<?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-3852577264779616104</id><updated>2011-12-04T19:44:49.784-08:00</updated><category term='Josie'/><category term='Humpherys Reunion/Steph&apos;s visiting'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Throw- up again'/><category term='work and Josie at 2'/><category term='letter'/><category term='Michelle home'/><title type='text'>The Decker Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3865107155425450583</id><published>2011-11-15T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:02:30.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iXOIIVnj1g/TsKHnaTW9hI/AAAAAAAABT8/7bPWfcxtUoo/s1600/SKG_7294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iXOIIVnj1g/TsKHnaTW9hI/AAAAAAAABT8/7bPWfcxtUoo/s320/SKG_7294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675247591585412626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F38yRNbbfgE/TsKHmHpiuFI/AAAAAAAABTw/Lnwlm-84Zhc/s1600/SKG_7309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F38yRNbbfgE/TsKHmHpiuFI/AAAAAAAABTw/Lnwlm-84Zhc/s320/SKG_7309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675247569398315090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0IQ1QUXRVf4/TsKHlhqQvZI/AAAAAAAABTk/nnRjGeG5BfA/s1600/SKG_7325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0IQ1QUXRVf4/TsKHlhqQvZI/AAAAAAAABTk/nnRjGeG5BfA/s320/SKG_7325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675247559200783762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHR-_OZDQ3k/TsKHlC-xcEI/AAAAAAAABTY/LivYuLIfz18/s1600/SKG_7272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHR-_OZDQ3k/TsKHlC-xcEI/AAAAAAAABTY/LivYuLIfz18/s320/SKG_7272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675247550965313602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gave up on the blog but I guess I'll give it another try. From June to November life has happened. We did all the fun trips in the summer, family reunions, camping and lots of BBQ's.  It's really too much to catch up on so I'll fast forward to NOW!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been potty training Carly for a month and she has done amazingly until she got sick 13 days ago.  She either got really stubborn all of a sudden or she is getting smarter than I thought possible.  This is a usual situation between Carly and I.  I ask her, "Do you need to go potty?" Carly: "NO POTTY." I try to bribe her with everything sometimes it works and she'll sit on the potty other times she arches her back and won't even sit down.  Then other days she says: "mommy potty."  I say: "lets go." Carly: "NO POTTY."  She knows she has my undivided attention when it comes to the potty chair talk.  I am so frustrated  all that hard work down the drain...I hope she'll start liking it again but from 13 days ago she was 95% trained now she is 50% (insert sad face here)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvX_2gmOf5s/TsKKcSThQ4I/AAAAAAAABUM/VyLGas1oq4c/s1600/054.JPG"&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/-DvX_2gmOf5s/TsKKcSThQ4I/AAAAAAAABUM/VyLGas1oq4c/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675250698994926466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took family pictures at the begging of October.  We loved how the kids pictures turned out but the family pictures weren't the best. I wish that we could all smile at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was amazing. I love birthdays and Elliot knows it so he's so wonderful and try's to always make it an extra special day.  I went to lunch with my sisters and then to the movie Footloose. Elliot was so nice and watched 4 kids while we were out on the town.  It's always fun hanging out with my sisters and mom.  Then Elliot bought me my silly laundry baskets I've been asking for.  I wanted them to match and have them close and to fit on each side of my dresser.  Who knew that was such a hard request.  But Elliot was awesome and searched high and low for them.  Thanks again honey. I love them.  We went to dinner at Texas Roadhouse and then to an arcade for the kiddos.  It was a perfect day. I love birthdays.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RfdCmnVfr8/TsKMzShHEqI/AAAAAAAABUk/glmIvQ46G-E/s1600/064.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/-1RfdCmnVfr8/TsKMzShHEqI/AAAAAAAABUk/glmIvQ46G-E/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675253293212177058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QO30t6E8cIM/TsKMzElVXRI/AAAAAAAABUY/znuZo2GyJn4/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QO30t6E8cIM/TsKMzElVXRI/AAAAAAAABUY/znuZo2GyJn4/s320/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675253289471794450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3865107155425450583?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3865107155425450583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3865107155425450583' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3865107155425450583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3865107155425450583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-i-gave-up-on-blog-but-i-guess-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iXOIIVnj1g/TsKHnaTW9hI/AAAAAAAABT8/7bPWfcxtUoo/s72-c/SKG_7294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2707601691247143595</id><published>2011-06-07T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:34:42.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you do when your sick???</title><content type='html'>This past week and half the Decker girls have been sick.  Josie was so nice and brought a cold home from preschool to me and Carly.  It was one of those colds with the cough and fever and green boogers.  It has been pretty miserable. I ended up having a sinus infection, thank heavens for medicine.   It was really hard to keep the kids inside and have them relax and take it easy it was nearly impossible. So I got creative/ had to keep them entertained. (We do these on a weekly basis but I think it was extra hard because the weather was finally getting nice out side and the kids just wanted to go outside and play.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colored A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQm_Pi5ZA3Q/Te704k-XP2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/lBaM6gz_KoY/s1600/032.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/-gQm_Pi5ZA3Q/Te704k-XP2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/lBaM6gz_KoY/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615695038212685666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played with their play food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-wm9YgcJfg/Te704JlvaTI/AAAAAAAABSI/4GvAiWOxWxI/s1600/029.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/-v-wm9YgcJfg/Te704JlvaTI/AAAAAAAABSI/4GvAiWOxWxI/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615695030861654322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7pe-qdVfGw/Te70Fs87-OI/AAAAAAAABSA/iswRXD9rcuI/s1600/028.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/-J7pe-qdVfGw/Te70Fs87-OI/AAAAAAAABSA/iswRXD9rcuI/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694164180859106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played dress up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raJfCADoNJ4/Te70FN3LhPI/AAAAAAAABR4/I1Xh2lbATyo/s1600/024.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/-raJfCADoNJ4/Te70FN3LhPI/AAAAAAAABR4/I1Xh2lbATyo/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694155835213042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a fort, this day I was feeling pretty sick and they were getting better. I needed some rest.  They loved it. Thanks Alica for the idea. We made them so much as kids. I totally forgot about how much I loved that as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldRwb2co9zE/Te70DlX5FSI/AAAAAAAABRg/k3vY4mNNwxU/s1600/001.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/-ldRwb2co9zE/Te70DlX5FSI/AAAAAAAABRg/k3vY4mNNwxU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694127786693922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the kids were fed up with being stuck in the house so we went out and played, just had to have a tissue in my pocket for me and Carly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcGi8zm0Nkg/Te705aDF8_I/AAAAAAAABSg/pGLpSRChN3w/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcGi8zm0Nkg/Te705aDF8_I/AAAAAAAABSg/pGLpSRChN3w/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615695052459602930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie was all better by the end of the week just in time to go to her friends birthday party.  The party was a Tangled themed party and they had a special visitor Rapunzel. This lady was as if she stepped right out of Disneyland.  She had the high voice and she sang like a princess.  It was great and Josie just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB_2GJXklO8/Te70Ec-MjeI/AAAAAAAABRw/imNmpFd8uN4/s1600/005.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/-JB_2GJXklO8/Te70Ec-MjeI/AAAAAAAABRw/imNmpFd8uN4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694142711303650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zcO-UGL7p0I/Te70EIEylGI/AAAAAAAABRo/hFF2SjMA5Fk/s1600/017.JPG"&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/-zcO-UGL7p0I/Te70EIEylGI/AAAAAAAABRo/hFF2SjMA5Fk/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694137101816930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy these last 2 weeks are over and heres to a wonderful summer. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2707601691247143595?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2707601691247143595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2707601691247143595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2707601691247143595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2707601691247143595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-you-do-when-your-sick.html' title='What you do when your sick???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQm_Pi5ZA3Q/Te704k-XP2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/lBaM6gz_KoY/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2014672037011218022</id><published>2011-05-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:59:17.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I needed to write all of this down before time had past and it was too late...you don't need to read it if you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dDBbvwtqHs/TdATd39AJPI/AAAAAAAABQk/nkuRE24rOU8/s1600/006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dDBbvwtqHs/TdATd39AJPI/AAAAAAAABQk/nkuRE24rOU8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607002940033213682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie is 4 1/2 now, she is so sweet these days.  She has become an amazing little girl that for the most part wants to do whats right. She loves to sing, "Follow the prophet" and "Give said the little stream," all day long as loud as she can.  One day she came up stairs and said she did something wrong and I came down stairs and she had used some chap stick to color on a door. I asked her why she did that and she said she didn't know why.  I made her clean it up and she kept telling me she was sorry. I didn't get mad at  her I was just happy she had told me. Josie loves to play outside with her friends.  She's been riding her bike and is getting so fast on all three wheels. She colors and draws all day long.  She can write her name all by herself and is learning her last name and phone number now at school.  She loves school, I am scared for summer to have to keep her busy all day long.  She has to be doing something all the time. I think its just the age. Josie is our little tatal tell.  She'll always tell us if Carly is doing something wrong.  Poor little girl gets picked on by her little sister all the time.  Carly likes to put her feet on her just so she can hear Josie scream.  Carly is a tease by nature just like her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQDJnZSPANU/TdATLwD5rfI/AAAAAAAABQc/GkCG6DVSjec/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KQDJnZSPANU/TdATLwD5rfI/AAAAAAAABQc/GkCG6DVSjec/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607002628677021170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly is such a fun little girl.  She has such a cute personality.  She loves to dance and run around in her diaper.  She gets really mad when you take things away from her temper tantrums at 1 and 1/2.  She loves to jump off of things and she says, "HOP!" it scares me to death. She says, "No," to me most of the time when I ask her something but she doesn't say yes she nodes her head and moves her mouth without any words coming out, but moves her mouth saying ya. She's like a mime. Her hair is growing so long, its already below her shoulders.  She can talk really well. She can say momma, mommy, dadda, ball, hot, car, HA, HA ( like on the Simpsons),  gotcha (got ya), cracker, boppa (grandpa),nigh nigh,help, hop, down, stop, dog, me, no and probably more.  She can say some animal sounds too moo, he he for a horse sound, quack, meow, bah, she says dog, dog instead of ruffing. She loves animals at a distance but when they get too close she freaks out. She loves to wrestle with her dad and growls sometimes. We went to Cabella's to look at all the animals the girls loved it and Carly made all the animal noises, I thought it was a little creepy. She doesn't like her uncle mason for some weird reason and won't even let him touch her. She's kind of weird around boys just like Josie was. She pretends to be shy around people she doesn't know but I guess that pretty normal.  She's in nursery now and she did so well.  One Sunday Elliot and I met in the hallway at the same time and he had told me that Carly did so well when he left her in Nursery. At that time we looked in the window and saw Carly with that look on her face, red as can be, you know the look.  She was pooping, we were laughing so hard.  