprinted around the long way. We ran the rest of the way and stepped on the plane 9 minutes before takeoff. Doors were supposed to have closed 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; prior. We even got to sit next to eachother. A miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY IS:&lt;/strong&gt; always plan on being at the airport 1 1/2 hours early! If you are going to do something dangerous, like jump a wall barrier, do it with style. &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/3664196838319003071-1779175724493790089?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1779175724493790089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1779175724493790089' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1779175724493790089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1779175724493790089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2010/01/jump.html' title='The Jump'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/S0WV6FrCRJI/AAAAAAAACz4/XmQl5qtLPqQ/s72-c/IMG_2884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1892824262205460562</id><published>2009-12-14T10:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:08:05.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He'll be fine"</title><content type='html'>"You're so lucky"&lt;br /&gt;"I wish mine didn't move yet"&lt;br /&gt;"Once he starts moving, you'll long for the days when he didn't"&lt;br /&gt;"He'll move when he wants to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...really? Will he?&lt;/strong&gt; These are all the statements I get in regards to my 10 month old child not moving yet. Not only is he not moving, he doesn't even &lt;em&gt;attempt&lt;/em&gt; to move and shows zero interest. no rolling, no scooting, no pulling up, nothing. (He can roll over if he tries REALLY hard). I have tried everything in the book, but when you have a child that screams when you put him on his tummy no matter what and instantly rolls to his back, it's kinda impossible to teach a kid to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; doctors officially become worried/make you take action (like physical therapy) etc. for babies not moving. 10 months? 12 months? 14 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see SOME progress, and we aren't getting any these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: I do have a large baby with a big head and cautious nature...I've heard those contribute to late moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1892824262205460562?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1892824262205460562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1892824262205460562' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1892824262205460562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1892824262205460562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/12/hell-be-fine.html' title='&quot;He&apos;ll be fine&quot;'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8471945006383400442</id><published>2009-12-11T00:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:34:53.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SyH0tAUx-iI/AAAAAAAACzk/uXBAhsJJ-kI/s1600-h/P1010454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413877281094498850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SyH0tAUx-iI/AAAAAAAACzk/uXBAhsJJ-kI/s400/P1010454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been really cold the past week. Since we aren't very prepared clothing-wise for 30 degree weather, I had to put together a winter outfit of my own for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. Here he is ready for our weekly jog complete with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; beanie (but not too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt;, the kid had a big head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zipper jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;adult gloves (which he proceeded to just flap his hands until they fell off)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;socks (he doesn't own any shoes yet...hey I know he's almost 10 months, but the kid isn't even close to crawling yet so why bother?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need some warmer clothes. But, he does look pretty DANG cute in mine :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't worry, I had him wrapped up in a fleece blanket also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413877291134771122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SyH0tlukX7I/AAAAAAAACzs/OMo6EYwBjyw/s400/P1010457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8471945006383400442?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8471945006383400442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8471945006383400442' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8471945006383400442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8471945006383400442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SyH0tAUx-iI/AAAAAAAACzk/uXBAhsJJ-kI/s72-c/P1010454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-691555770791392377</id><published>2009-11-30T18:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:47:39.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SxR0ATKMa4I/AAAAAAAACzA/Hvf4-mV5WqI/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410076600870660994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SxR0ATKMa4I/AAAAAAAACzA/Hvf4-mV5WqI/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this time of year. I've been excited for Christmas since about June. This year is our first Christmas with a baby of our own, and it makes it 20 times more fun. The morning after I set up for Christmas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; eyes darted around everywhere with excitement to see all the new decorations. He just sits there and stares at the tree all lit up. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bring on the cookies. hot chocolate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights. presents. music. nativity scenes. cards. bring it all on! &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/3664196838319003071-691555770791392377?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/691555770791392377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=691555770791392377' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/691555770791392377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/691555770791392377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SxR0ATKMa4I/AAAAAAAACzA/Hvf4-mV5WqI/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8149971642406429030</id><published>2009-11-19T22:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:33:45.