<?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-9057908539388092202</id><updated>2011-11-02T10:13:13.272-06:00</updated><category term='cruise'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Kelly Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-8370803993976264890</id><published>2011-05-19T13:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:41:14.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN IN THE SUN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLxhwrk6Dc/TdVwD--7tPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLJCeN9z9Xo/s1600/IMG_8991.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: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLxhwrk6Dc/TdVwD--7tPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLJCeN9z9Xo/s320/IMG_8991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512124708697330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5kRDRkZ-lc/TdVwD39v8SI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1cChCdcVV6I/s1600/IMG_8922.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: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5kRDRkZ-lc/TdVwD39v8SI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1cChCdcVV6I/s320/IMG_8922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512122824683810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7iNMWP9Tk/TdVwDqcT6pI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2r_DYdMYIEA/s1600/IMG_8918.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: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7iNMWP9Tk/TdVwDqcT6pI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2r_DYdMYIEA/s320/IMG_8918.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512119194774162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGV0xF7OP-8/TdVwDe3wDbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mdPvSqxsR4s/s1600/IMG_8913.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGV0xF7OP-8/TdVwDe3wDbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mdPvSqxsR4s/s320/IMG_8913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512116088638898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqcqsPKtSio/TdVwDfXOw3I/AAAAAAAAAck/t_vTH0NaX3k/s1600/IMG_8874.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqcqsPKtSio/TdVwDfXOw3I/AAAAAAAAAck/t_vTH0NaX3k/s320/IMG_8874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608512116220674930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is very fitting that I publish this post today.  The sun is broken up here in Utah!  We had snow on the ground on Tuesday and it was MAY 17!!!!!!!  Seriously!  I have never had a winter and now spring so gray and rainy! In fact, Utah is worried about flooding.  So.....looking back to sunnier, warmer, and happier days.......THE CRUISE!!!! &lt;div&gt;We had so much fun on this Kelly family reunion!  It was wonderful! Cabo, Puerto Vallarta, and Cabo again!  Beach, dolphins, and shopping!  In that order!  Food-food and more food!  And you can not forget the Hot Molten Lava Chocolate Cake EVERY NIGHT!!!!! Can we go back? There really was not a down point on the cruise.  I even got to have a scalp treatment, back massage and facial.  (Ladies wait to do this the last day at sea, the prices are totally discounted! all 3 services for $79)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU PAT AND CHLOE ANN!!!!!  It was A BLAST!!!  (And thank you Mom for watching Parker in AZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-8370803993976264890?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8370803993976264890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=8370803993976264890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8370803993976264890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8370803993976264890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun-in-sun.html' title='FUN IN THE SUN!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoLxhwrk6Dc/TdVwD--7tPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yLJCeN9z9Xo/s72-c/IMG_8991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-4799555830657891385</id><published>2011-05-19T13:05:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:27:57.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7nm7ahrY3o/TdVq3xWnKNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1A6FeT4HlRk/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506417333348562" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGvOCzDbk6k/TdVrrMeR5_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/rOy_yHvldHQ/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507300786595826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0chHuPBkcP4/TdVsIR6DzWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/yQ1mQjMvlGI/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608507800461495650" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq8isxCidmU/TdVq3pMCQcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Q64VrYJR_8Q/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rq8isxCidmU/TdVq3pMCQcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Q64VrYJR_8Q/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506415141503426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bq34TF0jwWM/TdVq3PpbH4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/BQubdxTZQkM/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bq34TF0jwWM/TdVq3PpbH4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/BQubdxTZQkM/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506408285446018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream come true, AGAIN!!!We had so much fun!!!!!!!  While on the cruise, Matt and his family and our family decided to go to a waterpark in Puerto Vallarta.  It was awesome!  When we got there a worker told us they are having this deal where adults can go swimming with dolphins for only $79 and then kids get to swim with dolphins FREE!!!!  if you don't know any Kelly's.....their favorite word is FREE!!!! So we were able to have this fabulous waterpark basically to ourselves and then we were able to go swimming with dolphins!  It was the highlight of the cruise!  I wonder if the kids realize how lucky they really are! I love this picture with London and the kids.  Can you see their excitement?!?!?!? &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dGqaxvATwqc/TdVrRvRT1iI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SfBLjhyjuv0/s320/IMGP0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506863450838562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1hk9_WXrXHc/TdVq230OahI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FlmPbBePdJo/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608506401888299538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A piece of advice: If you ever go on a cruise- do not go through the excursions on the cruise.  They were charging kids $99 and adults $129 for the exact same thing.  We loved doing it on our own because we rented a jeep, (Yes one jeep for 4 adults and 4 kids but that is a story in and of itself) and then we were able to arrive/leave whenever we wanted to.  Definitely the way to go! MAN! WE HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-4799555830657891385?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4799555830657891385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=4799555830657891385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/4799555830657891385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/4799555830657891385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/swimming-with-dolphins.html' title='Swimming with Dolphins'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7nm7ahrY3o/TdVq3xWnKNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1A6FeT4HlRk/s72-c/DSC_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-8955873669037342042</id><published>2011-02-18T22:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:38:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCcmlpcPZK4/TV9SvRROzgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xhQ67d2HGTc/s1600/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCcmlpcPZK4/TV9SvRROzgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xhQ67d2HGTc/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575265835750968834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFQq6L-EgHs/TV9SvGf2YSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/b7_CtNhStZY/s1600/DSCN0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFQq6L-EgHs/TV9SvGf2YSI/AAAAAAAAAbE/b7_CtNhStZY/s320/DSCN0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575265832859492642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McW_8SRv2y4/TV9Su9zJd5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/VIOB0sFT7L4/s1600/DSCN0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McW_8SRv2y4/TV9Su9zJd5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/VIOB0sFT7L4/s320/DSCN0605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575265830524516242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;OK! So I am only a month over due but oh well.  Happy Birthday Buddy!!!! You are such a great kid and we are so lucky to have you in our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Here are somethings that we love about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*phone calls to dad when he is at work reminding him to bring home treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Cosmo phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Desire to follow rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Quickly say "I'm Sorry" and feel so bad that you start crying when you think you have hurt someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Playing bad guys/good guys with Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Your energy at preschool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*and the daily reports of what is happening with everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*You love of football and BYU for that matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*The fact that you think Uncle Matt makes a billion dollars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*The fact that you think Uncle Chris is the strongest man in the whole entire university! Even stronger than Superman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Your random questions like, "Mom, who is strongest? Superman, Santa or Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*When you say 'in the whole entire university' but mean 'universe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*How you walk Anna to Primary, holding hands, every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*How you love the Bishop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*How you will clean your room because you know I will throw away your toys if you don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*How you are so obedient and well behaved!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*Your interest in who is older, who is bigger, and who is taller.....you vs ________!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;*YOUR SMILE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;We love you!!!!  Happy Birthday Buddy!&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/9057908539388092202-8955873669037342042?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8955873669037342042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=8955873669037342042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8955873669037342042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8955873669037342042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Buddy!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCcmlpcPZK4/TV9SvRROzgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xhQ67d2HGTc/s72-c/IMG_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-2138896897661829875</id><published>2011-01-13T16:14:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:49:28.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really 2011?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-IAxRgtvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_NtmYyJF9LA/s1600/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-IAxRgtvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_NtmYyJF9LA/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813611634013938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-H_l7BVOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ey9C-3oj2ak/s320/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813591407023330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-IAKv3vUI/AAAAAAAAAag/5KkNxEZgKUQ/s320/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813601292369218" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-IAtvpy5I/AAAAAAAAAao/wCAstzh00sQ/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561813610686696338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love, love, love these pictures!!!!  I thought it was time to take another set of family pictures and I am so happy we did!!!!  Our friend, Lindsay Goeckeritz has a studio and she did a FANTASTIC JOB!!!  We gave our grandparents a little magnetic booklet of pix and MY DAD called and thanked me for the booklet!  That really meant alot to me for my dad to call and tell me he loved the booklet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what has happened the last couple of months, well, I am sure everybody was just as busy during the holidays as we were.  We had our annual Neighborhood Christmas party at our house and had 92 people there!  No kids, of course, so it was a ton of fun!  My favorite was when Spencer asked Santa for $1 billion and a REAL jet pack!!!  Santa is smart and gave him play money!  Christmas was wonderful and stressful and enjoyable and crazy!  I realized I was done with crowds, Costco, malls, people, shopping, and spending money when I flipped someone off in Provo! Stupid college people that think they own the streets of Provo!  I do have to admit that it is pretty sad when the cashier at Bath and Body Works tells me that I should go home!  He could even tell I had had it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as resolutions go, the only one I ever kept was in 1997 when I made a resolution to not get engaged!  That is a story in a story but I just broke off an engagement and I was done with dating!   So I never put any thought in resolutions but here are some things that I am looking forward to in 2011: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthdays&lt;/b&gt;: not mine of course, but I love birthdays!  Spencer turns 5 tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traveling:&lt;/b&gt; Cruise in April, Aspen Grove in June, Hawaii in June and who knows what else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Triathlon&lt;/b&gt;: My sis in law talked me into doing the Women of Steel Tri in May!  I am excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IPod&lt;/b&gt;: I got an Ipod touch from Mike for Christmas and I love it!  I am now cool! I know how to download songs from itunes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the excitement of a new year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-2138896897661829875?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2138896897661829875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=2138896897661829875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2138896897661829875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2138896897661829875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-seriously-2011.html' title='Is it really 2011?!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-IAxRgtvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_NtmYyJF9LA/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-1090469555428146436</id><published>2010-11-11T13:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:05:59.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TNxTGNpS_rI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q8garED7WFo/s1600/DSCN0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TNxTGNpS_rI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q8garED7WFo/s320/DSCN0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538393007966060210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addie has really surprised me by wanted to run races.  I think her Aunt Molly is starting to rub off on Adds.  So Addie and I have run, but realistically, walked 2 races now.  They both were a ton of fun!  I hope we continue this excitement in the spring when the weather turns warm again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first weekend in October, my sister (and her family) and my mom and brothers came to visit.  It was a General Conference trip so they came and went but not before we could have a ton of fun with my nephew Max!  The kids were great at Gardner Village!!!!  They had a blast on the witches scavenger hunt!  I love that little kid, Max! He is even more adorable in life than in this pic!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TNxTF-T9rDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pYQ1UQeEiuQ/s320/DSCN0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538393003850050610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Happy Baby Parker!  He is the happiest baby I have ever seen.  He is just smiling and loves to be around people.  In fact, the only time that he cries is when he realizes that nobody is around paying attention to him!  Can we say Spoiled?!  But he is so happy, it is easy to spoil him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TNxTGpfl37I/AAAAAAAAAZc/3MPe6hZv4fI/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538393015441547186" /&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/9057908539388092202-1090469555428146436?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1090469555428146436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=1090469555428146436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1090469555428146436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1090469555428146436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/october-happenings.html' title='October Happenings'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TNxTGNpS_rI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q8garED7WFo/s72-c/DSCN0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-4718346252077764423</id><published>2010-06-24T14:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:50:23.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY very Belated Birthday Jayne!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TCPHpay24KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7jQ4dDceOZw/s1600/DSCN0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TCPHpay24KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7jQ4dDceOZw/s320/DSCN0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486448285448593570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dearest Jayne,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have known that you were going to be mine since I was 10 years old! I will never forget it and I am sure that you won't either since I talk about it often.  But that was the day that my testimony of eternal families was born and I KNEW you were supposed to be in my family.  It was after my Grandma Flake's funeral and I was having a quiet moment saying goodbye to her at the cemetary.  Then, just as real as a bird chirping, I saw a picture of you in my mind.  Blond hair, blue eyes, huge dimples, and I heard a voice tell me "Jane.  You will have a daughter named Jane."  And then 17 years later, that moment became reality when I held you in my arms.  I love the decision that Mike and I made to add the "y' into your name.  It is unique and original, just like you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six years after your birth, I never could have imagined having so many emotional moments with just one child.  I now know why you were brought into my life.  I appreciate your honesty, love and sincerity,and at times, trials.   You have melted my heart with such wonderful, heart felt compliments and made me so frustrated that the only thing that kept you alive was the fact that you were named after my Grandma Flake.  From your febrile seizures when you were 2 yrs old, to your potty training for 1 1/2 years, to your newly diagnosed disorder, I wouldn't change a thing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TCPG4OVcPJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/27W1oEWjq4k/s320/sc0135f155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486447440290397330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when we lived in AZ, one Fast Sunday, you ran up through the choir chairs, and of course, I had to get you.  