It was as if she was telling us you tried to leave me nice try. HA! She runs really well but falls a little bit  her right foot is turned in a little bit but the doctor said she'd grow out of that. She tells me to STOP! whenever I start singing and then I tell her to sing and then she says lalalalala...her's a video of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2f3a6616fb9df3e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2f3a6616fb9df3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193726%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54254C27DBFC361AEE030F940A5C5DF3D30F93CF.5761A667EF298F18B6477E55B9E6DC36A67AF5A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2f3a6616fb9df3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeuB0yZxfovRnFQHHVD9tmSCn6ec&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2f3a6616fb9df3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193726%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54254C27DBFC361AEE030F940A5C5DF3D30F93CF.5761A667EF298F18B6477E55B9E6DC36A67AF5A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2f3a6616fb9df3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeuB0yZxfovRnFQHHVD9tmSCn6ec&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures when we went to the tulip festival at Thanksgiving point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyuQo2_kito/TdAUpkPLtVI/AAAAAAAABRM/NDIEn68CFNE/s1600/016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CyuQo2_kito/TdAUpkPLtVI/AAAAAAAABRM/NDIEn68CFNE/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607004240410817874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8CYm1RKau0/TdAUpXL_1uI/AAAAAAAABRE/aEv89gDDrps/s1600/012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8CYm1RKau0/TdAUpXL_1uI/AAAAAAAABRE/aEv89gDDrps/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607004236907796194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0W9HfWLh-U/TdAUo-fgOoI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LyhuBPD29gA/s1600/009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K0W9HfWLh-U/TdAUo-fgOoI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LyhuBPD29gA/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607004230278724226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3N2MxKAgQeY/TdAUoitQXvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/rBUZEQE2NTg/s1600/007.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: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3N2MxKAgQeY/TdAUoitQXvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/rBUZEQE2NTg/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607004222820212466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrxFnWrHnK0/TdAUobhiTlI/AAAAAAAABQs/jX7Nx8Q5LMw/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrxFnWrHnK0/TdAUobhiTlI/AAAAAAAABQs/jX7Nx8Q5LMw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607004220892008018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a job at Great Clips.  I have very mixed emotions about this.  I've never wanted to work outside of the home until my kids were in school full time.  It's only 12 hours a week and I can do less then that if it doesn't work out.  If it doesn't work out I can always quit.  That's what Elliot and I have decided. I'll be working at night so Elliot can watch the girls. My sister Michelle also said she would help out with my girls if I needed her. I just wish I didn't feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day  was great, Elliot gave me breakfast in bed. French toast and orange juice my very favorite.  I came down stairs and there was a rose with all my favorite candy bars around it and a bath and body smelly thing. Then we went to my parents and Elliot and my dad made dinner for us. Terriyaki chicken and all the fixings.  It was a feast.  It was a very good mothers day. Thanks honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2014672037011218022?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2014672037011218022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2014672037011218022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2014672037011218022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2014672037011218022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-needed-to-write-all-of-this-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dDBbvwtqHs/TdATd39AJPI/AAAAAAAABQk/nkuRE24rOU8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-5296712920300915163</id><published>2011-04-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:05:45.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humpherys Reunion/Steph&apos;s visiting'/><title type='text'>Family time</title><content type='html'>This past week has been so fun.  My sister Stephanie and her family came to visit (minus Drew, we missed you).  We picked them up from the airport. On our way to get the girls, Josie said "I am so excited I can't breath!" Then we went back to my parents house for some food. I then cut Steph's hair and the cousins played and played and played.  We slept over at my mom's and watched Tangled and laughed and laughed some more.  It's so much fun when Steph come's. There's always so much to do.  On Tuesday we went to the temple together and then to the movie Soul Surfer while my Mom and Dad watched all 4 girls. Thanks again guys.  Soul Surfer was a crazy true story, Carrie Underwood was a pretty cheesy actress but over all it was a good movie. Steph and I cried a few times, very touching story.  On Friday we had dutch oven pork chops, ribs, sweet potatoes, and cobbler(provided by elliot) and an easter egg hunt at my Mom and Dad's house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSzQbZLHFxw/Tat-zn63N4I/AAAAAAAABQU/aUqEdvqiRr4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSzQbZLHFxw/Tat-zn63N4I/AAAAAAAABQU/aUqEdvqiRr4/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596706387292272514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xW8d0kzzNj0/TatCkmDM8vI/AAAAAAAABP0/uXo71TWpAsI/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xW8d0kzzNj0/TatCkmDM8vI/AAAAAAAABP0/uXo71TWpAsI/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596640158394675954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Josie and a few of her cousin slept over in grandpa Ray's trailer.  Steph was so nice to sleep with them and my dad.  The girls were so brave and went fast asleep. On &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LEjdDFlOXs/TatDii75I9I/AAAAAAAABQM/v5IxBmG4U6k/s1600/028.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/-1LEjdDFlOXs/TatDii75I9I/AAAAAAAABQM/v5IxBmG4U6k/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596641222710600658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Ok75NuT_Y/TatDiH4T1vI/AAAAAAAABQE/1RKQyMedkNc/s1600/012.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/-x-Ok75NuT_Y/TatDiH4T1vI/AAAAAAAABQE/1RKQyMedkNc/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596641215447815922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXWaA_-C2j4/TatDhgQEM2I/AAAAAAAABP8/2TTSeqECjJY/s1600/011.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/-oXWaA_-C2j4/TatDhgQEM2I/AAAAAAAABP8/2TTSeqECjJY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596641204810036066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had the second part of the family reunion at Michelle's house.  We ate yummy food and then went to the church for a few games.  We played tornado, 3 on 3, a scavenger hunt, relay race, and soccer...what awesome memories we made.  I haven't played basketball for so long, it was so much fun, but I am way out of shape. I think I will be sore for a few days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Michelle's, had more food and then had a little talent show for the kids and Michelle. HA! Josie sang "Give said the little stream", Allison sang a Cinderella song, Riley sang the 3 bear rap, Paige also sang "Give said the little stream", and Brooklyn and the rest of the girls sang a Pocahontas song.  Michelle ended the talent show by singing and playing the guitar. I don't know the name of the song but its one from Colbie Caillat.  Way to go Michelle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-5296712920300915163?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/5296712920300915163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=5296712920300915163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/5296712920300915163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/5296712920300915163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2011/04/family-time.html' title='Family time'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSzQbZLHFxw/Tat-zn63N4I/AAAAAAAABQU/aUqEdvqiRr4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6730671836190466645</id><published>2011-03-31T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:20:45.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day and updates</title><content type='html'>Things have been getting a lot better since no one has been sick for about a month and half, knock on wood. March has been a little bit more exciting.  We celebrated St. Patrick's day, Josie kept asking all month long, "Is it GREEN DAY YET!!!" I love that she gets excited about holidays now.  She learned about pinching this year and she's just too nice to do it to anyone but her dad.  That was pretty entertaining, I guess that's what Elliot gets for waking up with no green on. HA! I was a silly mom this year and dressed my girls as leprechauns. Carly has red hair and I thought it would just be perfect. She wouldn't hold still for long enough to get a good picture of her all dressed up.  Josie wanted to do it too and it turned out pretty cute. I also had elliot plan a treasure hunt for the girls and their two friends we were watching that night. They had a blast finding the pot of gold under Carly's crib.  Josie still tells everyone that leprechaun visited our house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yz1eJe2mOQ8/TZSlk-bofxI/AAAAAAAABPE/UuK1NFxBVXM/s1600/412.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/-yz1eJe2mOQ8/TZSlk-bofxI/AAAAAAAABPE/UuK1NFxBVXM/s320/412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590275092126400274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcc81C38R8I/TZSlkpKw9qI/AAAAAAAABO8/9GOSE-oErNs/s1600/409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcc81C38R8I/TZSlkpKw9qI/AAAAAAAABO8/9GOSE-oErNs/s320/409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590275086418507426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbv4XlK-Sg8/TZSlkc8iKCI/AAAAAAAABO0/1nzbFwUrnMo/s1600/404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbv4XlK-Sg8/TZSlkc8iKCI/AAAAAAAABO0/1nzbFwUrnMo/s320/404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590275083137591330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MU-xC_6G8w/TZSlkE4TN-I/AAAAAAAABOs/lMVyjhEH5-8/s1600/399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MU-xC_6G8w/TZSlkE4TN-I/AAAAAAAABOs/lMVyjhEH5-8/s320/399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590275076677384162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgUpE-4xEbU/TZSljyZp3MI/AAAAAAAABOk/6Fw4XgW4D3k/s1600/396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgUpE-4xEbU/TZSljyZp3MI/AAAAAAAABOk/6Fw4XgW4D3k/s320/396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590275071717006530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--I3daHtf5Hc/TZSmue9I8dI/AAAAAAAABPc/jxaSCXovX0s/s1600/415.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/--I3daHtf5Hc/TZSmue9I8dI/AAAAAAAABPc/jxaSCXovX0s/s320/415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590276354987323858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi was amazing thanks to my amazing sister and brother in law for letting me have Ben's ticket.  What a fun concert it flew by, he was a great entertainer. We had great tickets but I should have put tissue in my ears they were ringing for about an hour after the concert. It was all worth it...YAY for Bon Jovi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytN6YOiJuys/TZSmtiAkMmI/AAAAAAAABPM/eL4PiQod3DQ/s1600/416.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/-ytN6YOiJuys/TZSmtiAkMmI/AAAAAAAABPM/eL4PiQod3DQ/s320/416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590276338627129954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAC0XjOZqZU/TZSmugL9q9I/AAAAAAAABPs/iaan-ggOLfI/s1600/450.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/-CAC0XjOZqZU/TZSmugL9q9I/AAAAAAAABPs/iaan-ggOLfI/s320/450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590276355317935058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wudz89OKv0/TZSmuvJBGfI/AAAAAAAABPk/B87GHb7s6-g/s1600/435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wudz89OKv0/TZSmuvJBGfI/AAAAAAAABPk/B87GHb7s6-g/s320/435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590276359332108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6730671836190466645?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6730671836190466645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6730671836190466645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6730671836190466645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6730671836190466645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-pattys-day-and-updates.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day and updates'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yz1eJe2mOQ8/TZSlk-bofxI/AAAAAAAABPE/UuK1NFxBVXM/s72-c/412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7797512479492638727</id><published>2011-03-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:48:31.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January, February and I can't believe its March...</title><content type='html'>Well its been a long winter.  I don't mind the snow or the cold but I hate that my whole family has been sick ALL winter long.  I thought I was the lucky one since I was the only one that hadn't been sick until I caught everything.  Carly was sick off and on since November with ear infections, bronchiolitis, RSV and cold after cold.  I was so sick of runny noses.  Then Josie caught everything that Carly had and Elliot caught it too.  We couldn't believe everyone was sick all at the same time.  Then I caught it, aren't mom's suppose to be well all the time?  I got a sinus infection and lost all sense of smell and taste.  I never thought that I loved having my sense of smell until I lost it.  It took over two weeks to get it back.  I couldn't taste anything and smell absolutely nothing.  