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>The following conversation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; today at the Dr. office between me and the receptionist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Receptionist:&lt;/span&gt; "Aw, your baby is so cute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Thank you, he's my big boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Receptionist:&lt;/span&gt; "What nationality is he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "What?...him?" pointing at my child with a confused face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Receptionist:&lt;/span&gt; "Yeah, he looks like he has some other nationality in him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;...white and white, his dad is a red head and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. We are both as white looking as they come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me continuing:&lt;/span&gt; "What nationality did you think he had in him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Receptionist:&lt;/span&gt; "I don't know exactly...something different."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. What ELSE could be in him? Does he look part Hawaiian, Asian, Hispanic, Black? That conversation was a first (and probably last). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406052649474314162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SwYoPgD5z7I/AAAAAAAACyY/bFrfvrPBzxw/s320/P1010213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and just because...here is a picture of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; has looked like recently &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(taken a couple mo. ago).&lt;/span&gt;  4 teeth in 4 weeks, and no mobility/crawling yet will do that do a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8149971642406429030?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8149971642406429030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8149971642406429030' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8149971642406429030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8149971642406429030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SwYoPgD5z7I/AAAAAAAACyY/bFrfvrPBzxw/s72-c/P1010213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8547362645060098303</id><published>2009-11-18T22:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:56:14.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SwTdgXXs3PI/AAAAAAAACx4/jfcm6X0sdkQ/s1600/new_moon2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405689000850414834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SwTdgXXs3PI/AAAAAAAACx4/jfcm6X0sdkQ/s320/new_moon2110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a ticket! A ticket to see New Moon this weekend. I never see movies, they cost too much...but a bunch of girls from my ward are going to see it so I figured might as well. It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go out and buy a Team Edward shirt and vampire teeth...and scream and jump up and down when Edward comes on the screen...just kidding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it's worth the money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8547362645060098303?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8547362645060098303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8547362645060098303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8547362645060098303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8547362645060098303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-one.html' title='I have one'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SwTdgXXs3PI/AAAAAAAACx4/jfcm6X0sdkQ/s72-c/new_moon2110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8858938879373043225</id><published>2009-11-15T07:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:37:26.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hate&lt;/strong&gt; is a strong word. But, it is the way I feel about daylight savings. I mentioned a few days after daylight savings that Colton was waking up way early. 2 weeks past the switch, Colton has shown &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; signs of improvement or adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- wake up time: &lt;strong&gt;5:10 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday- wake up time: &lt;strong&gt;6:20 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before- wake up time: &lt;strong&gt;6:00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is coming from the kid that usually slept until 7 or 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt; I am NOT a morning person. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advise please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8858938879373043225?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8858938879373043225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8858938879373043225' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8858938879373043225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8858938879373043225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5610167107319396858</id><published>2009-11-06T22:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:37:19.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Project!</title><content type='html'>I finished my first actual sewing project today, and I LOVE IT! I never knew I could be so excited about a stocking. Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas stocking, complete with: &lt;em&gt;outside fabric, batting, AND lining...cuff...and cute decorations with some embroidery&lt;/em&gt;. And I made up the pattern all by myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You like it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I am very proud of myself if you couldn't tell, so don't tell me that you don't like it...or else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401229463414529810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SvUFlH0yXxI/AAAAAAAACxY/bokxofrzQLY/s400/P1010350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Close up of the fabric and cute star (note the basic embroidery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401227717197901618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SvUD_eqTLzI/AAAAAAAACxI/QTrF0D749EA/s400/P1010352.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The lining (it even has little white stars on it). Isn't the stocking so perfectly fluffy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401227728547183586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SvUEAI8Le-I/AAAAAAAACxQ/LLx_ocoEqtw/s400/P1010356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love love love it. I had so much fun making it. Only problem is, now I want coordinating ones for me and Mike...