I remember asking Bishop McMullin, 'What do I do with her?" I had had one of those moments of complete frustration and instantly he changed it with two sentences, "You love her.  Just love her." The funny thing is that I saw the Savior telling me that, not the Bishop.  And once again, I knew that you were supposed to be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget researching Oppositional Defiant Disorder and not knowing whether to cry or laugh because it described you perfectly.  And then reading the test results from the doctors was another confirmation of your personality and the struggles that you have gone through.  I loved going to the 'learning doctor' and having our mommy/daughter dates with you.  I love your energy for life.  We will work through any trials that you will have, together.  And yes, at times I give you more leniency but I know that you are trying so hard to be good.  I can see it in your beautiful blue eyes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TCPG3_BtUhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/s6p2CyDwJrY/s320/DSCN0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486447436181099026" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only prayer for you is to take that good energy and stay close to the Gospel. Be good.  Do good.  Act good.  Show goodness in all that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 6th Birthday!  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-4718346252077764423?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4718346252077764423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=4718346252077764423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/4718346252077764423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/4718346252077764423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-very-belated-birthday-jayne.html' title='HAPPY very Belated Birthday Jayne!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TCPHpay24KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/7jQ4dDceOZw/s72-c/DSCN0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-1546351534437088123</id><published>2010-05-05T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:39:41.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles!</title><content type='html'>I love it when babies start to coo and smile.  And that is the stage that Parker is at!  And the whole family is enjoying making him smile!  We had his 2 mo. old check up and he is growing!  12 lbs. even, 23 1/2 inches.  But I do think "Buppie" will be out of sorts the next couple of days from his shots.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S-Gmga3PVLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RyaNNN5foY0/s320/DSCN0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834498501530802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S-GmhE7eu8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/KdQMwiknOhU/s320/DSCN0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834509793606594" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Parker's blessing on Sunday at our house. Due to the fact of it being Stake Conference.  My mom and sister were in town for Women's Conference and so my dad was the only one who had to fly in for it.  It was very nice but to be honest, I don't know if I really liked doing the blessing at home.  Right after the amen was said it was like, 'OK fire up the grill, and lets eat!"  I kind of like having it at church so that the sweet feeling lasts longer. But it was worth it since I had my family in town.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S-Gmhmk9VEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/J8srdvTHcp0/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467834518825948226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also celebrated May birthdays!  Grandma Kelly's, Jayne's and Uncle Matt's.  I don't know what is going on but I am a rockstar this year with birthday gifts.  Not to toot my own horn but they have been creative and enjoyable but yet needed and practical. Or atleast that is how I feel when I give them away! You know what I mean....not like the generic candle for your ma-in-law, but nothing homemade where you know they are going to go home and throw it away.  Hopefully they liked their gifts as much as I liked giving them.&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/9057908539388092202-1546351534437088123?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1546351534437088123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=1546351534437088123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1546351534437088123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1546351534437088123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/smiles.html' title='Smiles!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S-Gmga3PVLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RyaNNN5foY0/s72-c/DSCN0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6562549108033194764</id><published>2010-03-17T13:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:06:09.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Parker William!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S6EvXbGWraI/AAAAAAAAAXs/riNKdpD1k24/s320/DSC_0591-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449689103552916898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Parker William Kelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Born: March 2, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;4:02 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8 lbs. 4 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;21 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S6EvYio1hLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/syukpZkjlP4/s320/DSC_0679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449689122756461746" /&gt;Our miracle baby!  To say that everything went great with the delivery, would be a lie but I know there are worse horror stories out there and we have all heard of some.  But I am writing this as my journal and not to get sympathy or to be dramatic.  So here is the timeline of Parker's entrance into the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday night: Mike gives me a blessing and tells me that "I will know what is going on with my body and I will be able to express my feelings to the doctors and nurses....And the doctors and nurses will be able to perform to their ability and knowledge."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30 am: got called to go to the hospital at 9:00 am to be induced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 am:  Accidentally took Jayne's ADHD medicine instead of my prenatal pill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:10 am: chugged a ton of water so I could throw up Jayne's meds, but to no avail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:00 am: got hooked up to the pitocin, with an increase of dosage every 30 minutes.  Got checked and I was dilated 1 cm, and only 50% effaced, and Parker hadn't dropped so he is really high up.  Nurse comments that I hope I have a baby today and that I am not sent home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:00 ish: Dr. Terry breaks my water with the nurse literally pushing down on my stomach so that he could reach.  That gives you an idea of how high up Parker was.  But at least I know I am having a baby and I am not going home.  Still dialated at 1 cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:00 pm. Talk of epidural comes up.  My mom tells the nurse I will be ready at 3:30pm (so that I can feel what natural labor is like since she had 5 natural births). But I am to the point where I can't breath, can't even open my eyes, can't talk, and contractions are only a couple minutes apart. My mom goes to lunch, I tell the nurse, when the dr. is out of surgery, I am ready for the epidural. (love ya mom, but I had enough and I am not a pioneer!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:30 pm: Nurse checks me and I am still dialated 1 cm.  I AM REALLY MAD! REALLY MAD!!!!!  Who is hooked up to pitocin for 4 1/2 hours and doesn't even dialate!!!!!!!! And I am ready for an epidural!?!?!? Am I the biggest wimp out there?!  But I know I have reached my limit and I want an epidural NOW!!!!  Went to the bathroom before getting the epidural and I noticed blood on the bed.  I go to the bathroom and passed a huge blood clot.  (it was massive...I literally felt it come out in a fist size ball!)  Tell the nurse and she says it is not normal but it probably has something to do with the fact that the baby was so high up.  Then the anestesiologist comes in and hooks me up to the epidural.  Life is better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:20 pm: The nurse notices that the baby is starting to go into stress and so I am put on oxygen. I am finally dialated to 4 cm.  And the nurse reminds me to tell her when I feel pressure 'down there'. But for now, just try to get some rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:40 pm.  Nurse comes in again and wants to check me.  Baby's heart rate is really going down with every contraction and she says if I have more of these, then it will be c-section time. I tell her I am starting to feel pressure down there and she checks me and says that I am dialated to 8 cm. and we are ready to go.  While she is texting Dr. Terry, he walks in the door to see how I am doing.  He says, OK let's have a baby.  I start feeling 'out of it' right now.  The nurse tells me important information about pushing and I remember thinking, "I know she is telling me something but I don't know what she is saying."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:50 pm: He checks me and I am fully dialated and ready to push.  Then Dr. Terry tells me the same instructions that the nurse told me and I realize what I am supposed to do.  Phew.  The Resident doctor sits down in 'catching' position and Dr. Terry talks him through what is going to happen.  I feel a contraction coming and so I am told to push.  Parker's head comes out and Dr. Terry notices that the cord is around his neck.  He tells the resident dr. to cut the cord and then Dr. Terry pushes the resident dr. out of the way and takes control when he finds out that the cord is around Parker's neck not once, not twice, but three times.  Yes, the cord was around his neck 3 times!  My mom catches on to this whole thing since I am really out of it now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:02 pm: Dr. Terry tells me to push again and I just lay there.  He says, 'Push' and I reply, "you mean me?" (That shows you how out of it I really am).  I push through the second contraction and he is out!  Yes, that is right.  I pushed through 1 1/2 contractions and then Parker was out!!! And good thing too.  Because I passed another blood clot right before Parker came out.  And so he swallowed a lot of blood.  I remember saying, "Is he ok?!  He isn't crying! Is he ok?"  The pediatric nurse takes Parker and has to clean out his stomach because of the high amount of blood that he swallowed.  The nurses all tell me that he is fine he is just quietly taking in his surroundings.  Then the doctor continues to work on me and I find out that there is a lot of blood and that my placenta has gone to shreds.  So he has to pull my placenta off of my uterus, in pieces.  I think the eye opening experience was when Dr. Terry told us how happy he was that Parker came out so quickly.  You could tell that he was extremely serious and happy taht I didn't have to have a c-section right then and there.  And the other eye opener was when my mom asked Dr. Terry what the record for times the cord is around a baby's neck and he replied, "tres.  Tres times."  So I don't know if Parker was the record or tied the record but atleast he is healthy and ok.  And the fact that Dr. Terry and the nurses were calling him the miracle baby is in itself both alarming and humbling at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But both Parker and I are healthy and strong and feeling great.  I am so enjoying this baby of ours and I can't put him down.  I am totally eating him up.  Welcome to the world Parker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S6EvZCHQR9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/7W54Rk23X7U/s1600-h/DSC_0671-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S6EvZCHQR9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/7W54Rk23X7U/s320/DSC_0671-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449689131205543890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-6562549108033194764?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6562549108033194764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6562549108033194764' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6562549108033194764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6562549108033194764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-parker-william.html' title='Meet Parker William!!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S6EvXbGWraI/AAAAAAAAAXs/riNKdpD1k24/s72-c/DSC_0591-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6674005490891285818</id><published>2010-02-26T10:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:24:13.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Happenings</title><content type='html'>It is time to play catch-up again.  So here are a couple of things that we did in February.  Well, actually Spencer turned 4 in January so I guess it is catching up for 2 months and not just one.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gMCDPu6kI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vOXq4uT8DMU/s320/IMG_2653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613379047811650" /&gt;  If anybody doesn't know, Spencer and Mike are best buddies.  Spencer will climb all over him at church, at home and anywhere else, I am invisible and I love it that way.  He loves his 'big buddy' and 'big buddy' loves his 'little buddy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gMBW6pZXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BI2_vrl8X1A/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gMBW6pZXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BI2_vrl8X1A/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613367148209522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell that Spencer is in the "let's make funny faces for the camera" stage? We had some friends/family go to a fabulous place called PIRATE ISLAND for Spencer's birthday.  Think Chuck E Cheese and Mayan Restaraunt and you get Pirate Island.  Needless to say, this is every boys' dream.  It is worth the drive to Orem.  Tons of fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gMAYbaY9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/pksXpM46FuA/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gMAYbaY9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/pksXpM46FuA/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613350374204370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times at Pirate Island.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gL_5UJeOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/r10dL41ykuY/s1600-h/IMG_2709.JPG"&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gL_5UJeOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/r10dL41ykuY/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613342022236386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nevermind the brown whale in the middle of the picture. But it is fitting since we had one last family activity to see "Jonah and the Great Fish" on stage.  The performance was awesome!!!!!  David Osmond was Jonah, and the whole cast was top notch.  Remember Gev from So you think you can Dance?  He was a dancer.  Ashley Delegroso from Dancing with the Stars? Her little sister was a dancer as well.  And there were more fabulous actors and actresses.   If anybody knows about the "LIKEN" dvds, they were the ones that produced the play.  We can't wait for Jonah to go to DVD so we can add it to our collection of church movies to watch on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gL_I0B5_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/oEOZt1HeVgY/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gL_I0B5_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/oEOZt1HeVgY/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442613329002620914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we can't forget the 'false alarm' that happened Feb 12.  I was having contractions so bad that when Mike came home from the temple, I started counting them.  After 10 contractions in one hour, we headed to the hospital at 11:30 pm.  The great joke was on us though.  STUPID BRAXTON HICKS!!  So Mike's mom and dad were on the way to the hospital around 12:30 am when I was told I was going home.  So they ended up spending the night at our house and I got a shot of morphine and phenegren.  So Grandma made Valentine Sugar Cookies with the kids.  (Jayne wanted to watch Sat. morning cartoons) but Addie and Spence loved the time with Grandma.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just get ready because the next post will be of the new little guy.  Only 5 more days (if I don't get bumped from the induction list on March 2).  Cross your fingers because I know that we are. Hope you all had a great Jan/Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-6674005490891285818?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6674005490891285818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6674005490891285818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6674005490891285818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6674005490891285818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-happenings.html' title='February Happenings'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S4gMCDPu6kI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vOXq4uT8DMU/s72-c/IMG_2653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6178662338933406075</id><published>2010-01-14T09:56:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:44:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Tonsils and Adenoids!</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Spencer had the wonderful priviledge &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(note sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt; of getting his tonsils and adenoids out.  We felt like it would be a good idea since on a healthy day his tonsils were a size 3+( out of 4) and his adenoids had a 50% blockage.  Nevermind all of the snoring, sleep apnea, coughing attacks during the winter, sinus infections, and strep throat.  So Monday was the day!  And he was such a trooper!  He was wonderful!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that was a bit nerve-racking was when the surgery was scheduled for 1:00 pm and the ENT Dr. hadn't shown up yet.  At 1:15 pm, both Mike and I were aware that Spencer's patience was closing, QUICKLY!!!  Can you blame him if the only thing he had for breakfast was jello and apple juice and then he had to stop eating that at 10:30 am????  Needless to say, he was hungry and he was going to let everyone know in about 2 minutes.  But then the Dr came and he was gone at the nick of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Spencer is dressed and ready to go.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S09OGTkEyrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cmtSndXxA58/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426641946242501298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Uncle Chris, Cosmo the dog, dad, and the star of the day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S0-px_R-4ZI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UzV1w6TVKYY/s320/IMG_2637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426742752270279058" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(sidenote: Uncle Chris is Mike's oldest brother from Michigan who is a Plastic Surgeon.  He was there for moral support and it was very comforting having someone know all of the 'lingo' and the right questions that we didn't even think to ask.  Thanks Chris!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saying goodbye! EVERYONE at the hospital were so awesome and nice to Spencer! They even let him take Cosmo with him to the OR.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S09OHVQ1BvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6ZFnyESZLmM/s320/IMG_2643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426641963878516466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the surgery, which lasted 20 minutes, they let one of us go to the PACU room, which is before the recovery room.  I said to MIke, "I pushed him out, I get to see him."  But down the hall, I could hear him crying for daddy.  