When it started to come back I couldn't believe that I was happy to smell a Poopy diaper. HA! Then I caught the FLU and I really thought I was going to die.  I had fevers for 3 days straight, I hardly could move.  I am for sure getting a Flu shot next year.  I am happy to say we are all finally back to ourselves  &lt;br /&gt;One highlight in January:&lt;br /&gt;Josie, my sister in law Emmy and I went to Vegas.  My sister Stephanie was going to be there to see her sister in law that just came home from her mission and I invited myself to join the fun.  I've never felt like such an adult in my life.  I had to check into a hotel all by myself and do all those grown up things.  I guess I'm usually with my husband or other family when I go traveling so this was all new territory for me.  I think I need to go on trip more often.  It was sad Josie woke up with a really bad cough our first day and she was pretty much sick the whole time. Thank heavens for medicine to keep her happy.  We visited all the family friendly spots M&amp;M factory, MGM grand and saw the lions, Caesars Palace and saw the fish...there show was scary for the kids, the Bellagio water show and the Venitian. It was so much fun seeing my sister and her family, thanks again for letting me tag along. It was too long of a drive but Josie was really good.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvgGg662s1Y/TXJhXGXwwXI/AAAAAAAABMM/tvEaONCqo2s/s1600/028.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/-XvgGg662s1Y/TXJhXGXwwXI/AAAAAAAABMM/tvEaONCqo2s/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580629937740628338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWCm3ldBRjY/TXJhW_oWVnI/AAAAAAAABME/Z6knGoEWamI/s1600/048.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/-zWCm3ldBRjY/TXJhW_oWVnI/AAAAAAAABME/Z6knGoEWamI/s320/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580629935931151986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjAoQEb-ZlA/TXJhWuFZL5I/AAAAAAAABL8/yRVVpFgJxAE/s1600/020.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/-CjAoQEb-ZlA/TXJhWuFZL5I/AAAAAAAABL8/yRVVpFgJxAE/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580629931221135250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPkTk-1g3s/TXJhWNUwxlI/AAAAAAAABL0/lu5d1ZD7snc/s1600/016.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/-sCPkTk-1g3s/TXJhWNUwxlI/AAAAAAAABL0/lu5d1ZD7snc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580629922427225682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly's growing so fast. She's so much fun, now that she's feeling better I actually really enjoy being around her.  She is actually talking a lot.  She says cracker (in her own way), mamma, nigh nigh, HI, and her favorite word is dadda. Her and her sister are having a hard time getting a long but I guess that's sister's for you. She understands everything and is curious about everything.  She doesn't sit down and watch TV maybe someday. I guess one word could describe Carly is BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZClswMslLw/TXJiBSFnpDI/AAAAAAAABMk/MT1HbCMRfeA/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZClswMslLw/TXJiBSFnpDI/AAAAAAAABMk/MT1HbCMRfeA/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580630662440264754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7ZFEn3q1fA/TXJiBDsyr_I/AAAAAAAABMc/tPVjmLDsce8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7ZFEn3q1fA/TXJiBDsyr_I/AAAAAAAABMc/tPVjmLDsce8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580630658578034674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QqeZryiFi8/TXJiA-MkhdI/AAAAAAAABMU/8h1N4J7xGEY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QqeZryiFi8/TXJiA-MkhdI/AAAAAAAABMU/8h1N4J7xGEY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580630657100711378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Circus, it was free and Josie enjoyed it.Thanks mom for the tickets. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlUaEtn2uJk/TXJnpLEtbbI/AAAAAAAABNU/Qtky-gm16iw/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GlUaEtn2uJk/TXJnpLEtbbI/AAAAAAAABNU/Qtky-gm16iw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636845310307762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKOc1sZLIJ4/TXJno7yDb3I/AAAAAAAABNM/8gcs7Fykeqk/s1600/008.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/-IKOc1sZLIJ4/TXJno7yDb3I/AAAAAAAABNM/8gcs7Fykeqk/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636841205526386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Zoo for free zoo day.  Surprisingly it was a nice day. It totally wore out the kids and me. I think its time to get back into shape.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43lx8pdIG0A/TXJm8ucas4I/AAAAAAAABNE/-vQTuyBRYvo/s1600/057.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/-43lx8pdIG0A/TXJm8ucas4I/AAAAAAAABNE/-vQTuyBRYvo/s320/057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636081710871426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXT_bzS8Ye4/TXJm8Va87iI/AAAAAAAABM8/NrqTY_UEkbQ/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXT_bzS8Ye4/TXJm8Va87iI/AAAAAAAABM8/NrqTY_UEkbQ/s320/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636074993839650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A04LHpNRgv0/TXJm8L_4BFI/AAAAAAAABM0/AoIGZ6j4G8A/s1600/062.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/-A04LHpNRgv0/TXJm8L_4BFI/AAAAAAAABM0/AoIGZ6j4G8A/s320/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636072464352338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntp8pJ58m-0/TXJm7r6zEMI/AAAAAAAABMs/yyzs6T4U1Dc/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntp8pJ58m-0/TXJm7r6zEMI/AAAAAAAABMs/yyzs6T4U1Dc/s320/050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580636063853121730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly got her 4th bang trim. This is before I cute it. Doesn't it look like Justin Bieber's hair. HA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsNRPVYOJw0/TXJoNG6ANJI/AAAAAAAABNk/jPac_UC6L38/s1600/014.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/-LsNRPVYOJw0/TXJoNG6ANJI/AAAAAAAABNk/jPac_UC6L38/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580637462666949778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWmtTWc60uw/TXJoMuJQGII/AAAAAAAABNc/cOEveK8nvYE/s1600/012.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/-uWmtTWc60uw/TXJoMuJQGII/AAAAAAAABNc/cOEveK8nvYE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580637456020019330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after swoop bang...she's pretty cute when she's sleeping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tx_ezzoatAk/TXJo00zSc_I/AAAAAAAABNs/5P4hto7INvY/s1600/015.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/-tx_ezzoatAk/TXJo00zSc_I/AAAAAAAABNs/5P4hto7INvY/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580638145001714674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that its March and Spring will come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7797512479492638727?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7797512479492638727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7797512479492638727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7797512479492638727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7797512479492638727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2011/03/january-february-and-i-cant-believe-its.html' title='January, February and I can&apos;t believe its March...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvgGg662s1Y/TXJhXGXwwXI/AAAAAAAABMM/tvEaONCqo2s/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2891326108574888189</id><published>2010-12-26T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:09:50.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWtDB9ehI/AAAAAAAABJc/3KTA7W3iDcE/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWtDB9ehI/AAAAAAAABJc/3KTA7W3iDcE/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144734780783122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWa_zfSaI/AAAAAAAABJU/tGWSXcMQbUI/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B021.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWa_zfSaI/AAAAAAAABJU/tGWSXcMQbUI/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144424677132706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWaZvdBxI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qw-Ggm6olG0/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWaZvdBxI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qw-Ggm6olG0/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144414459660050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWaANodcI/AAAAAAAABJE/VQgOGhF9KJw/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B012.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWaANodcI/AAAAAAAABJE/VQgOGhF9KJw/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144407606916546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas was extra fun this year.  Josie is almost four and she's really into all that is Christmas except SANTA of course.  Josie helped me decorate the house this year what a fun thing to do with your kids. We have been trying to start some Christmas traditions for our little family. We went to Temple Square and saw the lights. On Christmas Eve,Eve we drove around and saw Christmas light's on peoples houses.  One neighborhood had awesome lights that told the story Twis the night before Christmas a little bit at each house.  We also went to Winder Dairy and ate hot chocolate and scones.  The scones were great but way too crowded and there lights weren't that impressive, I don't think we will do that again.  Were still looking for that amazing tradition that we'll do each year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie also had a Christmas program for her preschool and sang a bunch of songs.  We also got to ride on a train around the whole mall.  I wish I didn't ride it for her but being the paranoid mom I rode along and got a little motion sick, but Josie loved the ride. We wanted Josie to sit on Santa's lap but she didn't even want to get close to him just like the last two years but its been kind of fun this year because we've been able to teach her all about the true meaning of Christmas and she loves talking about baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph.  But I love that if she's doing something she's not suppose to I can use the saying, "you better be good or Santa's not coming." and it usually works. HA! What an evil mom I am.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaATVRfqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/q_qsAAZgvqM/s1600/025.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaATVRfqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/q_qsAAZgvqM/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148364109151906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaAHbuumI/AAAAAAAABJs/q-GFqk3CuVw/s1600/004.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaAHbuumI/AAAAAAAABJs/q-GFqk3CuVw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148360915008098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfZ_peyuPI/AAAAAAAABJk/EexRgVNsXU8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfZ_peyuPI/AAAAAAAABJk/EexRgVNsXU8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148352874789106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we had lunch/dinner with my family and opened presents. We also were able to Skype with my sister Stephanie and her family that lives in California.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaA9dkemI/AAAAAAAABKE/E3FmytxALlk/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaA9dkemI/AAAAAAAABKE/E3FmytxALlk/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148375418239586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaooTGlAI/AAAAAAAABKc/3_XGQrc9HX0/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B004.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaooTGlAI/AAAAAAAABKc/3_XGQrc9HX0/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555149056931959810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaobomSAI/AAAAAAAABKU/4adg9SesfSA/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaobomSAI/AAAAAAAABKU/4adg9SesfSA/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555149053532456962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaAhEzm9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/Iu5AHbScubM/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B001.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaAhEzm9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/Iu5AHbScubM/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148367798180818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that night we went to Elliot's uncles house for dessert and White elephant game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfapIKqZYI/AAAAAAAABKk/UzxajPOJZ7c/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B014.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfapIKqZYI/AAAAAAAABKk/UzxajPOJZ7c/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555149065486493058" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaoN12HFI/AAAAAAAABKM/g0ar_5mDP1s/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B009.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfaoN12HFI/AAAAAAAABKM/g0ar_5mDP1s/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555149049829923922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas at Elliot's parents house.  The girls slept so good and woke up way too early but it really felt like Christmas when you wake up at the crack of dawn.  Josie was so cute she came up stairs and saw all the presents under the tree with her mouth wide open and said, "already?" She was waiting for Christmas to come and she couldn't believe it actually was here.  Carly and Josie got some PJ's and some adorable outfits from her grandparents.  Josie got a Tinkerbell doll, horses, a hopscotch rug, zuh zuh pet and the one thing she asked for was a recorder not a flute a RECORDER.  She told me all December that's what she wanted.  I told her I don't know if we should ask for that because it was too loud, then she said she would play it in her room. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfapcdQfwI/AAAAAAAABKs/pFPrH5CthRs/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B016.