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5610167107319396858?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5610167107319396858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5610167107319396858' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5610167107319396858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5610167107319396858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-project.html' title='My First Project!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SvUFlH0yXxI/AAAAAAAACxY/bokxofrzQLY/s72-c/P1010350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5271242995592806700</id><published>2009-11-03T22:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:06:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>Daylight Savings is &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;. Here are the top 3 reasons I hate the hour change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; now wakes up at 5:55 am every day (one hour EARLIER), but still goes to bed at 7:30 pm. Tell me how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; It is pitch black here by 5. Five! Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is super fussy in the evenings. I mean non-stop whining. I've resorted to taking him on walks outside in the pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do children EVER adjust to the time change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5271242995592806700?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5271242995592806700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5271242995592806700' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5271242995592806700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5271242995592806700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/11/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-8813630911207259175</id><published>2009-10-29T21:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:29:09.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And now presenting...</title><content type='html'>Colton the PIRATE. Arrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest pirate ever? I think so.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398227827379675250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Supbm6OYIHI/AAAAAAAACwA/1yvema-r5tw/s400/P1010334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398227836840349698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Supbndd-kAI/AAAAAAAACwI/ynOxrscqLWM/s400/P1010335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398227843755785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Supbn3OvvmI/AAAAAAAACwQ/H-k9-DMtZr8/s400/P1010345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398227819350736978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SupbmcUIQFI/AAAAAAAACv4/hJfm38quZhs/s400/P1010333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-8813630911207259175?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8813630911207259175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=8813630911207259175' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8813630911207259175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/8813630911207259175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-now-presenting.html' title='And now presenting...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Supbm6OYIHI/AAAAAAAACwA/1yvema-r5tw/s72-c/P1010334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5827164701202209760</id><published>2009-10-22T22:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:27:16.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;em&gt;officially &lt;/em&gt;part of the &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy Club".&lt;/strong&gt; How did I&lt;em&gt; officially &lt;/em&gt;become a member you ask? Because tonight, I &lt;em&gt;officially &lt;/em&gt;lost my mind. I spent 3 hours at a church activity tonight without even realizing that I was wearing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 DIFFERENT SHOES&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Proof below (black and brown--not even close):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395657701327693074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SuE6F4k85RI/AAAAAAAACvw/NLBXKzwybdI/s320/P1010329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The story of the mismatched shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was Young Women in Excellence, a big night for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;. I was in charge of all the musical numbers and hoping for a smooth night. I was feeling very proud of myself, all freshly showered, with no spit up on the shoulder, make up on, and hair straightened. Looking good. As I'm leaving, my child is screaming for me (very common these days as I am the only one that can calm him down) and so while holding him--all 22.5 lbs of him-- I finish getting my things to go out the door. No hands, I open the closet and dig one foot into the pile of shoes and put a shoe on one foot...I then dig with the other foot a little more and put another shoe on. Peep toe...heel...check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fast forward 3 hours until activity is over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; leader:&lt;/strong&gt; "Angela, did you realize you were wearing two different shoes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then one of the young women piped in:&lt;/strong&gt; "yeah, I noticed that during the program. I didn't tell you because I figured there was nothing you could do about it. I told a few of the other girls though."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, trying to make me feel better she said:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's okay, it happens sometimes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To which I replied with:&lt;/strong&gt; "I actually don't think it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; happen...ever..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;End of embarassing story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laughing so hard I was crying. So, maybe I've lost my mind...but at least I haven't lost my sense of humor! Anyone else ever have mommy moments like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5827164701202209760?