So I came in and there were 3 nurses with him and he was upset.  I asked him if he wanted mommy or daddy. Of course, he said daddy and so I gave him a kiss on the forhead and turned around and got Mike from the waiting room.  I couldn't even tell you what the PACU room looked like, I was in and out so quickly.  After 10 minutes, they were transfered to the recovery room and that is when Uncle Chris and I were able to see him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is what Chris and I saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S09U3CGm3oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QxCrxdnoNn0/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649380438859394" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S09U3r45SNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/5Rpt---iqkE/s320/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426649391655635154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, after Spencer saw Mike, he immediately calmed down and fell asleep.  After that, he was a gem!  Wanted apple juice, Sprite, and to watch TV.  And he got it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(His ride to the car.  Loving the attention!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-6178662338933406075?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6178662338933406075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6178662338933406075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6178662338933406075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6178662338933406075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-tonsils-and-adenoids.html' title='Goodbye Tonsils and Adenoids!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/S09OGTkEyrI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cmtSndXxA58/s72-c/IMG_2636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-706602027121806562</id><published>2009-12-24T09:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:32:32.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SzOWrI9mbuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/I5yU1TR_EUk/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SzOWrI9mbuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/I5yU1TR_EUk/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418840444541234914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just wanted to wish you all a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is out, parties are over, shopping is done, breakfast is cooked, and the house is clean!  Now it is time to enjoy the true meaning of Christmas and enjoy it with family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!  Love, The Kelly's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-706602027121806562?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/706602027121806562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=706602027121806562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/706602027121806562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/706602027121806562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SzOWrI9mbuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/I5yU1TR_EUk/s72-c/IMG_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-2426752596901115055</id><published>2009-11-29T08:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:12:31.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without the letter between x and z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SxKdZWxWA6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/47nnos91_hg/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SxKdZWxWA6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/47nnos91_hg/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409559161360221090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one reason or another, the letter between x and z doesn't work on 'mi' 'kee'board.  I am 'tri'ing to figure out what is going on.  I wonder if it could be the end result of a certain 3 'ear' old 'boee' 'tri'ing to text on the computer.  Just 'tri' it.  Just 'tri' to 'tipe' without one letter.  I bet 'ewe'r big brain goes 'crazee' like I am.  What did Danielle 'sae'??.... "going 'crazee' until 'ewe' are face down in a chocolate cake, mumbling a bunch of nothing?!"  I am almost there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joke for the 'dae': What is the difference between the swine flu and bird flu?  'Ewe' have to take oinkment with one and a tweetment with the other.  (Thank 'ewe' Scott Blair for that fabulous joke!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA HA HA HA HA. (ok. time to wipe off the chocolate cake....I am 'officiallee' losing 'mi' mind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-2426752596901115055?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2426752596901115055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=2426752596901115055' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2426752596901115055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2426752596901115055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-without-letter-between-x-and-z.html' title='Life without the letter between x and z'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SxKdZWxWA6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/47nnos91_hg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-495884397493281471</id><published>2009-11-18T12:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:07:59.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to look for Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SwROUBFW3mI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8gz9ZsinqJA/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SwROUBFW3mI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8gz9ZsinqJA/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405531558546693730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So I admit that I had the typical feelings that most people do when they see their oldest child getting baptized.  "Has it really been 8 years since I held her as a sweet little newborn?!  Has 8 years really gone by that quickly?! Am I really old enough to have one of my children getting baptized?!  Have I taught her enough about the Holy Ghost to have her make the right choices?!  Is it really only going to be another 8 years until she can date?!?!?!?!"  Like I said, typical feelings.  I was prepared for those feelings.  I will tell you what I wasn't prepared for.....my emotions.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy cow!!!!!  Blame it on hormones, blame it on lack of sleep, blame it on whatever but where in the world did the emotions come from?!  All my sister in law, Molly had to do was look at me before the Baptism service started and I started losing it.  Like to the point where I couldn't even sing the songs or hide my emotions.  RED PUFFY EYES, here they come!  Tissues, I had...Composure, I did not.  I even heard my brother in law, Matt say something to his 3 year old daughter about "look at Aunt Angie...she is crying."  And he was on the side pew. Not even sitting next to us. ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SwRNkeFxY1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iX8wRZbgNxk/s1600/IMG_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SwRNkeFxY1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iX8wRZbgNxk/s320/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405530741699339090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SwRNkJnwFbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/gfObbI9p85k/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a great baptismal service.  Talks were fabulous, songs were sung with spirit and a special excitment was in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I loved the fact that it was just me and Addie in the dressing room.  I was able to watch from the side of the font and see her grinning ear to ear.  She couldn't stop smiling.  It was great!  As I was getting her dressed, I realized the next time I help her into a white dress will be her wedding dress (in 20 years).  It was a moment that both Addie and I just looked at each other and hugged.  It was a very sweet moment. A tender mercy moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who came and supported Addie on her special day.  Especially her Gma and Gpa Llewellyn who flew from AZ to be a part of it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-495884397493281471?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/495884397493281471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=495884397493281471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/495884397493281471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/495884397493281471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-to-look-for-rainbows.html' title='I like to look for Rainbows'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SwROUBFW3mI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8gz9ZsinqJA/s72-c/IMG_2371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-7781117645175089585</id><published>2009-10-23T14:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:57:00.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight is GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuCCpd8JN2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/TeVgDWUWCH4/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuCCpd8JN2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/TeVgDWUWCH4/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395456002512992098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can not believe it but Adelaide Joy is now eight!  I can not believe it was 8 years ago that I seriously quit going to BYU a million times because I couldn't handle the pressure of my Economics midterms and having a baby that would projectile vomit after every feeding.  But how she has changed my life for the better!&lt;div&gt;It is hard to put my feelings into words.  (where are you Kathryn when I need you to write something sweet and sentimental?!)  But I will try to express my love for this beautiful girl!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been so good from day one!  All I would have to do is say her name in a scolding way and she would stop in her tracks and come back to me.  She &lt;b&gt;wants&lt;/b&gt; to be good.  Literally, has a &lt;b&gt;desire&lt;/b&gt; to do the right thing.  She is always happy and well mannered.  She is obedient.  She loves to help others.  And she wants to make others &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt;, even if that means she doesn't get what she wants. She is my song bird.  She is constantly singing and actually has a good voice.  She has guts to sing a &lt;b&gt;solo&lt;/b&gt; at her great-grandma's funeral when she was only 5 1/2!  And she did a great job, always in tune.  But that is how she has lived her first 8 years.  Always&lt;b&gt; in tune&lt;/b&gt; with the right things: church, family, school, activities, friends.  I am amazed at how much she teaches me.  I will catch her &lt;b&gt;praying&lt;/b&gt; in her closet, after I have had a serious mommy temper tantrum, asking forgiveness for making me so upset.  She loves to learn, both secularly and spiritually.  As long as there is singing involved, church could last 8 hours for all she cares, she loves it.  She wants to do what is right.  She has definitely lived up to her name:  &lt;b&gt;JOY&lt;/b&gt;!  She is just a joy to be around.  And she wants others to be joyful as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited to see what the next 8 years will entail.  Hopefully I will be able to be worthy of such a wonderful daughter because I know she is wonderful inspite of all of my imperfections as a mother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU ADDIE AND I AM SO PROUD TO BE THE ONE YOU CALL MOTHER!&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/9057908539388092202-7781117645175089585?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7781117645175089585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=7781117645175089585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7781117645175089585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7781117645175089585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/eight-is-great.html' title='Eight is GREAT!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuCCpd8JN2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/TeVgDWUWCH4/s72-c/IMG_1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5096846896100195701</id><published>2009-10-22T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:55:56.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A ...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I am feeling 100% better.  Yes, I am still on Zofran but I have been off of IVs for quite some time now, maybe over a month.  I am able to shower, clean, cook, do laundry and run errands.  But even though I &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; do those things, doesn't mean I &lt;b&gt;actually do&lt;/b&gt; them......ha ha ha ha. But no seriously, this is my happy stage.  I am 21 weeks and doing good.  The best way to start my 'happy stage' before I go into my 'preterm labor stage' is finding out the sex of the baby.  So here "it" is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuB9-cmvNWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MYTgq2akhHU/s320/BABY_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450865373885794" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Yes indeedy!  We are having a BOY!!!!!!!  Can I tell you how happy I am!  I honestly thought we were going to have a girl just because this pregnancy has been so hard.  And I stressed over it.  Not about having a girl but just about finding out.  I have had nightmares that this baby was hiding and we wouldn't be able to find out.  I had nightmares I missed my doctors appointment.  I had nightmares that I went to a hospital in AZ on accident for the ultrasound.  I have had nightmares for two weeks now.  But now HE is real.  We can start thinking of names.  And getting the kids excited!  This works out great because now the girls can share a room and the boys can share a room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuB9-mHVvLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7D8IY5ZFFfg/s320/BABY_34.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450867926547634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And boy oh boy was this little guy active.  He was constantly moving.&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuB9-TVc57I/AAAAAAAAAOw/70DzfBecJnM/s320/BABY_29.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395450862885463986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-5096846896100195701?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5096846896100195701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=5096846896100195701' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5096846896100195701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5096846896100195701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/its.html' title='IT&apos;S A ...........'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SuB9-cmvNWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MYTgq2akhHU/s72-c/BABY_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-3735089944530905193</id><published>2009-09-23T11:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:31:57.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks!</title><content type='html'>&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SrpilBWF6KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oLF3bmXbX0o/s320/IMG_2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724692630628514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So apparently I was a lot sicker than I thought.  My worst day was actually on my birthday at the end of August.  I couldn't stop throwing up.  It seemed like my zofran just stopped working that week.  So I had to swallow my pride, call the dr, and say it is time for me to be on an IV.  And I called the RS President and said we need meals.  So my birthday present came a day later and I was hooked up to the homecare IV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I guess it was alot worse than I thought.  The nurse said that I was so dehydrated that my heart rate was slow and blood pressure low.  (didn't know that could really happen) My mother in law said that I would just stare at the wall and not respond to anything.  I remember just being sleepy. (ps I owe Chloe Ann a million dollars for coming over, spending the nights when Mike was out of town, cleaning, doing laundry and putting up with my out of control kids.  And yes....they have been completely out of control, somehow they knew they could get away with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; since I was hooked up and couldn't chase them around the house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it's almost a month later and the nurses called me today to tell me that I am going to have my 'file' closed.  Which means I am ok.HOORAY!!!!!!  I had a melt down on Saturday because I did too much on Friday and was throwing up again.  During heaves, I am bawling, telling Mike "I don't want to be put of the IV again!  The nurses said if I threw up again, they would hook me up!!!"  Saturday was not a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this is the purpose of my post: In 3 years from now when I think, "wouldn't it be nice to have a cute little baby" this will remind me.  I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH IVs, NEEDLES, FLUSHING IVs, CATHETERS IN MY ARM, AND PUKING!!!!  NEVER, NEVER, NEVER AGAIN!!!!!  (the rest of my kids can go to that lady on TLC who is pregnant with her 20th kid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SrpilskA4EI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xv7k4ONlsdY/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724704231743554" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(The 'lemonade' which Spencer calls it is actually vitamins in the IV bag, not urine.  It had the worst after-taste.  That alone made me sick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SrpikodFWXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ha8rGXyFMq0/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384724685949065586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-3735089944530905193?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3735089944530905193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=3735089944530905193' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3735089944530905193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3735089944530905193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SrpilBWF6KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oLF3bmXbX0o/s72-c/IMG_2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-2873176788380751271</id><published>2009-07-29T10:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:40:52.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, Mike came home and read the following ad in the classifieds:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WANTED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Loving, kind , handsome, and able to scold kids at times.  And also patient, willing to pay for cleaning ladies and a lot of fast food. (Even if she throws it up right after.) And don't forget, willing to clean up urine because wife is throwing up so hard, she peed her pants.  Services needed until March.  And then baby duties will be involved.  Preferably a husband that goes by the name of Mike or Miguel.  Call Angie for more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-2873176788380751271?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2873176788380751271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=2873176788380751271' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2873176788380751271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2873176788380751271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/news.html' title='NEWS!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-578197832847512001</id><published>2009-07-05T10:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:20:02.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S OUT... FINALLY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have started summer, officially on July 2.  That was Addie's last day of First grade!  But I do have to admit that I don't think I even had senioritis this bad when I was a senior in high school.  I took Addie out of school a couple of days here and there the last few weeks.  Why?  Why Not?!  