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfapcdQfwI/AAAAAAAABKs/pFPrH5CthRs/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555149070933196546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRgezU_e6yI/AAAAAAAABLE/86Jn5cZ2JQc/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B027.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRgezU_e6yI/AAAAAAAABLE/86Jn5cZ2JQc/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555224007518645026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRgezPtQWLI/AAAAAAAABK8/eygq45lHxoE/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B022.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRgezPtQWLI/AAAAAAAABK8/eygq45lHxoE/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555224006100015282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRgeyoWDrtI/AAAAAAAABK0/A3NsjqJRCv0/s1600/christmas%2B2010%2B019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRgeyoWDrtI/AAAAAAAABK0/A3NsjqJRCv0/s320/christmas%2B2010%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555223995533733586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2891326108574888189?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2891326108574888189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2891326108574888189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2891326108574888189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2891326108574888189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRfWtDB9ehI/AAAAAAAABJc/3KTA7W3iDcE/s72-c/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-705574686392175817</id><published>2010-12-22T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:42:58.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is ONE!</title><content type='html'>Our family minus Josie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHfowkxUI/AAAAAAAABIw/IHNdURJj1e4/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B123.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHfowkxUI/AAAAAAAABIw/IHNdURJj1e4/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553720636832269634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Carly, Michelle and Jasmine.  It just seems like yesterday Michelle and I were huge and pregnant.  Were so excited for these two cute girls to grow up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHfKjDN5I/AAAAAAAABIo/jO5VJ9vNNik/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B119.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHfKjDN5I/AAAAAAAABIo/jO5VJ9vNNik/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553720628722481042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge cupcake, she loved it. I made it with a cupcake mold...you probably have seen the infomercials on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHe9qo43I/AAAAAAAABIg/DlZHM35y55o/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHe9qo43I/AAAAAAAABIg/DlZHM35y55o/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553720625264649074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly was so cute when she opened this present from my mom.  She put the pj's around her neck, she loves soft fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLGqNMqqYI/AAAAAAAABIY/KZpkEXdCkMM/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLGqNMqqYI/AAAAAAAABIY/KZpkEXdCkMM/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553719718900836738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLGp-fXzeI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kHtjv8zFlcs/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLGp-fXzeI/AAAAAAAABIQ/kHtjv8zFlcs/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553719714952760802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girl cousins...not sure where the boys were. From left to right Allison, Carly, Josie and Paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLF_Dm9CwI/AAAAAAAABII/L7z8Y85dQs4/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B042.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLF_Dm9CwI/AAAAAAAABII/L7z8Y85dQs4/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553718977592363778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLFcQA1GZI/AAAAAAAABIA/w3cO50kAfCs/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B039.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLFcQA1GZI/AAAAAAAABIA/w3cO50kAfCs/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553718379626699154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLFcO7E7iI/AAAAAAAABH4/PYUxuM9vJMM/s1600/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B024.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLFcO7E7iI/AAAAAAAABH4/PYUxuM9vJMM/s320/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553718379334135330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture sums up how hard it was to get  a picture of Carly holding still.  She's always on the move.&lt;br /&gt;Carly turned one on December 11th, I still can't believe she's ONE. I keep saying the 2nd one grows up so much faster than the first one and its still true.  She was a little under the weather but luckily she took a nap before her party. We had both sides of the family over for a light lunch, chicken croissants, salads, drinks and cake.  We ate lunch, opened presents and ate cake. It was a good party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things about Carly at one.  She loves her big sister Josie. Before Josie wakes up she yells in her own words, pretty much saying Josie where are you?,come play with me. Carly usually wakes up before Josie and every time Josie comes down stairs she gets so excited.    They are so cute together, when their not fighting.  Carly walks every where, some times runs in her own way.  She has 8 teeth four on top, four on bottom. &lt;br /&gt; I stopped nursing her 2 days after her birthday.  I was counting the days down but when her birthday came I was kind of torn.  I didn't think I would get so emotional and I didn't know how attached to the nursing process I really was.  I felt that was my way of comforting her or being close to her.  I had mixed emotions on the whole subject. I just can't believe how much better I did with nursing Carly than I did with Josie. I met my goal of a year, I'm still not sure if I'll nurse all my other kids but Carly and my nursing experience went well.  She seemed to do just fine with out me and that made me kind of sad.  My job was done.  I've been giving her a sippy cup for about a month and a half so she could get use to it.  She's adjusting very well.  &lt;br /&gt;She eats pretty much anything but baby food carrots.  She won't take her binky any more.  It's amazing how different my two girls are. Carly loves to go and do what she's not suppose to. She loves bathrooms, stairs, garbages, and  things to climb on.  Any place that she could get hurt you'd find her.  She's not a thrill seeker but she's very curious.  She's still getting use to swings but still hates being thrown up in the air.  She's a ball of energy and were enjoying trying to keep up with our sweet Carly.  Here's to another year of adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-705574686392175817?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/705574686392175817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=705574686392175817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/705574686392175817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/705574686392175817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My baby is ONE!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TRLHfowkxUI/AAAAAAAABIw/IHNdURJj1e4/s72-c/carly%2527s%2Bbirthday%2B123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6653354814531873806</id><published>2010-12-12T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:52:44.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josieisms</title><content type='html'>Our family has been talking about what happens to our body's after we die.  Because my family dog just passed away and we thought it would be a good idea to explain where the poor dog went.  For family night a few months ago Elliot taught Josie that our spirits go to heaven and our body's go to the cemetery and some day we will see them again. He even got on the internet and showed her a cemetery. The next day we drove by one and Josie says,   "That's where our bodies go."  She was listening to our Family Home Evening lesson. Then tonight she said, "She wants to meet Jesus and see buddy again (our family dog)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went by Josie's room and she was a little sad and teary eyed.  I asked her what was wrong and she was looking at a owl flash card at this point and she said, " I love Owls."  Josie's become very sensitive and emotional these days.  What a big heart this little girl has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from my parents house out of the blue Josie says,"Daddy's fat!" I laughed and asked does he need to exercise?  She said,"YES, he needs to do push ups." HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6653354814531873806?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6653354814531873806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6653354814531873806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6653354814531873806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6653354814531873806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/12/josieisms.html' title='Josieisms'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1507787001937171656</id><published>2010-12-12T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:21:20.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>Look below and you'll find a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1507787001937171656?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1507787001937171656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1507787001937171656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1507787001937171656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1507787001937171656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4639024479597292520</id><published>2010-11-28T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:15:51.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>This year we had two Thanksgivings.  Our first one was at Elliot's uncle Richards house.  I was assigned to bring rolls and 2 Chocolate pies. I attempted to make my mom's home made rolls for the first time.  The dough didn't rise and the rolls tasted pretty yeasty...maybe next year they'll taste better.  My father in law loved them he said he ate five.  At least one person enjoyed them.  Elliot's uncle Richard and Cousin set up Rock band 3 in the basement and everyone loved rockin out.  It's not really my thing.  I don't really like Karaoke or video games.  I played a few times but..meh.  I'd rather play games and talk. We also played ping-pong and ate lots of pies.  I love pies.  Josie loved playing with her cousins and Carly loved walking around and playing with all the toys.&lt;br /&gt;Carly and Grandma Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW0I479E_I/AAAAAAAABG4/yLaPDLdtTvw/s1600/500.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW0I479E_I/AAAAAAAABG4/yLaPDLdtTvw/s320/500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550040180619809778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and I attempting to take a picture together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW2yydTROI/AAAAAAAABHQ/g3BC7xzgZuA/s1600/504.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW2yydTROI/AAAAAAAABHQ/g3BC7xzgZuA/s320/504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550043099458389218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and Aunt Emmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW0qrEfdjI/AAAAAAAABHA/3btVRn7O1fE/s1600/502.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW0qrEfdjI/AAAAAAAABHA/3btVRn7O1fE/s320/502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550040761013073458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and Me with my new brown hair color, I chose the wrong color and we had to start all over.  I'm getting use to it but I think I like it a little more blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW1Wyt4UpI/AAAAAAAABHI/lE-uG_QcFeE/s1600/506.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW1Wyt4UpI/AAAAAAAABHI/lE-uG_QcFeE/s320/506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550041518979961490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon I got together with my friends I grew up with.  It was fun catching up on old times and seeing what is going on in there lives now. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW5RONl4TI/AAAAAAAABHg/sXio1513gfo/s1600/519.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW5RONl4TI/AAAAAAAABHg/sXio1513gfo/s320/519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550045821328023858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that day we had a second Thanksgiving at my parents house.  All the cousins played and got along well.  All the girls dressed up in anything they could find...such silly cousins Josie has.  I hope next year we will have less sports (BOYS) going on and more family time.  I wish boys would quit saying, "its an important game."  In there world every game is important....it's so annoying. Can't wait for Carly's birthday, Christmas and Josie's birthday.  Its a busy time of year for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW5RxTWCRI/AAAAAAAABHw/a1VpY8AY1XE/s1600/521.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW5RxTWCRI/AAAAAAAABHw/a1VpY8AY1XE/s320/521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550045830747392274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW5RjdGu9I/AAAAAAAABHo/73o8SWSd9GM/s1600/522.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW5RjdGu9I/AAAAAAAABHo/73o8SWSd9GM/s320/522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550045827030236114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly, Me and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW3h9PICpI/AAAAAAAABHY/nHTIFDr7qSY/s1600/524.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW3h9PICpI/AAAAAAAABHY/nHTIFDr7qSY/s320/524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550043909805574802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4639024479597292520?