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5827164701202209760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5827164701202209760' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5827164701202209760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5827164701202209760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SuE6F4k85RI/AAAAAAAACvw/NLBXKzwybdI/s72-c/P1010329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1262591200784299011</id><published>2009-10-21T17:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:29:15.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch: Vegas Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/St-YW2QFmSI/AAAAAAAACvo/8MWZ0yRe6WU/s1600-h/P1010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395198396900677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/St-YW2QFmSI/AAAAAAAACvo/8MWZ0yRe6WU/s400/P1010324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, me and my friend Brooke decided to go to a pumpkin patch today. We knew Vegas didn't have the best pumpkin patches (okay, let's be honest. Vegas fall stinks. It doesn't exist), but figured it would still be fun to at least get the classic &lt;em&gt;"cute pictures of my baby on a pumpkin"&lt;/em&gt; picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it's a little harder than we thought to find a pumpkin patch. Here are our attempts this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pumpkin Patch #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Some orchard. We were very excited..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt; an orchard. How cool." Right? No not cool. Only open Tuesday, Thursday and Sat from 8 to 12. AND...from what we could see, there were random, tiny half-smashed pumpkins in this open scary field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pumpkin Patch #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Deserted looking shed with lots of "Closed" signs. Same story. Not open. (looked more like a haunted house than a pumpkin patch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pumpkin Patch #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I called Mike and he checked the one by my work...closed after noon. It's in a dirt lot right by an intersection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pumpkin Patch #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WALMART&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, they are ALWAYS open and were bound to have pumpkins. Happy Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. I hope your first pumpkin patch experience at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; was a good one ("unbeatable" even...see above picture)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395198389303124626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/St-YWZ8sIpI/AAAAAAAACvg/m-7YyiCVZHg/s400/P1010325.JPG" border="0" /&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/3664196838319003071-1262591200784299011?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1262591200784299011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1262591200784299011' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1262591200784299011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1262591200784299011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-vegas-style.html' title='Pumpkin Patch: Vegas Style'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/St-YW2QFmSI/AAAAAAAACvo/8MWZ0yRe6WU/s72-c/P1010324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4369465166927147489</id><published>2009-10-15T22:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:53:21.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>Here is a sneak peak at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; Halloween costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be excited for Halloween. Be very, very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049530587540882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Stf1-XbB7ZI/AAAAAAAACvY/ejcHhoclLIk/s400/P1010321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And just to get in the spirit of things, here are the first few &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pirate jokes&lt;/span&gt; I found while searching the Internet: &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; How do you keep a pirate from robbing your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Fill your lawn with beavers! &lt;em&gt;(Angela commentary: What? As in, they'll eat the wood of the boat?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Why did the pirate visit the Sistine Chapel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; To admire the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARRchitecture&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;(Angela commentary: That's not even funny. Architecture and pirates don't combine for humor, neither does emphasizing ARR in words.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; What kind of phone calls do pirates make late at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arrr&lt;/span&gt;, they be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;' BOOTY calls! &lt;em&gt;(Angela commentary: Okay, that's just inappropriate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; How many pirate jokes are lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Most of them ARR! &lt;em&gt;(Angela commentary: I couldn't agree more.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; Why did the pirate cross the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; To get to the other tide! &lt;em&gt;(Angela commentary: Really? REALLY? C MON. That just makes me mad.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; What is a pirate's favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cap'n&lt;/span&gt; Crunch! &lt;em&gt;(Angela commentary: Now, THAT'S a good joke.)&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/3664196838319003071-4369465166927147489?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4369465166927147489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4369465166927147489' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4369465166927147489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4369465166927147489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Stf1-XbB7ZI/AAAAAAAACvY/ejcHhoclLIk/s72-c/P1010321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-6718531569673974603</id><published>2009-10-08T21:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:44:28.