So this is how we celebrated the last couple of weeks of school: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went to This is the Place park with our friends, the Witts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDcp6nVLhI/AAAAAAAAANI/f0eqDmVNy0w/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022569610489362" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDf6s9pH3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/9jMAt1h3MkY/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026156538634098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we celebrated the formation of a new school district(first time in 100 years) by going on a bus ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDcqJlMY8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Od0H6SjV-uk/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022573628056514" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDf506F3BI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ruDazHXduCY/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026141491354642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then we had all of the end of the year field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDf5lffLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/iDF1d9Pnjqs/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026137353235602" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDcpUGMzZI/AAAAAAAAANA/cjdjiXoNgtE/s320/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022559270981010" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDf6fW2mUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4Wndwn2MNHE/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026152886278466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Not to mention Bear Lake for Father's Day weekend.  (more pics coming)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we had the BEST 4th of July I have ever had.   Bike parade, food, shaved ice, more food, ambush of water balloons from the Witts, and even more food and then fireworks!  It was a blast!  LITERALLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDf5TIiZgI/AAAAAAAAANo/lB8CQCtgQvE/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026132425139714" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDcqg-rtqI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZW5NA7cz2EI/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355022579908982434" /&gt;Thanks to the Carn's for making it such a fun day.  They were so organized with everything!  And the food was yummy!  I can't wait for round two!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-578197832847512001?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/578197832847512001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=578197832847512001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/578197832847512001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/578197832847512001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-out-finally.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S OUT... FINALLY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SlDcp6nVLhI/AAAAAAAAANI/f0eqDmVNy0w/s72-c/IMG_1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-3429163740480475090</id><published>2009-06-07T17:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:46:03.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things my kids have said this week!</title><content type='html'>I have heard a lot of people writing down the funny things their kids say.  Well, here is my 'journal' moments I have had this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPENCER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are at the mall getting on the elevator.  Another quite wholesome-looking family was in the elevator with us.  And then the elevator started to move and Spencer yells, "Mommy, I love this thing....it tickles my pee pee!!!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you say when Molly Mormon is standing next to you in the elevator?  I just giggled and said, "Spencer, please don't yell."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JAYNE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were having one of those wonderful, relaxing Sunday mornings.  A lot of times the family turns into a bunch of tickle monsters.  So as Jayne was being the tickle monster, she says, "Mom, don't worry.  I promise I won't tickle you anymore.  I promise!!! I am just going to put my fingers on your feet and wiggle my fingers."  Which she then continued to tickle me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADDIE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie is in that wonderful stage of life where she thinks I don't know anything.  Like I have never gone to elementary school.  So she comes up to me and says, "Mom?!  Can I please give you an Indian burn?"  I started laughing and said, "NO!  I know what an Indian Burn is and you can't give ANYONE in the family one!"  Then she replies, "Mom, I know how to make you say 'how'."  And I totally fell for it and replied, " How???"  She started giggling.  And then I realized what just happened.  "Sucker!!!" was what I told myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-3429163740480475090?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3429163740480475090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=3429163740480475090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3429163740480475090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3429163740480475090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-my-kids-have-said-this-week.html' title='Things my kids have said this week!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-4257135590275775188</id><published>2009-06-04T09:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:28:04.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sifny6aEpKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lFJBdATJ4os/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sifny6aEpKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lFJBdATJ4os/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494344756470946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you have not seen the New Moon trailer yet....boy have you been missing out.  I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!  It looks awesome!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just hope this new director puts Edward in more 'classic' of clothes.  I thought he kind of looked like a slob in Twilight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like Edward was wearing Rob Pattinsons' clothes.  I always thought Edward was a classic, sharp dresser.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kind of like Matt Lauer.  So we will see in the movie, huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have seen this video a million times and I can't wait for November 20!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I must be really stupid because I can't dowload the video.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just go to www.stepheniemeyer.com to see it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9057908539388092202-4257135590275775188?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4257135590275775188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=4257135590275775188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/4257135590275775188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/4257135590275775188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sifny6aEpKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lFJBdATJ4os/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5324294987586685218</id><published>2009-05-30T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:10:01.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Small World!</title><content type='html'>I love it when you know someone who knows someone that knows someone that knows you.  Well this is the latest experience I have had.  My neighbor/good friend has a younger brother who is going to work on a farm in Wyoming for the summer.  So I asked, "Oh. Where in Wyoming?"  He replies, "with my aunt and uncle in Cody."  I start screaming and have a 14 year old boy looking at me like I am crazy.  So I go to Katie and say, "You have an aunt and uncle who live in Cody?!?!?!?!"  And now she thinks I have fallen off of my rocker as well, because her response is, "yesssss."  I then tell her that right when your aunt and uncle are at your house to pick up your brother, let me know.....I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; they know people that I know!!!!  So I meet her aunt and uncle and sure enough, they know people that I know.  Not just that but are neighbors to people that I know.  The best part is that the people that I know is my old college roommate from Ricks, who taught me all of my homemaking skills.  Who I spent the two Thanksgiving holidays with in Powell, while I was up at Ricks.  I am sure Katie's Aunt and Uncle think I am crazy because I couldn't stop talking about my friends from Powell and Cody. They listened to some crazy lady (me) telling stories that happened over 10 years ago in Arbor Cove's Apartment 1A up at Ricks. And how people from Cody single-handedly carried me through the Economics program at BYU.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can see, it truly is a small world after all.  I love that now, even after 10 years of being out of touch, of thinking of my wonderful roommate often, thinking of how her family is doing, you always have another chance to get connected again.  So thank you to Katie's aunt and uncle for Jamie Jacobsens' information.  Now I only have one more roommate that I need to find......anybody know Carly Jiles Lowry, from Provo?!  These two girls were my best friends in the truest sense.  They taught me so much. I am who I am because of my experiences with these two ladies up at Ricks.  We laughed together, we cooked together, we cleaned together, we white-gloved until 3 am together, and we cried together.  They were there for my wedding and I think of them constantly.  I can't wait to get in touch with Jamie and Carly.  I love them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-5324294987586685218?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5324294987586685218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=5324294987586685218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5324294987586685218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5324294987586685218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small World!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-1272261354067131001</id><published>2009-05-27T09:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:11:15.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Miss Lacey!!!!</title><content type='html'>&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sh1eLTFhKEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gQWsAGIx4hw/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340528281326266434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You thought this was going to be some end-of-the-year tribute to Addie's and Jayne's teachers right?!  WRONG!  This is a tribute to Addie's 'Up With Kids' Director, Miss Lacey.  She is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;golden star&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  First of all, she knew how to handle Jayne at the beginning of the year, until Jayne quit.  Secondly, Miss Lacey knew how to put the kids in their place and still be nice about it.  Third, she was so animated that Addie would go home and act like she was Miss Lacey.  Fourth, she is as cute as punch and taught these kids a TON about performing!!!!!!  And you should have seen the shoes she was wearing.  Can I say "HOT!!!!!!"  (Ok.  I couldn't resist the pic of her shoes.  And this pic doesn't do justice.  Just look behind Spencer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sh1ilSbAisI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cBovbXPJogE/s400/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533125871078082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The play that they did was "Enchanted..starring YOU!' and it was so cute.  Addie was The BEST Eeyore ever!  (Am I biased?!)  We taught her how to kind of 'sulk' out her lines like Eeyore would have.  And she did it. She was a hit!&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sh1eKw7fhHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9bHWVWUlyfQ/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340528272157410418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The funniest part was after the play, I had both Jayne and Addie crying.  Addie was crying because she loved Up With Kids so much and she was going to miss Miss Lacey.  Jayne was crying because she quit in December and didn't get a trophy (actually an Oscar) after.  It was a good lesson for Jayne to learn...stick it out and you will be rewarded.  And I told Addie that she will be coming back in the fall.  Just enjoy the break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Addie's friend Lauren.  She LOVED Enchanted maybe even more than Addie did. Let's just say that 'Up With Kids' was right up their ally!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sh1ilLtn9hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JxFQI4zbI9Y/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533124070110738" /&gt;Thanks to the family for coming.  Sorry about the directions.  And just think....only a year until we can do it again!&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sh1ik1-2e8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/k4BGy9is8Lk/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533118236785602" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-1272261354067131001?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1272261354067131001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=1272261354067131001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1272261354067131001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1272261354067131001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-love-miss-lacey.html' title='We love Miss Lacey!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Sh1eLTFhKEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gQWsAGIx4hw/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6097242847472068885</id><published>2009-05-11T14:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:46:49.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SgiOLWYbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/grhzVmw2gLE/s1600-h/IMG_1352.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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SgiOLWYbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/grhzVmw2gLE/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334670084258080642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shout out to all of those moms out there!  HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!  I hope your day was as wonderful as mine was.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got breakfast in bed: scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon.  Yummy.  The kids were very cute about it.  After relaxing (and making sure everything was cleaned up by Mike), I had to focus more on the fact that it was Jayne's birthday as well.  I had to make Jayne's butterfly birthday cake.  (her pictures coming later) It was a hit.  After church we went to Mike's parents house and enjoyed the whole family.  It was a great day!  I was even able to talk to my brother who is serving a mission in Knoxville, TN.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, the only way it could have been better is if I could have wished my family "Happy Mother's Day" in person.  At least I was able to talk to them on the phone.  &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/9057908539388092202-6097242847472068885?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6097242847472068885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6097242847472068885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6097242847472068885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6097242847472068885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SgiOLWYbJ4I/AAAAAAAAAME/grhzVmw2gLE/s72-c/IMG_1352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-3544231613544672068</id><published>2009-05-07T20:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:32:17.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and their imagination!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SgOY_wuoURI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zkf_V7TRCGk/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SgOY_wuoURI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zkf_V7TRCGk/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333274604916461842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, Jayne is a constant thumb sucker.  If she is happy, sad, tired, bored, thinking, whatever....she is sucking her thumb.  So yesterday while having a quiet moment on the couch....we had a conversation that went like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Jayne? When are you going to stop sucking your thumb?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayne: (heavy, long sigh) "Mom can I tell you the truth?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  "Of course you can tell me the truth.  I hope  you will always tell me the truth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayne:  (Looking straight into my eyes) "Mom.... (long pause)...... I am a wizard."  "And wizards HAVE to have braces."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (trying to keep a straight face and keep the same serious mood that is in the air) "Okay.But I think even wizards stop sucking their thumbs."  (I really can't remember what I said after her comment....I was just thinking....I have got to write this one down.... don't laugh.  Don't laugh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if any of you know how wizards stop sucking their thumbs.....I am all ears.  She will be 5 on Sunday.  The only thing that gives me hope is that I have never seen a 16 year old sucking her thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-3544231613544672068?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3544231613544672068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=3544231613544672068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3544231613544672068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3544231613544672068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-and-their-imagination.html' title='Kids and their imagination!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SgOY_wuoURI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zkf_V7TRCGk/s72-c/IMG_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6462571801782207171</id><published>2009-04-25T10:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:54:17.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SfM_r3DdM-I/AAAAAAAAALs/l9_c6DgxI7Q/s1600-h/173%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SfM_r3DdM-I/AAAAAAAAALs/l9_c6DgxI7Q/s320/173%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328672806854800354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our 10 year anniversary!!!!  Yep, Mike has had to deal with all of my issues for 10 years now.  I can't believe the time has flown by.  We had a great day yesterday.  It started Thursday night when he gave me 10 coupons for car washes.  LOVED THAT!!!!  And then I woke up on Friday to 10 tulips and cards with each one.  He has been doing this every year.  Can you imagine what my house will look like in 30 years with 40 tulips in a vase?!?!?!  I can't wait!!!!! Then we went out to eat at Tuscany.  Good food.  Great company.  Great presents.  Mike gave me 10 new pieces of jewelry.  They are beautiful!  I truly was spoiled yesterday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this post is for my Mikey.  You can read it if you want to....I won't get dirty.  But just to let him know my feelings.  I don't express my happy feelings very often.  (But if I am frustrated he hears it.)  So here are some reasons why I love Mike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He is the best father!  I love how he comes home and just plays with the kids.  I am nothing when daddy is around.  And I love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He honors his Priesthood. He hasn't missed a day of reading his scriptures since he has been home off of his mission.  (I have missed 3 days just this week!)  That amazes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He is a helper.  He will help anyone, anywhere, anytime.  You call, he is there.  And he can work magic at home as well.  