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4639024479597292520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4639024479597292520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4639024479597292520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4639024479597292520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TQW0I479E_I/AAAAAAAABG4/yLaPDLdtTvw/s72-c/500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8385621969124303941</id><published>2010-11-01T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:53:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>Josie as Tinker Bell, her first costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YSdgxyMI/AAAAAAAABGw/eAUOIvuzdKA/s1600/010.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YSdgxyMI/AAAAAAAABGw/eAUOIvuzdKA/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534598803756271810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YR5CylZI/AAAAAAAABGo/4sNtv52_wb0/s1600/011.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YR5CylZI/AAAAAAAABGo/4sNtv52_wb0/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534598793966818706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YRojW5HI/AAAAAAAABGg/xj3Thf1ha6Y/s1600/013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YRojW5HI/AAAAAAAABGg/xj3Thf1ha6Y/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534598789540013170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we went to my mom and dad's and did the usual trick or treating.  For some reason our ward doesn't do the Trunk or Treat like every other ward does.  But we still had fun going door to door. The fist door we went to the guy who opened the door was dressed up as a mummy and that scared Josie to death.  She was very scared to ring any more door bells after that.  But then she relized that not everyone was dressed up and enjoyed the rest of the night.  We went out twice with the kids right after the first rain storm and then a little later.  I wasn't satisfied with the first hall so Elliot and I took them out again.  My nephew Brayden and Josie were good sports about the whole thing.  Elliot and I took them around the whole neighborhood, well almost all of it. By the end Josie was yelling Trick or Treat and saying thank you after she got the candy.  When we were done she said lets go again...I had to tell her next year. She was a little confused but I know she'll even love it more next year. Josie was going to go as Tinker Bell but it just was just too cold.  Elliot's awesome aunt has 5 boys and a lot of old costumes that are in great condition.  The one that fit her was the leopard costume, but I called it the cheetah costume first so that's what Josie kept calling herself. Brayden was Tigger, a very cute Tigger. Carly and Jasmine (the baby's of the group) were a bumble bee and a butterfly.  We also carved pumpkins before we went trick or treating. I carved one of those stencil things and those things are hard. Mine was a skeleton and a cat, Michelle's was the hardest being the spider in the spider web and Elliot made his way too hard...he cut a pumpkin in the long strips and then was trying to do some kid of abstract thing then ended up having to put the whole thing back together with tooth picks and cutting out squares in it.  Elliot always makes things harder than they have to be...silly guy. It was a great Halloween other than the ride home (15 min) Carly cried the whole way home...ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7U_Y1lArI/AAAAAAAABF4/VnFqLEXtOE8/s1600/021.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7U_Y1lArI/AAAAAAAABF4/VnFqLEXtOE8/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534595177548939954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7XN5QPNwI/AAAAAAAABGY/uoTzQV8n1YE/s1600/035.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7XN5QPNwI/AAAAAAAABGY/uoTzQV8n1YE/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534597625792116482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7XNTve7dI/AAAAAAAABGQ/uG5p2aEYk6o/s1600/036.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7XNTve7dI/AAAAAAAABGQ/uG5p2aEYk6o/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534597615722622418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7XNAk0F1I/AAAAAAAABGI/dWHJRruSKfc/s1600/025.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7XNAk0F1I/AAAAAAAABGI/dWHJRruSKfc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534597610577598290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7WU65k4mI/AAAAAAAABGA/hKv-oNTyg-o/s1600/023.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7WU65k4mI/AAAAAAAABGA/hKv-oNTyg-o/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534596646981395042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8385621969124303941?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8385621969124303941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8385621969124303941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8385621969124303941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8385621969124303941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TM7YSdgxyMI/AAAAAAAABGw/eAUOIvuzdKA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1469257549439557240</id><published>2010-09-15T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:25:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal</title><content type='html'>Josie started Preschool, I know she's only 3 and 1/2 but I think she really needed the social atmosphere and to learn more of the basics from someone who's not her mom.  Our ward is pretty small and there's not too many kids around here so its nice for her to interact with kids her own age.  I'm totally impressed with her teacher, she's been teaching them songs, doing tons of art projects (painting is Josie's favorite), show and tell, and snack.  You might all think,"I can do that all at home."  I could too, but I think for her she needed to get away from her mom and learn some independence. &lt;br /&gt;     We've been working a lot on independence, this past few weeks.  She can dress her self, brush her teeth, comb her hair, put her shoes on and make her own bed (for the most part). She's been able to do all of these things for about a year but now she really loves doing them by herself.   She's really has become such a great little helper.  I'm so proud of her progress in such a short amount of time. She's still trying to learn how to share better.  Especially with her cousins and sister but she's trying ( I guess its just really hard for her to accept).  If I ask her to share, her usual response is, "not right now."  She ask a lot of questions these days.  The other day I got pulled over for speeding and Josie was with me.  She didn't understand why we were pulled over to the side of the rode. I told her I was going too fast and the police officer has to give me a ticket.  She then says while pointing to a car that was speeding past us, "they need a ticket."  She's so smart and she really does understand pretty much anything. &lt;br /&gt;    She still isn't a very good eater, loves her Mac and Cheese, Juice, PBJ, cheese, pancakes, yogurt and Milk.  Someday's I just don't understand how she's still growing. Hopefully she'll grow out of that soon.  She also loves to pretends to be a dog on a regular basis and she wants me to play fetch with her ( I go along with it for a little bit).  But in all honesty I hate dogs and I don't want to play fetch with a real one or a pre-tend one.  I also hope she grows out of this. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGaSIq3i7I/AAAAAAAABE4/mvdNYlGYMAk/s1600/015.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGaSIq3i7I/AAAAAAAABE4/mvdNYlGYMAk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517360654861175730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly just turned 9 months old she weighs 17lbs 15oz and is 27 inches tall.  She's pretty much tall and skinny.  She's been such a fun baby.  She use to be a really good napper but she decided to be a kitty cat napper ( in Josie's words) and is now a wonderful night sleeper.  She sleeps about 8 hours a night...yes you read that right...EIGHT HOURS!!!! As I write that I'm afraid that this will stop.  I'm so proud of her and myself for that matter.  I've become so heartless and I just would let her cry when she'd wake up in the night.  I think she's really going to be a good sleeper from now on. Cross your fingers, I sure am. She really gets in to mischief she climbs into the dishwasher while I'm trying to unload or load up. She loves to bug her sister.  She doesn't laugh very much, she's kind of like her dad she laughs on the inside. She has this little evil laugh especially when she know's she's not suppose to be doing something.  She's so funny.  I wish I could get it on camera. She's eating more and more finger food, I seem to not have to nurse her that much anymore. I love my girls and this stage of life I think my only complaint would be that I don't get as much scrapbooking done as I would like...I hate being 6  months behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGgCYeln0I/AAAAAAAABFg/7OG9I2vQgfI/s1600/019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGgCYeln0I/AAAAAAAABFg/7OG9I2vQgfI/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366981296496450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGfb314K5I/AAAAAAAABFY/ykRvaXoR34g/s1600/013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGfb314K5I/AAAAAAAABFY/ykRvaXoR34g/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366319700781970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGfbOxrb3I/AAAAAAAABFQ/goqprnDKQ_M/s1600/006.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGfbOxrb3I/AAAAAAAABFQ/goqprnDKQ_M/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366308677316466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGfaqjCkaI/AAAAAAAABFI/a_3iy5P8N6I/s1600/002.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGfaqjCkaI/AAAAAAAABFI/a_3iy5P8N6I/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517366298952241570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGeRt2A4TI/AAAAAAAABFA/-MLDwvqdoXI/s1600/001.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGeRt2A4TI/AAAAAAAABFA/-MLDwvqdoXI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517365045706678578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1469257549439557240?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1469257549439557240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1469257549439557240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1469257549439557240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1469257549439557240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/09/august-review.html' title='Journal'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TJGaSIq3i7I/AAAAAAAABE4/mvdNYlGYMAk/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4403734342722515129</id><published>2010-08-01T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:43:34.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to DAY</title><content type='html'>What to Blog about???????? I guess my life consists of my girls.  Carly's crawling, pulling herself up, cruising and climbing up the stairs.  She's crazy...new nickname crazy Carly. Her and her dad have been getting along a lot better...she was a mommy's girl for a long time but is finally warming up to her wonderful dad. She'll be 8 months on the 11th, I can't believe how much faster it goes with the 2nd kid. She also hates having her diaper changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TFbzLWIjnxI/AAAAAAAABEg/0eDSSpbNAVU/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TFbzLWIjnxI/AAAAAAAABEg/0eDSSpbNAVU/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500851371125219090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie's full of energy, when were not doing something she gets so bored and whiny.  She still loves to dress up, ride on her new scooter (thanks again NANNY LISA) and take all of her toys away from her sister.  She's really having a hard time sharing all of "her" toys with her sister. Good News...the kids are both in there own beds and have been for a while.  Josie was having a rough spurt for a while. She'd come into our bed around 3am every night.  She now goes to sleep without us laying by her until she falls asleep. She's growing up slowly but just in time for preschool to start at the end of the month.  She's been showing interest in the ABCs, thanks to leapfrog magnets.  We've had that silly thing since she was one and now she's interested in it.  Josie's always been one of those kids that you can't make them do anything...she'll do it when she's ready and willing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TFb1eM5swLI/AAAAAAAABEo/KoPIjD1I1Z0/s1600/026.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TFb1eM5swLI/AAAAAAAABEo/KoPIjD1I1Z0/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500853894087753906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got called to be in the primary presidency as the 1st counselor.  I was really surprised since I just got called to be a relief society teacher a month before that.  I taught relief society twice and then it was on to something new.  I really like primary a lot better.  I think heavenly father knew that was just going to be way too stressful for me. Being a mom is great...Some days are better than others.  Some days I can't wait till bed time so I can have some alone time.  I hope to get more of a balance of me time and kid time.  I'm so happy to have so much family around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4403734342722515129?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4403734342722515129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4403734342722515129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4403734342722515129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4403734342722515129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-to-day.html' title='Day to DAY'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TFbzLWIjnxI/AAAAAAAABEg/0eDSSpbNAVU/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2752182299078357722</id><published>2010-07-02T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T09:10:14.