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss65jpA5MrI/AAAAAAAACvM/TcMfigFHWAY/s1600-h/P1010288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449825965224626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss65jpA5MrI/AAAAAAAACvM/TcMfigFHWAY/s400/P1010288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week we all went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton's&lt;/span&gt; first visit! We had a blast and it is the perfect time of year to visit Utah...autumn, changing leaves, football, jackets...love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the week we had in pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; trip.&lt;/strong&gt; It was so beautiful, all the leaves were bright colors. I was pretty terrified holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; on the ski lift to get to the top however. Talk about a tight grip on the little guy! Shouldn't they have more safety features on the lifts besides a little bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss647O2jdNI/AAAAAAAACu8/HOnW7lybweQ/s1600-h/P1010289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449131747767506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss647O2jdNI/AAAAAAAACu8/HOnW7lybweQ/s400/P1010289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss646XbmyCI/AAAAAAAACu0/-DsTW9Dulp0/s1600-h/P1010268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449116870789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss646XbmyCI/AAAAAAAACu0/-DsTW9Dulp0/s400/P1010268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The NEW and improved Cannon Center with my brothers.&lt;/strong&gt; It's awesome! Seriously, forget the "Freshman 15"...because it's now the "Freshman 25". Very cute picture below, so cute you should probably zoom in on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss645gAgaXI/AAAAAAAACus/eDgCNw9vdlI/s1600-h/P1010257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449101993175410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss645gAgaXI/AAAAAAAACus/eDgCNw9vdlI/s400/P1010257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Bookstore&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looking cute in his jacket! I got a great new Nike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; shirt...love it (it's the one I'm wearing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; pics) I even got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt; Juice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yumm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449094329321362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss645DdTR5I/AAAAAAAACuk/1l_WZXROzBQ/s400/P1010255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT PICTURED: Kneaders French Toast. It deserved a picture because it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun with family.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; got to hang out with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grammy&lt;/span&gt; and grandpa and Great grandma and grandpa...also tons of cousins, aunts, etc. It was great! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; thinks his grandpa is pretty funny, and gives the best smiles to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;grammy&lt;/span&gt;. We miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss6293A6Y0I/AAAAAAAACuc/JeK3Tq7VheA/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446977865114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss6293A6Y0I/AAAAAAAACuc/JeK3Tq7VheA/s400/P1010253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoying nature.&lt;/strong&gt; We ate dinner with the family at a cabin in the canyons. It was beautiful! (I vote the below picture one of Colton's fat pictures. Camera adds 10 lbs babe, don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss629bg3rzI/AAAAAAAACuU/pmYZ2YEEDvk/s1600-h/P1010251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446970482962226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss629bg3rzI/AAAAAAAACuU/pmYZ2YEEDvk/s400/P1010251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing old friends.&lt;/strong&gt; We hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;byu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; friend Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Balderson&lt;/span&gt; and his wife, while watching the football game AND eating a BBQ. Does life get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss6289uif7I/AAAAAAAACuM/-VrWyt2CoYU/s1600-h/P1010241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446962487230386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss6289uif7I/AAAAAAAACuM/-VrWyt2CoYU/s400/P1010241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW, that's a lot of drool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss6273ILTLI/AAAAAAAACuE/ThraWxewaQU/s1600-h/P1010234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446943535844530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss6273ILTLI/AAAAAAAACuE/ThraWxewaQU/s400/P1010234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss627MVYvVI/AAAAAAAACt8/Yu7CyT8RlmY/s1600-h/P1010230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390446932048526674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss627MVYvVI/AAAAAAAACt8/Yu7CyT8RlmY/s400/P1010230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; football.&lt;/strong&gt; I even got my favorite hot chocolate...AND burned myself, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390449140313058626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss647uwrbUI/AAAAAAAACvE/iLBEPjQjleY/s400/P1010319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved it. Loved it Loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I publicly apologize to ALL of you in Utah who attempted to hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;. If it makes you feel better, he screamed after 10 seconds for everyone :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-6718531569673974603?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6718531569673974603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=6718531569673974603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6718531569673974603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/6718531569673974603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/loved-it.html' title='Loved it.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Ss65jpA5MrI/AAAAAAAACvM/TcMfigFHWAY/s72-c/P1010288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-344195381865936881</id><published>2009-10-01T20:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:04:47.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SsVs00eq-pI/AAAAAAAACt0/3O1quzPT0AM/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387832183914953362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SsVs00eq-pI/AAAAAAAACt0/3O1quzPT0AM/s400/DSC_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure I have only 1 family picture of all of us since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; was born. That changed this week when we got family picture #2 taken. This one makes up for our lack of pictures over the past 7 months. I love it! Mike's aunt snapped it and it only took 30 seconds. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joeen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhh&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/3664196838319003071-344195381865936881?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/344195381865936881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=344195381865936881' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/344195381865936881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/344195381865936881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/10/cute.html' title='Cute?'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SsVs00eq-pI/AAAAAAAACt0/3O1quzPT0AM/s72-c/DSC_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-965230260046042175</id><published>2009-09-25T12:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:04:02.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>funny kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sr0TMQmkDEI/AAAAAAAACtk/p3Ml9WAbUBo/s1600-h/P1010228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385481830741052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sr0TMQmkDEI/AAAAAAAACtk/p3Ml9WAbUBo/s400/P1010228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; a ton and think he's the best, but I still realize the funny things about his personality. I've mentioned before how he hates public. No joke, EVERY time I run an errand he screams at least once during the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examples:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ward activity.&lt;/strong&gt;Last weekend at our 5k, he's in the stroller and barely keeping it together as long as no one acknowledges his existence. A friend comes up and says "oh, hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;! Look how big you're getting"...to which he looks at me and Mike, turns his lip out and screams (with no build up). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church.&lt;/strong&gt; Sacrament meeting is over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; is on my hip. A lady walks by and says, "Wow, he's sitting up on his own and everything"...to which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looks at me, turns his lip out and screams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; While walking out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kohls&lt;/span&gt; an older lady looks over at us (she made the mistake by noticing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, who likes to go unnoticed) and mentions "I have 20 grandchildren"...to which....YOU get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this normal? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Maye he is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extra sensitive? Shy? Just a baby?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny kid. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385481847447298322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sr0TNO1pIRI/AAAAAAAACts/HSQREgjiGOg/s400/P1010225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-965230260046042175?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/965230260046042175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=965230260046042175' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/965230260046042175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/965230260046042175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-kid.html' title='funny kid'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sr0TMQmkDEI/AAAAAAAACtk/p3Ml9WAbUBo/s72-c/P1010228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-9209123099110278365</id><published>2009-09-18T23:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:00:05.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginner</title><content type='html'>I decided I want to start doing fun projects. I figure since I got a sewing machine for Christmas, I could start with something easy. Any ideas? I was thinking of some kind of blanket or baby blocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for easy sewing projects, I stumbled upon these suggestions for beginners and cracked up. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Grocery bag caddy (I rename this: Poop Look-A-Like Thing)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383052427513043826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SrRxqYU4G3I/AAAAAAAACss/_Qe0KoxjBWU/s320/grocerybagcaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bitter Cold Face Warmer (I rename this: Old Western Dust Blocker OR Hostage Shut-er Up-er)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383052430068997282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SrRxqh2Q3KI/AAAAAAAACs0/Q7nlR-sIVb8/s320/bittercoldfacewarmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Checkbook holder (I rename this: Most Worthless Item Ever)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383052447755504002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SrRxrjvDiYI/AAAAAAAACtE/JjS5s8KzGI0/s320/checkbookfinishedboth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Removable Money Hiding Bra Pocket (I rename this: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383052441309743378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SrRxrLuRCRI/AAAAAAAACs8/8WgQnO2wJq4/s320/removable+money+hiding+bra+pocket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me. I want a fun sewing project. These will NOT do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-9209123099110278365?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/9209123099110278365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=9209123099110278365' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/9209123099110278365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/9209123099110278365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginner.html' title='Beginner'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SrRxqYU4G3I/AAAAAAAACss/_Qe0KoxjBWU/s72-c/grocerybagcaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1291145228767186515</id><published>2009-09-14T23:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:50:10.