Whole house cleaned in 2 hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  He makes me laugh.  Especially when I don't want to because I am trying to be mad.  I hate/love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  He loves to socialize.  Party?  Anyone.  Anywhere.  ANYTIME.  He always has something going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  He helps raise our kids.  I remember the first diaper he ever changed and how he had to have a towel completely wrapped around his face.  And he was gagging.  Those days are long gone.  He can change a diaper in 5 seconds flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love his passion for sports.  My favorite dates last year were going to the byu football games.  I will be sad that we don't have season tickets this year.  (Recession and all!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  He will go to see a chick flick movie with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  I love his laugh.  And his dimples.  Those bad boys have saved him so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  He will watch the Bachelor with me and be just as excited as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He won't watch Dancing with the Stars with me.  That is how I know he still has his manhood.  That would scare me a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He tells the girls 'Silly Sally Princess' which I found out last nite and made me cry.  My dad used to tell us make believe stories as well (George, Fred, Herbie stories)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  We can talk out our issues.  And then he fixes them.  J/K.  It is me who usually needs the fixing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  He thinks Honda Odysseys are cool! And they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  He laughed when I told him I wanted to train for a triathalon and then told me what it exactly entails.  Why would anybody want to do that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  He is a good tipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  He freaks out about money.  My motto: when you don't have any, what is there to freak out about?  Ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  He likes to play cards with his mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. He constantly wants his back scratched and now Spencer is onto the goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  He listens to the Spirit.  Thanks for checking up on Addie at school.  Sorry the whole house was locked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  He doesn't question my parenting skills.  Or lack there of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. He is tender hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. He married me in the Mesa temple and ripped Parley P. Pratt's temple robe, twice.  Shhh. Don't tell my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. He wants to participate in the Nauvoo pageant as badly as I do.  (There is sarcasm to that.  I would love it...he would hate it but would do it for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.  He thinks I am crazy because I love This is the Place park a little too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.  he loves me for me.  Not how I look, how skinny (or not) I am, or what I am wearing.  he loves ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.  He will hold my hair and rub my forehead as I am puking 7+ times a day being pregnant.  Then he will clean the floor since I was puking so hard, I peed my pants.  Are we really ready for that again?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU MIKE!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THE NEXT 10 YEARS ARE LIKE!&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/9057908539388092202-6462571801782207171?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6462571801782207171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6462571801782207171' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6462571801782207171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6462571801782207171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-years.html' title='10 years!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SfM_r3DdM-I/AAAAAAAAALs/l9_c6DgxI7Q/s72-c/173%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-157786574629951034</id><published>2009-04-21T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:32:48.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have definitely had those days where my kids were so horrible I wanted to cry.  But Monday was a different day.  It was a perfect day.  The weather was perfect.  The kids were perfect.  We had fun, which was perfect.  Which made me want to cry but in a good way.  Addie is off-track and so I thought it would be fun to go to This is the Place park and have a picnic.  And then ride the train a couple of times.  (Nothing much to do there since it is still off-season but those two activities can really get my kids excited.)  And so we packed a picnic, drove there and began our perfect day.We started our picnic and just enjoyed it.  After our picnic, it was time for the train ride.  We were waiting for the train conductor to come for over a 1/2 hour and so I said, tired of waiting, "Kids, let's go to the zoo." Not wanting to go home and definitely enjoying the weather too much to drive home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So we drove across the street and had a blast!  I didn't have to deal with a stroller, diaper bag, diaper changes or anything.  I had Spencer hold one hand and Jayne was holding the other.  We saw everything!  All of the animals were out!  And my kids were sooo good!  Literally, a perfect day!   The sweetest moment of my perfect day was when I was holding Spencer's hand and he kissed my hand as we were walking around.  It melted my heart.  What a perfect gentleman.  I told him "thanks buddy" and he did it again!  I just think he was enjoying the perfect day as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I told the kids, let's get some ice cream sandwiches.  We enjoyed those on the drive home.  My kids were so tired they all fell asleep in the car ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se4B142hlII/AAAAAAAAALk/BY3GcU6zels/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327197434531648642" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se4B1joo1fI/AAAAAAAAALc/CHVEUEvLtpw/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327197428836259314" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se4B1V0q4VI/AAAAAAAAALU/9_ZFlofjddY/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327197425128628562" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se4B1GHjvHI/AAAAAAAAALM/R6KucwkN24I/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327197420912884850" /&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/9057908539388092202-157786574629951034?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/157786574629951034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=157786574629951034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/157786574629951034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/157786574629951034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-day.html' title='The perfect day!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se4B142hlII/AAAAAAAAALk/BY3GcU6zels/s72-c/IMG_1304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6455609443305048658</id><published>2009-04-21T10:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:11:53.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter scrooge or 'real' meaning of Easter celebrator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know about you but I do not go all out for Easter.  We hardly talk about the Easter bunny. I definitely don't buy the $20 Easter baskets filled with junk.  And I really don't buy a lot of gifts.  Blame it on my growing up.  My friends would act like it was a Spring-time Christmas, getting $200cash from the Easter bunny, 5 new outfits, and then massive baskets from the Easter bunny.  Call me an Easter Scrooge if you want, I don't care.  We do color Easter eggs.  We do have an Easter egg hunt and have the kids get chocolate and have fun.  And I did get them new church outfits.  And Mike and I give them some kind of gift from Christ.  It might be a new book to keep them quiet in church.  This year it was cute CTR rings.  Not expensive but kid friendly.  Especially since Jayne chewed hers up in 10 minutes.  But on Easter I was wondering if I am doing my kids a service by focusing more on Christ or am I just making Easter boring.  And then I found this video and realized that, for my family, I like our 'traditions'.  Just go to Youtube and search Mormon Messages.  It is titled "An Apostle's Easter thoughts on Christ"  (for some reason I had issues downloading it on the blog).  Elder Holland's talk was, by far, my favorite talk during Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here are some pix to prove I am not an Easter Scrooge.&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se39ZSMS-4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/8RddSYlFD8Q/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327192545071135618" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se39lvVQPOI/AAAAAAAAALE/8jBzSrZW8TY/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327192759051762914" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se39Zots2MI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zTap-5B7N1E/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327192551116822722" /&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/9057908539388092202-6455609443305048658?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6455609443305048658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6455609443305048658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6455609443305048658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6455609443305048658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-scrooge-or-real-meaning-of.html' title='Easter scrooge or &apos;real&apos; meaning of Easter celebrator'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/Se39ZSMS-4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/8RddSYlFD8Q/s72-c/IMG_1294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6138374149775043068</id><published>2009-03-31T15:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:49:21.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Croup, shingles, and weeds</title><content type='html'>What do these three things have in common?  They are living at the Kelly household in one way or another.  We just got back at the dr.s office for Addie because she has croup.  Yesterday we were at the dr office for Addie because she had an ear infection and sore throat.  Last week we were in the dr office for Jayne for stomach issues that prevacid is helping.  So my kids have seen the dr 3 times in less than 5 days.  (don't get me started on the temper tantrum that Spencer had yesterday at the dr. office...all I am going to say is that the front office, drs and nurses all stopped what they were doing to watch spencer freak out since he wanted the whole basket of stickers)  That doesn't include my two dr visits last week.  I went in the beginning of the week with my kidneys hurting.  The dr said that I had a back spasm.  Whatever.  I didn't get better and so I made a second appointment 4 days later and as I was getting dressed, noticed all of these bumps right where it was hurting me internally.  I started freaking out thinking whatever has been bugging my 'insides' is now eating away my skin.  Dr. looks at it again and says, 'shingles'.  So now I am on pain meds and some massive blue pill that even a horse couldn't swallow.  &lt;div&gt;The good news is that I have realized I am an expert weed grower.  Anybody need any advice on how to grow weeds, give me a call!  All you need to do is look at them and they will grow.  Tulips...not growing.  Daffodills....not growing.  Perennials...still dead from winter.  Weeds....THRIVING AND BEAUTIFULLY GREEN!!!!!!!  All you need to do is spray weed killer and they will somehow still grow.  Pour a bunch of preen on the flower beds....and you still get weeds.  It is the best trick ever!  NO Hassle!  No worries!  Spent all last summer pulling weeds and whammo---they are back ready to challenge you in every way possible..  Even when there is snow on the ground, they will pop out and add color to your otherwise colorless ground.  Aren't they just wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing what I do best....keepin it real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-6138374149775043068?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6138374149775043068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6138374149775043068' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6138374149775043068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6138374149775043068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/croup-shingles-and-weeds.html' title='Croup, shingles, and weeds'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-534074097357792578</id><published>2009-03-18T09:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:45:56.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day wishes</title><content type='html'>Addie brought this home the other day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/ScEWRURQ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_r5AbGMnbIo/s320/sc00c32dbc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553522028599698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't read it it says: "If I was granted a St. Patrick's Day wish, I would wish...... I would wish for pots of gold, and a baby sister and a baby brother and friends and toys to play with."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just leave the twins to my sister, Heather.  I just love little kids imagination.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-534074097357792578?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/534074097357792578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=534074097357792578' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/534074097357792578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/534074097357792578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day-wishes.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day wishes'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/ScEWRURQ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_r5AbGMnbIo/s72-c/sc00c32dbc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5039133914340683559</id><published>2009-03-10T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:55:07.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever felt?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that if somebody were watching you, they would be laughing hysterically at your poor attempt at something.  Anything?  Anyone?  I feel that way every time I have to snow-blow the drive way.  First of all, our house faces north so that the house blocks a lot of the sun to the drive way.  Second, our next door neighbors have a single story home so they really can have the sun melt a lot of the snow.  My neighbors across the street have south facing homes so that the snow melts 99% of the time without them even having to snow-blow.  Third, I am from AZ, how do you snow-blow properly?  Is there a specific pattern you need to follow so that you don't blow snow onto spots you have already cleaned?  In spite of my insecurities of snow-blowing....I do it anyway.  Easier for me to do it and hope that the rest will melt than wait for Mike to come home when the snow is ice anyway.  I just wanted to to tell you guys that my feelings were confirmed today.  I was out there snow-blowing away when the street guys came to snow-plow the street.  I looked up and the men were totally laughing, waving at me.  All I could do was smile and wave back.  Why were they laughing?  Was it because my 'pattern' is wrong?  Was it because the wind was blowing the snow back in my face?  Was it because I am an idiot and they could tell?  Was it because if I waited just a couple of hours, the snow would melt anyway so that I am completely wasting my time?  But I have tried that....NOT snow-blowing and then sure enough, the snow becomes ice and I have to shovel the ice to get it off.  Not my idea of fun.  So I hope my neighbors and anyone else who drives by, enjoys a good laugh.  I will be out there next time because I am so nervous about snow becoming ice, someone slipping, hurting themselves, and then suing us.  So just enjoy the laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-5039133914340683559?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5039133914340683559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=5039133914340683559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5039133914340683559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5039133914340683559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever-felt.html' title='Have you ever felt?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-3647266525305627820</id><published>2009-03-09T13:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:57:29.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm ok now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SbVx1I0CBlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t4vwDdAVHKY/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SbVx1I0CBlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t4vwDdAVHKY/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311276493266093650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booooo!!! Hisss!!!!!!  What in the crap?!?!  Please tell me that I am not the only one who wasted the last 6 weeks every Monday nite watching the Bachelor?  But just like the title, I do think I am OK now.  I just can't believe that he actually dumped Melissa on tv.  My major beef with that is that only 1 Bachelor/Bachelorette has worked out, none of the others have dumped their fiances on air, so why would Jason?!  I will tell you....RATINGS!!!  Stupid ABC!!! or if you actually think about it, ABC is extremely smart....I know I am not the only one who has talked for hours about the whole ending.   &lt;div&gt;Here is what it comes down to: ABC editing.  We really don't know what was happening.  Molly could have been the sweetheart from the beginning but ABC wanted to change things up so they made Melissa look like the best one for Jason.  And don't even bring up the whole 'producer coaching' stuff.  My major question is what was Molly talking about after the second 'after the rose ceremony' when she said that her character has been questioned the last couple of weeks?  We only found out the night before that Jason dumped Melissa for Molly.  How could her character be in question for weeks?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that Jillian/ABC better be smarter.....I am really hesitant watching it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-3647266525305627820?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3647266525305627820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=3647266525305627820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3647266525305627820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3647266525305627820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-ok-now.html' title='I think I&apos;m ok now!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SbVx1I0CBlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t4vwDdAVHKY/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-1445219706954419126</id><published>2009-02-13T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:46:01.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun!</title><content type='html'>&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMV0wit4xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f2e2fdn1q70/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301605182473102098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After NYC, we took the kids and drove to AZ to visit my family.  We had a blast!  My mom and dad are getting ready to put their house on the market and so they had some small jobs for Mike and then I was going to help my mom paint.  It seems fair since she travelled to Chicago to help us paint our condo and then she helped us paint our house in AZ.  (No, I am not ready to paint my UT house!)  Little did we know we were entering the Twilight Zone of Paint Hell.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMV1XBhJiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/K4KrkkvbjJI/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301605192802838050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me start from the beginning: smallest room in the house had two walls painted a deep burgandy.  