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that I didn't blog all of June. So here is a little review of last months events. (I took this idea from Megan's and Steph's blogs thanks for the good idea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated fathers dad at my parents house.  We had my whole family there all 20 of us.  5 original kids 4 brother in laws 7 granddaughters 2 grandsons and my mom and dad.  Plus we had my aunt and uncle plus there 2 kids.  It was such a fun Sunday.  We ate ribs, potato's, curly noodle salad,and lettuce salad YUMMY!!! Oh and Steph made some type of Mexican dish...can't remember the name but it was like a cookie bar. Don't mind Elliot in these pictures he forgot how to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5DKkAGVtI/AAAAAAAABDo/aNywNYjzbCk/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5DKkAGVtI/AAAAAAAABDo/aNywNYjzbCk/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489398844553058002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5DKIktjmI/AAAAAAAABDg/v7LRX7FtEuc/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5DKIktjmI/AAAAAAAABDg/v7LRX7FtEuc/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489398837190430306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly learned to eat solids this month...she's doing so well. Eating two times a day.  I love it...I hardly have to nurse her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5BCg7GT-I/AAAAAAAABDY/bU1Mt7McR3A/s1600/002.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5BCg7GT-I/AAAAAAAABDY/bU1Mt7McR3A/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489396507264569314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Liberty Park with my good friend Megan and had the kids run through the splash pads and then went over to the Tracey Aviary.  Josie was so into it, she had the map in both hands and asked where we going. Thanks Megan for hanging out with us and for going swimming too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5FLQup47I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ttj_zyTzMTk/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5FLQup47I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ttj_zyTzMTk/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489401055582741426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5FKx4izdI/AAAAAAAABDw/M9f0756rwxE/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5FKx4izdI/AAAAAAAABDw/M9f0756rwxE/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489401047302720978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute baby turned 6 months old.  She's getting so big, I love this age she'll just sit and play with her toys. But she is getting so close to crawling.  She's scoots her way around the living room and she does a pretty good job.  I'm not ready for this...ahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCwMDu00vI/AAAAAAAABEI/Aa3c0WTY5_I/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCwMDu00vI/AAAAAAAABEI/Aa3c0WTY5_I/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490081666971259634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Carly and Josie swimming for the first time this summer and for the first time for Carly. Carly loved it she kept splashing all over the place.  Next time Elliot has to come with us so Josie can do more swimming and not so much wading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYE3C2tHCUg/TC6X3m38yBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EUzz6401wlY/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BYE3C2tHCUg/TC6X3m38yBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EUzz6401wlY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489491977395030034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Josie to Toy story 3...she really liked it other than the scary monkey.  My Mom went with us too. Thanks mom for spending the day with us and for the movie.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5AWeyz2-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/0yHcts9LHAo/s1600/josie+at+toy+story+3.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5AWeyz2-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/0yHcts9LHAo/s320/josie+at+toy+story+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489395750778690530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my good friends growing up got married.  It was so nice to see her get married, she seemed so happy.  I loved her dress and her hair was so pretty.  It was a perfect sunny day, with a touch of wind. Congrats Heather and Matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCvW7tyS8I/AAAAAAAABEA/_1oxTMBZNRw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCvW7tyS8I/AAAAAAAABEA/_1oxTMBZNRw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490080754286349250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCyKjIOFxI/AAAAAAAABEY/XjT-hAqeMHI/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCyKjIOFxI/AAAAAAAABEY/XjT-hAqeMHI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490083840062789394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Michelle had a birthday and I made chicken Cordon blue for the first time.  Elliot told me it looks like I have one more dish that I can make. As sad as that statement is its very true.  I get stuck in my regular dishes all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCxAPNO4CI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MpzhJU1A6Rg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TDCxAPNO4CI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MpzhJU1A6Rg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490082563404783650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it has been an eventful June.  We hope that everyones summer has been as fun as ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2752182299078357722?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2752182299078357722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2752182299078357722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2752182299078357722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2752182299078357722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/07/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TC5DKkAGVtI/AAAAAAAABDo/aNywNYjzbCk/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8845026397188684140</id><published>2010-06-06T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:44:40.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>Look below, there is a new post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8845026397188684140?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8845026397188684140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8845026397188684140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8845026397188684140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8845026397188684140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865933679800458170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6023331577128909683</id><published>2010-05-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:44:50.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby and Big Girl</title><content type='html'>I love this picture...Carly's face says it all. Josie always wants to get in all the pictures I'm taking just of Carly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuruD2X_nI/AAAAAAAABC4/71wQYDRSt5g/s1600/009.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuruD2X_nI/AAAAAAAABC4/71wQYDRSt5g/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479662179422043762"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly is getting so big.  She smiles so much.  She loves to be in her excer-saucer or her Jenny Jumper.  I think she'll crawl early like Josie did.  She laughs the most when Josie talks to her or is trying to make her laugh.  She's become a very good napper...the other day it was 3 1/2 hours only if I could be napping with her.  That's the down part of having a 3 year old that doesn't nap anymore. She grabs and everything so watch out for especially for your hair. I loose chunks everyday that's why I'm always sporting the ponytail. She's getting a little bit better in the car but not much...she still crys the whole 15 min. to my parents house.  She can roll to her tummy but not back to her back...I hope she can do that soon because she gets so mad when she's on her tummy for too long. She is starting to scoot in a circle to get what she wants.  Her teeth seem to be trying to come in so that makes for an extra happy baby.  We've been feeding her rice cereal and carrots so far for about a week and a half...we started feeding her solids awhile before she got sick but she wouldn't eat anything when she was sick.  So the solids are up and running again....she loves them, I can't seem to get them in her mouth fast enough.  I feed her at morning and at night. I love it! Its great, I don't have to feed her all the time. All in all Elliot and I keep telling each other that we can't believe how fast she is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAJv3OmcYjI/AAAAAAAABCo/w-DiNkrjFeU/s1600/004.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAJv3OmcYjI/AAAAAAAABCo/w-DiNkrjFeU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477063091438772786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuq1581zBI/AAAAAAAABCw/pPVSEWZ_Sug/s1600/006.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuq1581zBI/AAAAAAAABCw/pPVSEWZ_Sug/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479661214692133906"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie saying, "take a picture." She loves dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuto9njxcI/AAAAAAAABDA/Gly43b7nnc8/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuto9njxcI/AAAAAAAABDA/Gly43b7nnc8/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479664290873198018"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and I have been having some struggles with each other.  She'd rather do everything her way and how she wants to do it.  I hear this phrase all too often, "In a minite. or "Wait!"  Everything has to be her idea...shes just becoming way more independent especially in her opinion.  Shes a very bossy little friend and I wonder why they all still want to play with her. Even thou we might butt heads some dayys we still have a lot of fun together. She's got a cute imagination. She loves playing dress-up, then dances and sings around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6023331577128909683?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6023331577128909683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6023331577128909683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6023331577128909683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6023331577128909683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-and-big-girl.html' title='Baby and Big Girl'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/TAuruD2X_nI/AAAAAAAABC4/71wQYDRSt5g/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6778319592169060964</id><published>2010-05-17T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:30:18.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>We just got back from our camping trip with my side of the family up in Ogden Canyon I think it was near Huntsville.  It was so pretty up there.  It was by a lake and the weather was wonderful.  The only few draw backs of camping are nursing in the cold of night, dealing with overly tired kids (Josie) and being cold while you sleep.  I'm glad that we had a camper this time instead of having to sleep in the tent with my 5 month old. We had so much good food and family fun the whole time.   I loved the smores and dutch oven cooking. Thanks Lisa for planning such a fun trip and thanks dad for letting us staying in your new camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Carly wore the whole time to keep warm.  Isn't she such a cute little bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_GwrsEXEyI/AAAAAAAABCI/gWVo-JIa15o/s1600/010.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_GwrsEXEyI/AAAAAAAABCI/gWVo-JIa15o/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472349286842176290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie being so excited to be camping and doing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_GxijSy5EI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fNDviwnzKuU/s1600/011.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_GxijSy5EI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fNDviwnzKuU/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472350229379605570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and I sitting around the camp fire.  Can you believe how blue Josie's eyes are. Such a beautiful girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_Gyey6PvoI/AAAAAAAABCY/PwFqpZLMptY/s1600/013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_Gyey6PvoI/AAAAAAAABCY/PwFqpZLMptY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472351264363757186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Elliot's famous dutch oven cobbler...YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_G0w3tOcHI/AAAAAAAABCg/8wEbd7tdb2E/s1600/019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_G0w3tOcHI/AAAAAAAABCg/8wEbd7tdb2E/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472353773912223858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6778319592169060964?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6778319592169060964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6778319592169060964' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6778319592169060964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6778319592169060964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/05/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S_GwrsEXEyI/AAAAAAAABCI/gWVo-JIa15o/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8718009643560581640</id><published>2010-04-29T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:07:38.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Decker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S9scMPFh1CI/AAAAAAAABCA/raByutB53co/s1600/019.