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Of life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sq8pUlRJqcI/AAAAAAAACrc/4Zn0fQINJX8/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381565513309202882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sq8pUlRJqcI/AAAAAAAACrc/4Zn0fQINJX8/s400/P1010202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pictured above: me holding a &lt;em&gt;portion &lt;/em&gt;of the weed of life that I sawed down today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever something is really big, I like to add "of life" after it. So...I present to you the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEED OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally gave in and sawed down a weed in my neighbors yard that was practically a tree. It was approx 6 ft. tall and the truck was 3 inches in diameter. Can you say Nasty. Na-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haaaaa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;styyyy&lt;/span&gt;. I had to take action as the owner only comes to visit 2 times a year from CA (yes, this is the same house from the post with the &lt;a href="http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-just-me.html"&gt;creepy ghost looking thing in the backyard&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please people, keep your weeds under control. Hint: weeds are officially OUT of control once they start consuming neighboring yards and when people start mistaking it for a tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1291145228767186515?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1291145228767186515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1291145228767186515' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1291145228767186515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1291145228767186515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-life.html' title='&quot;Of life&quot;'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sq8pUlRJqcI/AAAAAAAACrc/4Zn0fQINJX8/s72-c/P1010202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5151786805448837727</id><published>2009-09-06T23:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:14:16.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Personality</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. Post overload. Mike was out of town, so that is my excuse. Here are a few short videos of Colton showing off his little personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Talking and gurgling.&lt;/strong&gt; Colton likes to talk a lot and explore with different noises. Mike and I thought this noise was particularly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-hWxQZ5e40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U-hWxQZ5e40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Food preferences.&lt;/strong&gt; In this video I ask Colton if he'd like some more peas, to which he responds with a head shake and furrowed eye brow. Funny kid. Probably not intentional on his part, but still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaOxQnkayRQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaOxQnkayRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and save the best for last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Lack of mobility.&lt;/strong&gt; This is proof that my kid is lazy with moving. Just watch. It's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSRUDXujufM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSRUDXujufM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5151786805448837727?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5151786805448837727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5151786805448837727' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5151786805448837727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5151786805448837727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-personality.html' title='Mr. Personality'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-5059547924860453183</id><published>2009-09-05T23:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:52:52.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>...Mike is pretty happy right now (here are the pictures he sent me from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I am pretty happy right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fans across the country are happy right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378227363262555234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SqNNSrSM5GI/AAAAAAAACqs/gzEXa1VotO4/s400/byu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378227367446413378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SqNNS63tgEI/AAAAAAAACq0/kd8IswPumRQ/s400/byu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Awesome game. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cougs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike picked the perfect time to do a guys trip. Not only did Mike get to sit in a suite at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; game, but he also got to play in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; alumni golf tourney (and win), tailgate, hang out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;byu&lt;/span&gt; freshmen friends till 4 in the morning, and cheer as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;. Glad you had a great boys trip babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and you owe me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-5059547924860453183?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5059547924860453183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=5059547924860453183' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5059547924860453183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/5059547924860453183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SqNNSrSM5GI/AAAAAAAACqs/gzEXa1VotO4/s72-c/byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-1144683955048769190</id><published>2009-09-04T09:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:09:22.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattered or creeped?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from running with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. On my run I ran past an older man walking a dog. The following conversation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "If you was my wife, I'd tell you that you looked good and didn't need to run."&lt;br /&gt;Me: While continuing to run and not look back, "Maybe I look good &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;I run."&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Could be true. But you look great for having just had a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I be flattered or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; I think I'm more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Where do people get off thinking they can just say things like that. And YES, I was tightly holding my can of pepper spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Don't worry about my safety. I ran at 8:30 by a road with lots of cars going by and children going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-1144683955048769190?