Home stager walks in and says get rid of the red walls, just paint them the brown that is on the other walls.  No big deal, or so we thought. My mom already had the walls primed and taped when we arrived.  It should have just taken one coat of paint and then 'texturizing' the paint since it is the Ralph Lauren suede paint.  (Remember when that was big 4 years ago?!)  So we got ready to paint and realized that the 'suede paint roller' had completely dried out.  We used a regular roller (strike 1).  It looked good that day that we painted.  The next day, walked in and saw white spots where the primer was not covered.  So we pulled out the paint and touched up (strike 2).  Now it looks like we had 5 year olds sponge paint the walls.  IT LOOKED HORRIBLE!!!!  So I tell my mom we need to get the right roller and start all over again.   The next day, after spending the night at my sister's house, I get ready to help my mom again.  My dad warns us that mom just had a melt down and she needs help. We find out that my mom had to paint ALL of the walls again.  After the 5th layer of paint, 2 1/2 gallons later ($40/gallon) my mom is crying because you can see the roller marks.  She has had it!!!!!!  I tell her, I will texturize the paint, don't worry about it.  So I make my brother help me.....it was his idea 4 years ago to paint this wall the stupid 'suede' texture anyway (strike 3).  So we get busy while ALL of my family is hanging out. And now the wall looks like suede!  All is fine but did not expect 2 walls to take us 4 days to paint.  Oh well, I owed my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlights of the week: seeing my family; Moms afternoon out; seeing Bride Wars and our guys were the only men in the theater; seeing friends on Sunday; watching Ghost Town with the fam; Mike having fun with sleeping masks; dad telling grandkids 'George, Fred, and Herbie with Donald Duck' made-up stories; and putting the painting supplies away!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMV1kLJRZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zpoJdawNjx4/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301605196332877202" /&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/9057908539388092202-1445219706954419126?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1445219706954419126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=1445219706954419126' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1445219706954419126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/1445219706954419126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMV0wit4xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f2e2fdn1q70/s72-c/IMG_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-7544656986431499175</id><published>2009-02-11T09:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:40:34.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE NEW YORK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMKRohN7aI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hMWDgb6WxdM/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301592484396002722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;A couple of weeks ago Mike and I were able to go to NYC with our friends, Tiffani and Jeremy for the weekend!  We had an absolute blast!!!!  The first night, Tiff and I saw Mary Poppins, 7th row orchestra seating!  I loved it!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMKNw3VGvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ou5pcjYBn1M/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301592417916754674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; Google the song 'supercalifragiliztixpealidocious" (sp?) and you will see what they do in the play.  Amazing.  If any of you are going to NYC, don't buy Broadway tickets in advance......just go to the half price ticket booth.  That is of course, if you are flexible in what you see.  Jer and Tiff were the luckiest..... 3rd row, orchestra seating, center, to WICKED!!!!! Mike and I are seeing it in a couple of months and so we decided not to join them.  We went to the Wicked Ticket booth and asked if they had any seats available for Sat.  These two seats were a cancellation and so if they had enough cash, the seats were theirs!  We told them to jump on those seats!!!!  They loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My 3 favorite things were: Mary Poppins; World Trade Center TRIBUTE CENTER; and then not being there with my kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMKO50wCgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xJj71ythHog/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301592437501725186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Word to the wise.....people around WTC are still very sensitive about it.  We got off of the subway and asked a police officer and contruction worker where the WTC museum was.  Their reply was, "it is NOT a museum, it is a tribute center."  So I asked, "Where is the WTC Tribute Center?" and then they told us where to go. The tribute center was amazing.  I highly recommend it to everyone!  The crazy thing is that there were a lot of 'memorabilia' from AON employees.  It just put more of a personal touch for Mike and I. You get completely frozen in time looking at everything and reading what people were doing that morning. I completely lost my emotions when Mike came up to me and told me of a picture a little child had drawn and it says, "Daddy, I hope you are having fun in heaven."  After going through the group tour, we saw another officer and asked if we could ask some questions.  He said, hesitantly, "OK".  I asked how many buildings are they rebuilding.  He looked at me and said, "None.  They aren't REBUILDING any of them.  They are just building new buildings."  I asked, "Are people ok with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that?"  He looked at me and said, "They didn't ask us, we didn't have a say in it."  That is when I thanked him and left him alone.  Of course, their sensitivity is completely understandable but I just felt like a jack ass that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMKQoLDGBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tDv80fsF0LM/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301592467123148818" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had an absolute blast!  Did I say that?  I just loved walking around and seeing everything!  Statue of Liberty, Times Square, Central Park, Empire State Building, if you spent a week there, you still wouldn't see everything.  I am ready to go back.  thank you to Kim, Molly and Chloe Ann for watching the Kelly crazies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-7544656986431499175?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7544656986431499175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=7544656986431499175' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7544656986431499175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7544656986431499175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-new-york.html' title='I LOVE NEW YORK!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SZMKRohN7aI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hMWDgb6WxdM/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5102562326944115018</id><published>2009-01-22T09:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:50:24.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles, disappointments, birthdays, and surprises</title><content type='html'>First off, I just wanted to thank everybody for your support with my mother in law.  But the first topic of the title actually has to do with her.  She saw her oncologist for the 'mass' in her mouth that we all thought was cancer again.  Well, it isn't.  We all understood that the 'best case' scenerio would be malt cancer. Needless to say, we never thought that it could NOT be cancer.  Miracles happen and apparently  it is not this malt cancer.  They think it is just some kind of infection.  Tears of joy and relief were shed by many.  And now, as far as I understand, they will just watch and see what happens.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I saw the ENT on the 14th. I left with a nasal steroid and 'come back in a month'.  As far as that goes, I WILL be making an appointment for a second opinion.  After the appointment, I was replaying everything that he said and one thing stuck in my mind, and it wasn't good.  I was telling the dr. Spencer's medical history.  As I was explaining to the doctor, he made this comment, "Well even if a child had a cold and took a cat scan, it would show up as cronic sinititus.  Do you know that kids have 7-8 colds a year?"  Of course, it didn't hit me as to what he was implying until I was in my car going home.  You mean to tell me this doctor thinks that I was in his office because my son has had colds?!?!?!?!  Both he and I are complete fools, if he believes that.  I am giving him the nasal steroids and it really does seem to help, thankfully.  But I am pissed to think that this doctor thinks Spencer just has colds.  I will have to do what I have done in the past, video tape his coughing attacks.  And then prove to the doctor that I am not full of crap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is another reason why I was disappointed, NO EXPLANATIONS.  He didn't tell me in detail what cronic sinititus even is, no diagrams of where his adeniods are, or how it affects your sinuses.  The dr. did mention that on a scale of 1-4, Spencer's tonsils are at a 3.  That explains his snoring at night (sometimes stop breathing) and we might consider taking those out, but it is hard to say since he has never had strep throat.  And his adenoids might be taken out.  My frustration, once again, is that I was expecting another Dr. Shimamoto.  Where everything is explained to me in lame man's terms, where he would draw pictures how the whole sinuses work, how he would tell me what he was writing down.  No such luck.  Dr. Kelly does not equal Dr. Shimamoto.  Boo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third of all, on a happy note, Spencer had a great birthday party.  This conversation happened HOURLY at my house, last week. "My boys?  My boys readee for my birfday partee?" asks Spencer. My reply, "No Spencer, your boys are not readee for your birfday partee."  "Mom? Now my boys readee for my birfday pardee?" "Nope not yet Spence, in 4 sleeps they will be ready."  I love the fact that he went from saying, 'my friends' to 'my boys'.  You can imagine how excited he was that it actually came.  Football cake and all.  The funny thing is that the boys were very calm.  No high pitched screaming, no fighting over who is Gabriella, no jumping up and down in dress up shoes.  Just boys playing basketball and other games.  Good times.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SXivdaPjrxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0xZnBM9SJHM/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294174281769660178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, I had play group at my house this week.  I got into one of those moods where I wanted to make phone calls and appointments for everybody: dental, eye exams, health insurance questions, etc.  The boys were playing really well in Spencer's bedroom, or so I thought.  When parents came to get the boys, this is what we saw.&lt;/div&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SXivd8eBCOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8hLaH4wlE-w/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294174290957109474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke grabbed her son and ran, he was actually dry.  Cami quietly went out the door with her kind of wet son.  But I started laughing and grabbed my camera.  Sorry Cindi and especially Christa, who was literally leaving to go to NYC for work, your boys weren't so lucky.  I bet seeing her son completely soaked and having to put on new clothes was not in her schedule. The thing that I don't understand is how could I have not heard the water running.  Boy, those boys are sneeky.  Oh well, they had fun and it was really easy to clean up. Good times.  Very good times. (Mental note: buy more kid's shampoo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-5102562326944115018?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5102562326944115018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=5102562326944115018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5102562326944115018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5102562326944115018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/miracles-disappointments-birthdays-and.html' title='Miracles, disappointments, birthdays, and surprises'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SXivdaPjrxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0xZnBM9SJHM/s72-c/IMG_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6817063267951140625</id><published>2009-01-12T10:59:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:50:45.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid "C" word!</title><content type='html'>This post is basically for my mother in law.  You can read it if you want but just to let you know that I am writing to her.  &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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SWuQn3VB3yI/AAAAAAAAAI4/agMq59XDReU/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290481201818230562" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to apologize for my behavior. I thought being mad at you would somehow make it go away but it hasn't.  I hate the fact that cancer has come up in your, and our, lives again, but it has. And so I am going to stop being mad; mad at you, mad at the doctors, mad at cancer, just plain mad.  I haven't even really explained to the kids what is happening again.  I guess that will be our subject for FHE tonight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my plan from now on: to be a supporting role through this, chemo and all. To help you whenever you need it.  To have the kids praying for you; for Mike and I to be praying for you, daily.  I know that you will fight through this again but I just hate that it has come back.  And then I thought to myself, if I feel this way, how in the world are you feeling?  For that I am truly sorry.  If you didn't know this before, I am a selfish brat.  I am sorry that I was thinking about myself and not thinking about your feelings.  I am sorry for being curt, short, or plainly, bratty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I are here to help you whenever you need us.  I know that you have felt the Comforting Hand before, and I know you will feel it again.  But I just wanted you to know that I love you.  I will be here for you whenever you need me.  I am so sorry for my behavior, you have done nothing wrong.  It has been me who needs an attitude adjustment.  Can I say sorry one more time, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, let's kick cancer in the ass and then kiss it goodbye once and for all!  Don't forget, I can always shave my head with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-6817063267951140625?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6817063267951140625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6817063267951140625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6817063267951140625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6817063267951140625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-c-word.html' title='Stupid &quot;C&quot; word!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SWuQn3VB3yI/AAAAAAAAAI4/agMq59XDReU/s72-c/IMG_0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5218008366012280394</id><published>2009-01-08T12:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:20:37.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow-up</title><content type='html'>I GOT!!!!!  I REALLY GOT IT!!!!!!  I GOT THE REFERRAL!!!!!  I did exactly what I had planned: called Dr. Shimamoto's office and had Spencer's records faxed to us.  Called our pediatrician and made an appointment for first thing on Tuesday!!!  At the appointment, the doctor was very sympathetic and said enough is enough.  He was wonderful.  Little did he know that this was make or break time.  If he was even slightly hesitiant, I would have fired him.  That's right....Doctors work for me.  I am the boss!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it really helped giving him another copy of his AZ medical records.  He saw that he was on antibiotics for 3 weeks at at time trying to clear up his sinuses.  The great thing is that I have an appointment with Dr. Kelly (isn't that funny) on the 14!  Spencer's birthday.  I hope this is the best gift I can give him.  It will be interesting to see what the ENT says.  I may even get a second opinion and go to Dr. Muntz who is the head Pediatric ENT for Primary Children's Hospital. I have friends that have seen Dr. Kelly or Dr. Muntz and they really like each one.  Thanks for the support, neighbor referrals, and I will let you know how the appointment goes on Wednesday!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-5218008366012280394?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5218008366012280394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=5218008366012280394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5218008366012280394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5218008366012280394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-up.html' title='Follow-up'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-8015367887347130171</id><published>2009-01-03T09:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:20:30.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SV-bXBR7pyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NsHlKzSr194/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SV-bXBR7pyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NsHlKzSr194/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287115307339196194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I vent for a moment.  It is about my little bud, Spencer and his medical issues.  I am so over this whole coughing issue with Spencer.  I feel so bad for him and I feel bad for his body.  He has got to be exhausted.  All of his life, literally, he has had this horrible cough and would go into coughing attacks.  Sometimes his lips would turn purple, more often, he would throw up because he was coughing so hard.  When he was just a baby he would wake up in the middle of the night coughing.  I thought this was his way of saying he wants to be fed again, so I would nurse him.  Then he would go into such a coughing fit that he would throw up.  When he was a year old, I asked his pediatrician about it.  He said it is probably asthma since most year-old babies don't have allergies.  (Or maybe it is the other way around...I can't remember) So he was put on steroids and breathing treatments.  Not that much fun.  We did that for quite a while until I realized that the meds weren't really doing much.  We end up giving him more steroids and more breathing treatments.  Often times, the doctors freaking me out saying that he might have needed to be hospitalized if we would have waited one more day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's fast forward to when he is two years old, literally a year ago..... I talk to my friend about my frustrations since his coughing attacks haven't stopped and she told me that both of her girls see this amazing pediatric allergy/asthma specialist, Dr. Shimamoto.  (I recommend him to ANYONE!!!! He is amazing!!!!!) I called him up and made an appointment.  He listened to his lungs for a very long time and said he doesn't have asthma because he is not wheezing.  That is what I had been feeling, since his breathing treatments are useless, even though we still did it.  He said that maybe he has allergy-induced asthma where it is more allergies causing him to have these coughing attacks.  So he does an allergy test...negative.  He really isn't allergic to anything.  So now Dr. Shimamoto, who I love because he listens to me and he put everything in lame man's terms, says we are going to do tests.  Go down the list of 5 tests and see what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first was a trip to Phoenix Children's Hospital for a sweat test to see if somehow he has cystic fibrosis, since I am a carrier.  Test came out negative.  Then he did a couple of other tests, mostly blood tests, all coming back negative.  The last test we did was once again at PCH, where he did a cat scan on his head and chest.  