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S9scMPFh1CI/AAAAAAAABCA/raByutB53co/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465993569277957154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot cooked burger's for dinner on Tuesday night this week. It was one of the best burger's I've ever had. It consisted of mushrooms, bacon, cheese, onion, lettuce, guacamole, fresh grilled pineapple, and two hamburger patty's and bbq sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8718009643560581640?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8718009643560581640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8718009643560581640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8718009643560581640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8718009643560581640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/04/double-decker.html' title='Double Decker'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S9scMPFh1CI/AAAAAAAABCA/raByutB53co/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6494228306039884170</id><published>2010-04-17T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:19:51.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S8oXtErYmoI/AAAAAAAABBw/JxSZLjHbWVQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S8oXtErYmoI/AAAAAAAABBw/JxSZLjHbWVQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461203561257409154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S8oXsjpDWCI/AAAAAAAABBo/_eSzzrZGxlw/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S8oXsjpDWCI/AAAAAAAABBo/_eSzzrZGxlw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461203552389257250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6494228306039884170?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6494228306039884170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6494228306039884170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6494228306039884170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6494228306039884170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-these-two.html' title='I love these two'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S8oXtErYmoI/AAAAAAAABBw/JxSZLjHbWVQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7349057575924006172</id><published>2010-04-07T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:05:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to Blog about</title><content type='html'>I'm going to tell you what we've been up to lately by pictures...these aren't in order but who has time to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Easter/Conference weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Josie and I (and some other rugrats behind us)before the easter egg hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PUiKZLSI/AAAAAAAABBY/AFavjGFXC7g/s1600/033.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PUiKZLSI/AAAAAAAABBY/AFavjGFXC7g/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457605537629285666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cousins getting ready to find the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PT9qveGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/URm704Qwc_8/s1600/030.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PT9qveGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/URm704Qwc_8/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457605527832852578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut Josie's hair, this is the before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PS88ji7I/AAAAAAAABBA/McNipzss9RY/s1600/022.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PS88ji7I/AAAAAAAABBA/McNipzss9RY/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457605510459263922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the after picture of the back of the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PTRkyZGI/AAAAAAAABBI/CHnlb4El0Tw/s1600/026.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PTRkyZGI/AAAAAAAABBI/CHnlb4El0Tw/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457605515996718178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's birthday lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, Me, Ryan, Steph, Michelle, Mom and Dad all in this tiny booth, it was so fun though.  We could actually hear each other talk because there were only adults allowed (I guess the exception of the two babies but they slept.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PSSP4DGI/AAAAAAAABA4/Hdu2PIN9Tow/s1600/020.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PSSP4DGI/AAAAAAAABA4/Hdu2PIN9Tow/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457605498997574754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Stephanie and Michelle at Chuck arama for Ryan's birthday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vMIGSifI/AAAAAAAABAw/fO2ZznkwyYo/s1600/018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vMIGSifI/AAAAAAAABAw/fO2ZznkwyYo/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457570208821709298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly, My dad and Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vLjRq-DI/AAAAAAAABAo/IPb1ANAaXZ0/s1600/016.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vLjRq-DI/AAAAAAAABAo/IPb1ANAaXZ0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457570198937335858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my little brother Ryan...isn't he so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vLLDKOGI/AAAAAAAABAg/Z-vJhA9Q5TM/s1600/019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vLLDKOGI/AAAAAAAABAg/Z-vJhA9Q5TM/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457570192434018402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day to Day life:&lt;br /&gt;Carly in the stroller on one of our walks....I love the big hat. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vKXGG1bI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ggnqor4jkb0/s1600/015.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70vKXGG1bI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ggnqor4jkb0/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457570178487735730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie on her new big girl bike.  Sometimes Josie asks to have us take her picture but other times this is what we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70o2zpgPQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pewWl9MgU0I/s1600/013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70o2zpgPQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pewWl9MgU0I/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457563245485243650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly must have been really tired...Elliot sure got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70o2TSw4sI/AAAAAAAABAI/RDp7XPchYks/s1600/011.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70o2TSw4sI/AAAAAAAABAI/RDp7XPchYks/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457563236799931074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie in her new sand box.  Our friends that use to live next door just moved and gave this to Josie.  She loves it, Thanks again Ben and Nadja. We already miss you guys but hope all is well in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70o18XJxII/AAAAAAAABAA/Ff9WO35dX58/s1600/007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S70o18XJxII/AAAAAAAABAA/Ff9WO35dX58/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457563230644323458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7349057575924006172?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7349057575924006172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7349057575924006172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7349057575924006172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7349057575924006172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-blog-about.html' title='So much to Blog about'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S71PUiKZLSI/AAAAAAAABBY/AFavjGFXC7g/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-257092113724816368</id><published>2010-03-20T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:17:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTERS</title><content type='html'>Can you believe these two girls are sisters.  They look so different as babies. Here are some pictures when they are both around the same ages 2 to 3 months old. ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6T2DMKELSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/U2Cf9WtRlBU/s1600-h/Decker+pics+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6T2DMKELSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/U2Cf9WtRlBU/s320/Decker+pics+095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450751983688625442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6UCQPsdB8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BSk2rSlg5Yc/s1600-h/396.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6UCQPsdB8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BSk2rSlg5Yc/s320/396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450765402115999682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6UAs_p0N9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/rmRytmNnLkQ/s1600-h/429.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6UAs_p0N9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/rmRytmNnLkQ/s320/429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450763697002919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6T9KvjZQNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/qVHhPmNMZrE/s1600-h/Decker+pics+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6T9KvjZQNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/qVHhPmNMZrE/s320/Decker+pics+138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450759810030584018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-257092113724816368?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/257092113724816368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=257092113724816368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/257092113724816368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/257092113724816368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisters.html' title='SISTERS'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6T2DMKELSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/U2Cf9WtRlBU/s72-c/Decker+pics+095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-5003631589503255561</id><published>2010-03-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:23:19.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love this girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6LY3BZXFYI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Hkv_gjbs7_E/s1600-h/418.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6LY3BZXFYI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Hkv_gjbs7_E/s320/418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450156938850932098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6LY2ak8l_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/UO5yx0HgaXE/s1600-h/421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6LY2ak8l_I/AAAAAAAAA_I/UO5yx0HgaXE/s320/421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450156928430544882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-5003631589503255561?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/5003631589503255561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=5003631589503255561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/5003631589503255561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/5003631589503255561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-love-this-girl.html' title='I just love this girl.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S6LY3BZXFYI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Hkv_gjbs7_E/s72-c/418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3256733801445829767</id><published>2010-03-08T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:21:36.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute girls</title><content type='html'>Smiley Baby Carly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va8wuXoiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/_MxMJuYxg2A/s1600-h/012.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va8wuXoiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/_MxMJuYxg2A/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446359324292522530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie the cheese face with little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va8OIUcxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/H9LRf8XaGHs/s1600-h/022.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va8OIUcxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/H9LRf8XaGHs/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446359315006124818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very tall baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va7i5KHMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZSrQAo5oZIc/s1600-h/008.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va7i5KHMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/ZSrQAo5oZIc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446359303399808194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and Carly hanging out on the play couch...Josie looks like she doesn't have a neck because of her sweatshirt. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va6w0LafI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HPJTEB8nkKM/s1600-h/006.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va6w0LafI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HPJTEB8nkKM/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446359289957149170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and Josie's baby...Josie wanted her baby to swing too...so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va5_PlwaI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/KHFj5XJ06FM/s1600-h/005.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va5_PlwaI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/KHFj5XJ06FM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446359276650348962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just the same around here.  Elliot goes to work and I stay home with the girls and try to keep the house clean and the kids taken care of.  