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1144683955048769190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=1144683955048769190' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1144683955048769190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/1144683955048769190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/flattered-or-creeped.html' title='Flattered or creeped?'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-2011690404668754399</id><published>2009-09-03T00:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:00:28.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sp9nsPTgmaI/AAAAAAAACqk/oWwX9rLSjI8/s1600-h/honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377130489823926690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sp9nsPTgmaI/AAAAAAAACqk/oWwX9rLSjI8/s400/honey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;cereal&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Cold&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;crunchy&lt;/em&gt; cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually prefer it to any other breakfast. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived at the dorms at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and had the entire Canon Center at my disposal, I still chose to eat cereal. When I'm at a hotel with a breakfast bar, I always grab the box of cereal. It's actually the only thing that can get me out of bed in the morning...knowing I can go downstairs and eat a bowl of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I also have to eat a bowl of cereal every NIGHT before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when Mike announces we should just "scrounge around for dinner tonight" I get excited because that means I can just have a bowl of cereal. Pathetic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this problem with cereal however. I finish the cereal, but still have leftover milk...sooooo I poor more cereal in the milk to finish it up...but then I need more milk for the cereal...and the cycle continues until I've had about 4 bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I alone on this?&lt;/strong&gt; I hope others share in my cereal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are my cereals of choice at the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Frosted Mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wheats&lt;/span&gt;, Raisin Bran, Honey Bunches of Oats&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime snack: lighter cereals such as Rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krispees&lt;/span&gt;, Special K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664196838319003071-2011690404668754399?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2011690404668754399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=2011690404668754399' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2011690404668754399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/2011690404668754399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/Sp9nsPTgmaI/AAAAAAAACqk/oWwX9rLSjI8/s72-c/honey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664196838319003071.post-4801987057162987070</id><published>2009-08-27T21:23:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:57:09.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374855276818878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SpdSZaXsUII/AAAAAAAACqI/4M8CslrboJA/s400/P1010168+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SpdQmsDxgII/AAAAAAAACpw/uOl5gPEL2jw/s1600-h/P1010175.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turned 6 months this week. Time is a funny thing. Especially in the world of babies. Time seems to tick on minute by minute and day by day so slowly at first..."I'll never sleep more than 1 hour at a time" "my baby is never going to learn how to smile" "he'll always need me to bounce him on the exercise ball to fall asleep". But then, looking back it all seems like it went by so fast. In just 6 months my child grew 6 inches, gained nearly 13 lbs and is almost (I know he's a little behind) rolling and sitting up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; pictures below and remember the emotions I was going through at this time. The nurses placed him in my arms and we just stared at each other. I was so scared. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was darling, but such a little stranger to me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374857235214700722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SpdULZ9pELI/AAAAAAAACqY/UbyGLzVjTpo/s400/P1000341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374853286832741138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SpdQllGBmxI/AAAAAAAACpo/3yBMxEXXmnU/s400/3911-ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now 6 months later, he is a whole little person complete with a personality, likes and dislikes, favorite toys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arms and legs, and our little buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep kissing these cheeks as much as I can, because apparently one day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; will grow up and won't let me. I don't believe it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374855264960958386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SpdSYuMiz7I/AAAAAAAACqA/ZoeqYI-hA70/s400/P1010175+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What great adventures lie ahead in the next 6 months?...rolling...crawling...walking...talking. We have a lot of learning to do!&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/3664196838319003071-4801987057162987070?l=familyofroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4801987057162987070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3664196838319003071&amp;postID=4801987057162987070' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4801987057162987070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664196838319003071/posts/default/4801987057162987070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofroses.blogspot.com/2009/08/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Angela and Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815712982818604682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfFtSBLQT9E/SpdSZaXsUII/AAAAAAAACqI/4M8CslrboJA/s72-c/P1010168+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