We find out that he has Cronic sinititus. Which is basically a constant sinus infection.  That explains why antibiotics would stop his coughing attacks but we really don't want him on antibiotics 24/7.  Remind you,  this is January/February 2008 and we are in the process of moving to Utah.  So Dr. Shimamoto says that the next steps are to go to a Pediatric Ear Nose Throat specialist and surgery will be involved, to clear up his sinus cavity so that he can breath again.  Great!  Wonderful!  Prayers are answered!!!!   so I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I update our new pediatrician what is going on and he says that if he doesn't have the signs of being 'sick' then the ENT specialist won't be able to do anything.  So we have to wait until he has his coughing attacks again.  All summer long, Spencer was great.  No coughing attacks at all. That was short lived.  In late November, he started again.  He sounds horrible. He can't even sleep because he is seriously hacking up a lung. And of course EVERYBODY thinks he is sick-sick.  People at church give us bad looks like 'why in the crap are you bringing your sick kid to church?!" People at the grocery store shake their head and tell me I shouldn't bring a sick kid out in this kind of weather.  People at the gym look at me like, "are you seriously going to drop your kid off at the kids club when he is sick?!"  And my reply is always the same....."He has asthma,  we are trying a new breathing treatment". Even though I know that really isn't the case, it is just easier to explain it that way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I see a different pediatrician, in early December, at the same office as our normal one since he had the day off.  I explain it to him and he says, here is a prescripction for Promethazine with codine in it to help him sleep at night.  If he is still coughing in a couple of weeks, come back in and we will say 'uncle' and go see an ENT."  I thought FINALLY!!!!!  We are where we were a year ago and time to move forward and get that referral for the ENT!!!  So he stops coughing until earlier this week, which I have given him more promethezine with codine, and that won't even stop it anymore.  On New Years Eve, I wake up to Spencer laying in the middle of my bedroom, staring at the wall, his lips WHITE and his face HAS NO COLOR WHATSOEVER!!!!!!!  I freak out, take him to our normal pediatrician and he says that since all of his vitals are normal, it might be a virus and he is just dehydrated.  (I was worried it was RSV or pneumonia) I ask him about the whole 'seeing a ENT' and he said, "If he doesn't stop coughing or he gets worse in the next couple of days, come back and we will see what we can do!"  I say, "OK, It is probably a virus.  have a great New Years Eve." and I leave.  What I should have done was bitch-slap some sense into this doctor, that I really do like, I really do, and refuse to leave until I got a referral for the ENT!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the venting:  I am sick and tired of 'come back if he isn't better in a couple of days' crap.  "let's just give him one more prescription and see if that does anything"  Done with that one as well. He has had this for 3 years!!!!  Medicine is NOT helping!!!!!!  A YEAR AGO, he needed to see an ENT specialist and he still hasn't.  I really feel like an ENT would be able to help Spencer.  If any of you have heard Spencer's coughing attacks, he seriously sounds like he is going to hack up a lung.  I don't understand why the pediatricians are so reluctant to give me the referral.  UGH!!!!!!!  So here is what I am going to do..become Mamma Bear.  Monday, call Dr. Shimamoto's office and get another copy of Spencer's medical records.  Make an appointment with his pediatrician for Tuesday, he has Mondays off.  REFUSE to leave without a referral.  I even have an ENT in mind.  I just need a stupid referral. And then make an appointment with the ENT.  And hopefully get some answers.   Wish me luck.  Hopefully that won't take another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-8015367887347130171?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8015367887347130171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=8015367887347130171' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8015367887347130171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8015367887347130171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/medical-frustrations.html' title='Medical Frustrations'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SV-bXBR7pyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NsHlKzSr194/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-3600803253438185667</id><published>2008-12-25T12:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:58:12.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Something very magical is happening.....I am calm, relaxed, and not worrying about 800 million things that I should be doing!!  Is it because Christmas has finally arrived?  Is it because my husband is home for a full 24 hours before he has to go to work again?  Is it because I have a white Christmas with snow covering the ground?  Is it because this morning, Mike read Luke 2 and I realized I have neglected the most important aspect of Christmas, Christ's humble birth?  I am sure the answer to my feelings are all of the above.  For right now, I am totally enjoying this feeling.  Pretty soon we will have to clean up breakfast, get dressed, put toys away, and throw away all of the wrapping paper so that we can go and enjoy Christmas with cousins. But for now, I love this feeling.  I just got off the phone with my family, talking to my brother who is serving a mission in Tennessee.  Addie and Jayne are laughing in the other room, playing.  Spencer and Mike are watching Wall-E.  All together as a family!  I LOVE IT!!!!! &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I can't help but think of family members who are on the other side of the veil.  I am sure they are looking down on us, enjoying the scenes of laughter and togetherness as much as we are.  We truly miss every one of those members but know through the great Plan of Salvation, we will see them once again.  And that is why our Savior came to earth for us.  That is why he was born in a manger, so humble of circumstances.  That is why men traveled so many miles just to see him.  That is why shepherds followed the star.  That is why I love Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple pictures of our festivities that we enjoyed!   I hope you enjoy them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPji_yRL0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dxCs-0GtISA/s200/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283816978213056322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPjlJsw4QI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/726LzRv8URc/s200/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283817015234060546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPjjfXsyhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5MPA47arTXo/s200/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283816986691553810" /&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: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPlJk8E_sI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lkTB_PpAb88/s200/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283818740532969154" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPlJT47iMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Tdwk4vk7tYI/s200/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283818735956363458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPjj05m3oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MDyW-EygEPc/s200/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283816992470916738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-3600803253438185667?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3600803253438185667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=3600803253438185667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3600803253438185667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/3600803253438185667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SVPji_yRL0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/dxCs-0GtISA/s72-c/IMG_0770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-7282252827283495696</id><published>2008-12-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:59:00.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Programs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Both of my girls had their Christmas programs this week.  They were great!  To be honest, I was kind of nervous about how Jayne would behave.  But what can I say, she was an absolute HAM!!!!! She knew every facial expression out there and used them all within one song, Santa Claus is Coming to Town.  Where does she get that personality trait from?!  (not her parents, ha ha ha)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsulWZAwHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nFOQX9aRvvs/s200/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281366207222562930" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsssOjs0fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dxHpRNCiq_A/s200/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281364126355739122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Addie did a wonderful job as well.  I loved the gingerbread man theme.  It was so cute how all month long, her class has been talking about the Gingerbread Man.  They even made a gingerbread man who ran away after they baked him.  All month long they have been tracking his whereabouts through postcards sent from family members around the country.  This is a great FHE idea if you are away from family and want to do something a little different.  I might use this idea next year.  (If I am that organized and I remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsux8BPdiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/V4vLlNZlesc/s200/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281366423481841186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so happy that Grandma and Grandpa were there for both of their programs.  It definitely made my day, and I know it made Addie's and Jayne's day as well.  Not to mention that Spencer loved the attention from them.  Thanks Gpa and Gma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsv0PybSHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Dhjr3NP6_ec/s200/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281367562659776626" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-7282252827283495696?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7282252827283495696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=7282252827283495696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7282252827283495696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7282252827283495696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-programs.html' title='Christmas Programs'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsulWZAwHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nFOQX9aRvvs/s72-c/IMG_0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-389449604181747142</id><published>2008-12-18T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:56:16.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmfd036hI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XpS0Dv-vIF4/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmfd036hI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XpS0Dv-vIF4/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281357310046235154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this time of year!!!!!!  I have been dreaming of a white Christmas and now I actually have one again!  (Hopefully the snow will stay.)  Don't get me wrong, in February I will be ready to pull out those capris and put away all of the snow boots.  That most likely won't happen in Utah, I swear it was still snowing in April!  But what can I say....you can take the girl out of Arizona but you can't take Arizona out of the girl!  I still love my spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember when the last time I had made a snow angel, or a snowman for that matter.  So I followed Jayne and made a pretty good snow angel.  It was so fun to be a kid again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmfCrVZpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nKsP7p4POHw/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmfCrVZpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nKsP7p4POHw/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281357302758467218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This specific storm happened Saturday night and since we didn't have to be at church until the afternoon, I thought this was a great family activity.  Especially since Mike didn't have to work and all of his church meetings were over.  WE HAD A BLAST!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can just see the excitement of the kid's faces.  Addie was so excited she even helped dad use the snow blower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmeqacZfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zrahTMsWJtk/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmeqacZfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zrahTMsWJtk/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281357296245171698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9057908539388092202-389449604181747142?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/389449604181747142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=389449604181747142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/389449604181747142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/389449604181747142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow!!!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SUsmfd036hI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XpS0Dv-vIF4/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-7752473570344648283</id><published>2008-11-29T09:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:46:23.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am Thankful for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7qydoDNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eG3A1YFb23g/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7qydoDNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eG3A1YFb23g/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132613658315986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7qVRg-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kTdIf3RUhgk/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7qVRg-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kTdIf3RUhgk/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132605822892434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7CI1K-xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fa-vU4cPvQo/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7CI1K-xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fa-vU4cPvQo/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131915288017682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7BwB9WtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p-q4--aJ_Wc/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7BwB9WtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/p-q4--aJ_Wc/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131908630764242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this a little overdue but oh well.  Better late than never.  So here are a couple of things that I am grateful for.  (in no specific order)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My kids, even though they got muddy head to toe and walked in my house BEFORE I mopped the floor and not after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My house, I finally feel like I can grow into it!  I can't believe all of my furniture actually fit in my old house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My babysitters, the mental break away from mom to wife/woman is very much needed and enjoyed!  Even if I pay you $6/hr and you don't clean up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Mike, because he is my EVERYTHING.  How does he know that I am in such a pissy mood and he can make me laugh even when I don't want to.  He makes me laugh daily.  Sorry for spending so much time looking at People's Sexiest Men Alive issue.  Love ya babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The Gospel, because even though I may have days that I want to send the kids back to where they came from, I know that they are mine FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My friends, from Chicago to Arizona to Utah!  I love you all!  Thanks for putting up with my complaining and my crazies, even when they are naked outside in the front yard!  And the BYU bandit's graffiti!  I know payback is a .......!  And coming to our Christmas parties throughout the years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Church callings because the good Lord above knows that I am too immature for Relief Society so He only puts me in Primary and Young Womens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Mike, (again) for being my social butterfly and always having some kind of party going on or being planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. My extended family, my mom's best advice was that marriage is getting two disfunctional families together and trying to create your own disfunctionality.  I miss you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Mike's extended family, for putting up with my 'disfunctionalities' (is that even a word?) and loving me anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Stephenie Meyer, you are a genius!!!! And thanks for showing young ladies out there that it is okay to have a healthy relationship with a boy without having sex!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  This is the Place Park, I know I am weird but I love it!  I love showing my kids how pioneers lived and the chores that they had to do! And I love that I have a Grandparent Gold membership so that I can get 4 adults and 6 kids in for free everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. My IUD, yes, even though I might have gained weight with you (of course, it isn't chocolates fault), I haven't had a period in 2 1/2 years!  And my mood swings are gone, so Mike thanks you as well!&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/9057908539388092202-7752473570344648283?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7752473570344648283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=7752473570344648283' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7752473570344648283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7752473570344648283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Things I am Thankful for!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/STF7qydoDNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eG3A1YFb23g/s72-c/IMG_0579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-5472770915087920055</id><published>2008-11-23T09:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:28:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this if you haven't seen THE movie yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SSmCjg1HWSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X0TZeKkv9Mg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SSmCjg1HWSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X0TZeKkv9Mg/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271888385433622818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK!  I saw this movie with 4 of my friends and LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!!!!!!!  The actor of Edward grew on me after watching different trailors on twilightthemovie.com.  Bella was perfect!  Edward was GREAT!   I would see it in an Edward heartbeat again.  If I could nitpick and say something that I didn't like....it would be the actress of Rosalee/Rosalyn whatever her name is.  Not supermodel beautiful like I pictured her.  But I guess that is who Stephenie Meyer pictured in her head.  Talking about Stephenie, did you notice her cameo appearance in the diner?  I do need to make a public apology to my friend, Katie, I hope you don't have too many bruises on  your arm from me getting a little too excited during the movie.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a couple of things that I am sad about.  First, having to wait until New Moon comes out to see what happens. And second, dreaming of doing laundry at Wal-Mart and not dreaming of Edward last night.  I do want to read the books again just to have the characters in my mind.  So don't expect the house to get clean anytime soon, honey, once I can get my hands on Twilight, the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-5472770915087920055?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5472770915087920055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=5472770915087920055' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5472770915087920055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/5472770915087920055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-read-this-if-you-havent-seen-movie.html' title='Don&apos;t read this if you haven&apos;t seen THE movie yet!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SSmCjg1HWSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X0TZeKkv9Mg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-2355846305520068785</id><published>2008-11-13T13:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:51:01.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times!  Good times!!!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, our greatest friends in the world came up to celebrate Travis' last treatment of radiation!  It was truly a wonderful time!  To be honest, it was really hard to keep back my emotions at times.  Mostly during the House Bunny movie when I wanted to cry because I felt I was getting dumber each minute.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are just hanging out, playing Settlers of Catan before us chicks bailed out of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOvBx_mWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZSaTLRhRe_M/s320/wr-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242602699757922" /&gt;Kath was happy that Andrea and I saw the light and ditched the Settlers game.  It was more fun to talk anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOvX-_kLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SR-9SZ3xBWI/s320/wr-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242608659861682" /&gt;A great victory for BYU!!!  The weather was perfect.  Sunny and cool!  Literally, perfect!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOvosbojI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ryGEzIEqX1k/s320/wr-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242613145412146" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOwWoQwbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ryK6qgfTkD8/s1600-h/wr-6.jpeg"&gt;I think the basis of this bromance is that they are all BYU fans!  And their wives are hot mommas!!!  Especially in Dance Jams at the gym!  (Don't ask me why it is typing like this?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOwWoQwbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ryK6qgfTkD8/s320/wr-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242625475953074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that stunk about this weekend (other than my feet...don't worry I am going to throw those slippers away..sorry) was that we didn't have MORE TIME!!!!!!!!  I wish it would have lasted longer, a lot longer.  This pic is one where my emotions started to get to me, I will just pretend my face is red from the cold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOwIwSFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xZPW7JIPH28/s1600-h/wr-7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOwIwSFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xZPW7JIPH28/s320/wr-7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242621751497730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't help but thank my niece Madison for babysitting the crazies (kids) for the weekend.  She is an angel!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys!  And miss you a ton!  It was soo good to see you all!  Let's do that again.  Soon, very soon!!! And never forget that 'the eyes are the nipples of the face'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-2355846305520068785?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2355846305520068785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=2355846305520068785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2355846305520068785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/2355846305520068785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-times-good-times.html' title='Good times!  Good times!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRyOvBx_mWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZSaTLRhRe_M/s72-c/wr-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-7855876861099710031</id><published>2008-11-05T19:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:59:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess Halloween is over!</title><content type='html'>Today we woke up to a lot of snow!!!  And it was a lot!  I guess I should take down all of my Halloween decorations and throw away the jack-o-lanterns.  It is just crazy that the radio stations are already playing Christmas music.  But today with all of the snow, I couldn't help but singing some.  The week of Halloween, the weather was beautiful!  We went to a neighbor's halloween work party and they had professional face-painters.  Who would have thought there were professionals out there?!  And they did a good job!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJbckz2uDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/veDjUoeOKyI/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371460825167922" /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJbeY5AsgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a5PK4drIR6M/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371491985306114" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJbceHDsqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DsrsyXLTT4E/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371459026662050" /&gt;We are getting ready to score on a ton of candy!  At the last minute Jayne decided she didn't want to be Sharpay.  So she got her constume from last year and wore it.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJbfEKAWBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xqnIx38aybU/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371503599310866" /&gt;For those that know Jayne know that she can be quite 'spirited' some times.  But what a lot of people don't know is how sweet she can be at other times.  This picture shows one of those many cute times that she has.  Addie wanted to take a picture of us after our Halloween party/trick-or-treating (after I changed out of my costume into more comfy clothes).  Jayne was sitting down next to me and then all of the sudden she gave me this huge bear hug.  I love that girl!!!!&lt;br /&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/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJbgAivVBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/23zVn4_68J8/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371519809180690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-7855876861099710031?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7855876861099710031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=7855876861099710031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7855876861099710031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/7855876861099710031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-halloween-is-over.html' title='I guess Halloween is over!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJbckz2uDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/veDjUoeOKyI/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-229492696824754572</id><published>2008-11-05T19:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:41:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe I haven't posted in a couple of weeks, so here are some pix to show you what I have been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie's birthday party.  We went to see HSM3!!!  I loved it!  And so did the girls.  Thanks Tiff for all of your help!  I definitely couldn't  have done it without your help!&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: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJYdd6zZpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jOdfgyYpZak/s200/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368177620248210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there was the family party for Addie and her cousin Max.  Max and Easton enjoyed the girly dress ups!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJYds2PVzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rjL5qV2wJQs/s200/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368181627639602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins London and Blake getting a little cozy.  They are so dang cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJVzkXeyLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7KXn6DLf4aY/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJVzkXeyLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7KXn6DLf4aY/s200/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265365258773383346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London keeping herself entertained while her mom unpacks the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJVzbefOYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MLa1WTN0KwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJVzbefOYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MLa1WTN0KwQ/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265365256386853250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-229492696824754572?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/229492696824754572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=229492696824754572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/229492696824754572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/229492696824754572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SRJYdd6zZpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jOdfgyYpZak/s72-c/IMG_0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-8815736502525522318</id><published>2008-10-26T22:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:03:22.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our crazies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKyFmtOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/m_ATerAu6Gg/s1600-h/IMG_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKyFmtOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/m_ATerAu6Gg/s200/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693964010731666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKyBOepFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kCdFa2YnaiI/s1600-h/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKyBOepFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kCdFa2YnaiI/s200/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693962835371090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKx1S4CaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eiEwEP-cA_c/s1600-h/IMG_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKx1S4CaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eiEwEP-cA_c/s200/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693959632587170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is so much fun when you stop &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and smell the roses. I think this blog will allow me to do just that.  Here are some of my 'roses'.  Or my little "crazies" as I like to call them sometimes.  The funny thing is that Spencer is camera crazy right now.  He will take my camera and take all of these pictures.  In fact, he actually made Jayne pose on the stairs.  After he was done with Jayne, he made me pose for him....he showed me exactly how he wanted me to sit and where I needed to put my hands and feet.  Hence the following pictures.  And then it was Spencer's turn in front of the camera.  Where do these crazy personalities come from?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVIFVcgdrI/AAAAAAAAACE/B91z0WVU1lQ/s1600-h/IMG_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVIFVcgdrI/AAAAAAAAACE/B91z0WVU1lQ/s200/IMG_0451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261690996145551026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVIFI9Y37I/AAAAAAAAAB8/sc5qiKWeMSM/s200/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261690992793804722" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-8815736502525522318?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8815736502525522318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=8815736502525522318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8815736502525522318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/8815736502525522318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-crazies.html' title='Our crazies!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQVKyFmtOJI/AAAAAAAAADE/m_ATerAu6Gg/s72-c/IMG_0469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-6627384475817095498</id><published>2008-10-25T00:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:41:31.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Adelaide Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_hGT_f7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UP4Ds3y6eBY/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_hGT_f7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UP4Ds3y6eBY/s200/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260977890073214898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_g5azwfI/AAAAAAAAABs/6CcVrh8dCP8/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_g5azwfI/AAAAAAAAABs/6CcVrh8dCP8/s200/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260977886612144626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_gbaflWI/AAAAAAAAABk/9Xg_UDRf0s4/s1600-h/IMG_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_gbaflWI/AAAAAAAAABk/9Xg_UDRf0s4/s200/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260977878557758818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Addie's 7th birthday!  She pulled out her front tooth yesterday so she will be singing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth."  She is such a good girl!  Addie is my songbird and my helper.  She will do anything and everything she is asked to do.  ( I definitely take that for granted.)  If I  could describe Addie it would be: obedient, funny sense of humor, loving, hard working, full of energy, musically talented, FORGIVING, enjoyable, delightful, people pleaser, all around GREAT daughter.  She is my go-to girl...if I want anything done...ask Addie.  Sometimes I forget that she is only a little girl.  If she does something wrong, all I have to do is look at her and she knows she has done wrong and she is truly sorry.  Sometimes I wonder why I was allowed such a sweet and tender hearted girl.  I am excited for her future and all that she accomplishes in her life but for now, I just want her to be 7.  We will be taking her friends to see HSM3 for her party.  I don't know who is more excited about the movie....me or Addie?  Happy Birthday Lady!  WE LOVE YOU!&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/9057908539388092202-6627384475817095498?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6627384475817095498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=6627384475817095498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6627384475817095498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/6627384475817095498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-adelaide-joy.html' title='Ode to Adelaide Joy'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SQK_hGT_f7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UP4Ds3y6eBY/s72-c/IMG_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-9025917898573882585</id><published>2008-10-19T16:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:41:36.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Christmas Vacation a little early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPvFokgnLtI/AAAAAAAAABU/ty7G5GiaEm4/s1600-h/wr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPvFokgnLtI/AAAAAAAAABU/ty7G5GiaEm4/s200/wr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259014290671087314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPvFpOiquHI/AAAAAAAAABc/BYOj-iGI3E8/s1600-h/wr-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPvFpOiquHI/AAAAAAAAABc/BYOj-iGI3E8/s200/wr-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259014301953996914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As an early Christmas gift, Mike's parents took us to Walt Disney World for 3 days  and then on a 4-day Disney Cruise.  Thanks Pat and Chloe Ann!!!!  It was wonderful!  The funny thing is that you will get two totally different responses from Mike and I about how the vacation went.  Mike would say that we will NEVER do that again, it was horrible.  And I would say it was GREAT!!!!  I think the reasons for the difference are the fact that Mike had to be Mr. Mom for 9 days.  Spencer wanted only Daddy!  And yes, the kids did have melt-downs and threw fits but that is on a daily basis at home.  I just think Mike was not used to it since he is at work and misses out on all of those fits.  But the thing that I will NEVER do again was the 8 hour plane ride back to SLC.  We went from Orlando to Chicago to Denver to SLC without getting off of the plane!  That was awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We definitely came back needing a vacation from our vacation.  My highlight of Walt Disney World was the new Toy Story Mania ride.  Spencer said, "Do it again!" Right when it was over.  And my favorite highlight of the cruise was Castaway Cay.  It is the private island that Disney owns.  The water was beautiful and the bike rides were fun.  The saddest part was on the flight there when I realized I forgot my camera!  UGH!!!!  (Thanks for the pics, Molly).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-9025917898573882585?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9025917898573882585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=9025917898573882585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/9025917898573882585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/9025917898573882585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-vacation-little-early.html' title='Christmas Vacation a little early'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPvFokgnLtI/AAAAAAAAABU/ty7G5GiaEm4/s72-c/wr.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057908539388092202.post-9035399103044244888</id><published>2008-10-19T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:34:55.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I doing this right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPunzVGrfoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kinlEj-LWco/s1600-h/DSC_0047+Xmas+close-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPunzVGrfoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kinlEj-LWco/s320/DSC_0047+Xmas+close-up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258981490165513858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a blog-stalker (I love looking at everybody's!), I figured I should make my own.  I am doing this all by myself so we will see how successful I am.  It is a quiet Sunday afternoon.  Done with church, lunch, making cookies, and now I have to wait for them to cool so that I can frost them.  I love the fall and pumpkin cookies!  My goals for this blog are to stay in touch with all of our dear friends from around the country, keep this as a journal of sorts, and to remember to enjoy my children and all of the fun that we have.  Wish me good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9057908539388092202-9035399103044244888?l=crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9035399103044244888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9057908539388092202&amp;postID=9035399103044244888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/9035399103044244888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9057908539388092202/posts/default/9035399103044244888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazykellyfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-doing-this-right.html' title='Am I doing this right?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347984522807043183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/TS-GAg541qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v7VCapL_kCA/S220/DSCN0623.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uV_83bqNf_0/SPunzVGrfoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/kinlEj-LWco/s72-c/DSC_0047+Xmas+close-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