I always look forward to the weekend so Elliot and I can hangout but those days go by too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie has been driving me crazy.  I think she's more than ready to start preschool in the fall, too bad its not sooner for my sake.  All she does is ask for her friends 24/7 and she wants to do something all the time.  I guess that's kids but it get pretty annoying at times.  Enough complaining...Josie loves the game Memory and she's really good at it too.  The other day my dad was over and he played her and she really did win.  He said he even cheated and he lost.  It was pretty entertaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly is as cute as ever...she smiles all the time and is getting so close to laughing.  She's getting pretty ticklish in her armpits, so stinking cute.  She just found her hands and loves to eat them.  Her hair is getting longer by the min. and I was able to put it in a pony tail holder on Sunday.  I wish she was sleeping better and riding in cars better.  I guess a girl can dream, right?  Josie was a terrible car rider too...my parents live like 15 min away and Carly cries the whole way there and back.  It's not a soft cute cry, its a bloody murder cry and nothing helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3256733801445829767?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3256733801445829767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3256733801445829767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3256733801445829767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3256733801445829767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cute-girls.html' title='My cute girls'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S5Va8wuXoiI/AAAAAAAAA-w/_MxMJuYxg2A/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2607048042933809594</id><published>2010-02-23T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:00:42.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures as promised</title><content type='html'>The fire Damage...look how close it was to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SIn4FaekI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jKcs9co5EpE/s1600-h/501.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SIn4FaekI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jKcs9co5EpE/s320/501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624468421769794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly, Nanny Becky and Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SInOFsdgI/AAAAAAAAA94/v4oa3MleseM/s1600-h/500.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SInOFsdgI/AAAAAAAAA94/v4oa3MleseM/s320/500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624457148659202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making cookies with grandma Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SImCGlifI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Go_ylEzSsfA/s1600-h/516.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SImCGlifI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Go_ylEzSsfA/s320/516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624436751305202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened a few weeks ago...One of Elliot's old friends saw pictures of Carly on his Facebook and asked him if Carly and I would be interested in being in a photo shoot.  Elliot called me and asked if I wanted to do it.  I was hesitant at first but then I thought why not, it could be fun and when will this ever happen again. The photo shoot took place in this old building in Ogden.  You'd never think that it was a studio.  We first got there and they sent us to the waiting area with other mom's and their babies.  Carly was the youngest one of the group. They were very nice to work with and they gave us fruit and veggie dip and any drink that we wanted.  I was very intimidated, I've never done anything like that before.  They put make-up on me, I felt like I was going on Oprah or something. It was pretty fun, but I don't know how models do that everyday.  The lights are so hot and smiling so much really hurts your face. I can't wait for the film that they are giving us...it will be fun to have for Carly's scrapbook.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4S7aMbDMVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/440J9QDxwQI/s1600-h/483.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4S7aMbDMVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/440J9QDxwQI/s320/483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441680308456075602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2607048042933809594?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2607048042933809594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2607048042933809594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2607048042933809594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2607048042933809594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire-damage.html' title='pictures as promised'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S4SIn4FaekI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jKcs9co5EpE/s72-c/501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1050834946107097185</id><published>2010-02-14T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:33:18.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids, Blessing and Fire</title><content type='html'>Warning long post...and not too many pictures due to slow down loading.  I hope to  get the pictures down loaded later on tonight. check back later.&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy yet not at the same time.  I feel like I have nothing that I want to do but so much that I have to do.  I don't know if that makes sense but for example I want to scrapbook but I need to do laundry, make dinner and clean the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my days consist of breast feeding.  Carly is eating about every 2 to 3 hours and then she seems to eat every hour from 10 to midnight.  She then sleeps for 4 hours, then she wakes up around 4:30 or 5am eats and then want to be awake until 7 or 8 am.  Then we both go to bed but until Josie wakes up usually around 10 or 9:30 AM.  Josie doesn't go to bed until 10 or 9:30pm...thank heavens she sleeps in.  It seems by the time I feel good enough to get out of bed and get going for the day the day is half way gone and I'm just starting my day.   I feel like I'm always doing catch up.  I guess every mom with a newborn feels like this, right?  I just wish I had more time to myself....well enough of the complaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly's 2 months stats&lt;br /&gt;Weight 11 lbs 5 oz 75%&lt;br /&gt;Height 23 in 99%&lt;br /&gt;She is doing great, it was so sad to give her shots today.  She was such a happy fun baby all morning and she had no idea that it was coming.  She had to get 3 shots. She's been a very sleepy baby today and has had no fevers so that's good. I think she's had some pain in her legs because she cry's like she's in pain.  All in all she's perfect little 2 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOURNALING PURPOSES&lt;br /&gt;Josie is growing up so fast and learning so much each day.  She's been using her imagination more and more.  She loves to sing but its not a song that you'd know, she makes up all her songs.  She knows her colors very well and some numbers but I can't get her interested in the ABC's. But for some reason she loves the letter W and can spot that letter anywhere. Any ideas how to make letters fun for a 3 year old?  She can talk OK...she is pretty good at miming everything.  She'll usually say I'll show you and then explains what happens with actions.  She understands so much, When Elliot was talking about the fire we had she could tell you the whole story with actions and some words. She loves when I do her hair now, its so much fun now that she'll let me actually do it.  She loves bed time because we read stories and sing songs.  She loves playing with our next door neighbors and I love that she has some kids her own age to play with.  Too bad that they might be moving soon. She loves talking on the phone to all her cousins and grandparents.  She loves &lt;br /&gt;Scooby Doo and I just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took family pictures this past month at the state capitol building and I think they turned out great.  The girls were so good through the whole thing.  Here are some of my favorites.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tnjaolI9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/AqF5s_2bq1I/s1600-h/15.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tnjaolI9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/AqF5s_2bq1I/s320/15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439054833122616274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tni0ZsyRI/AAAAAAAAA84/fcuu60b7XtM/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tni0ZsyRI/AAAAAAAAA84/fcuu60b7XtM/s320/18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439054822859655442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tniWD-wzI/AAAAAAAAA8w/AHcz_JV9I44/s1600-h/10.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tniWD-wzI/AAAAAAAAA8w/AHcz_JV9I44/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439054814715495218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3iIJ_g-sNI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Y4bwjDBHPOQ/s1600-h/mom+and+josie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3iIJ_g-sNI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Y4bwjDBHPOQ/s320/mom+and+josie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438246255299834066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3iIJhWldqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ZVTZuEa_G9E/s1600-h/josies+many+faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3iIJhWldqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ZVTZuEa_G9E/s320/josies+many+faces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438246247203174050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blessed Carly last Sunday and it was such a beautiful blessing the spirit was so strong that day.  One thing that stuck out to me was when Elliot said that she would be a mother...that just melted my heart.  What a privilege it is to be a mother. After sacrament meeting we went to my mom's for a lunch/dinner thing.  It was great spending time with family and eating wonderful food.  Thanks again everyone for coming and for bring something to share with the rest of us.  It was a very long but wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a scary story we had a fire in our house the night of Carly's blessing. When Elliot turned off the living room lamp (that we borrowed from Steph and Drew because I'm too cheap to by my own standing lamp, little did I know that lamp was going to cost us 60 dollars for an electrician and 75 dollars to replace the carpet.) for the night the breaker turned off all the lights in the room and so Elliot went down stairs to switch the breaker back on and he heard crackling noises upstairs. He ran upstairs and saw 12 inch flames. He ran to the kitchen and got a cup of water and luckily he threw it right in the right place. He then patted it out with his hands and feet. He kept yelling FIRE, FIRE!!!! All of us girls were upstairs asleep. We had taken our fire alarm down to replace the battery and hadn't replaced it yet. We didn't hear anything...after Elliot got the fire out he came upstairs and said why didn't you hear me?? Our whole house was filled with black smoke and stunk so bad. We had an electrician come to see if we had faulty wiring but it was the lamp. Elliot was pretty shaken up. Our couch was so close to the flames and our drapes but they didn't catch on fire. It was a miracle that the rest of the house didn't catch on fire.  This scare really put things in perspective.  We really need to be more prepared.  We put up our fire alarms, bought a fire extinguisher and now we need some rope ladders for our up stair bedrooms.  The fire was so close to the front door there wouldn't have been a way out for all of us that were up stairs.  We are just so grateful that heavenly father was watching over us that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1050834946107097185?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1050834946107097185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1050834946107097185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1050834946107097185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1050834946107097185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/02/kids-blessing-and-fire.html' title='Kids, Blessing and Fire'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S3tnjaolI9I/AAAAAAAAA9A/AqF5s_2bq1I/s72-c/15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8443817288624284537</id><published>2010-01-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:29:21.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Birthday and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZYKyER3cI/AAAAAAAAA8A/WPqVoU86yqw/s1600-h/018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZYKyER3cI/AAAAAAAAA8A/WPqVoU86yqw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428623343103368642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a blast this year...we spent Christmas at my parents house with my whole family.  We were so happy that Carly was born before Christmas so we could actually enjoy it.  Josie loved every minite of opening presents considering she was sick she did pretty well.  Carly slept through the whole thing.  Elliot was so thoughtful, he bought me a Jesus picture for our new house.  he did such a great job picking out the frame and everything.  Josie got her play guitar she's been asking for, for months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, Elliot, Ben and Cousin Brayden went to Hollywood Connection for her birthday outing...we were going to have some of Josie's friends go with them but her birthday is hard being so close to Christmas not a lot of people are home.  Maybe next year we will have a friend party for her.  She was very excited for her birthday she wanted to blow out her candles and have everyone sing her happy birthday.  We had her grandparents come over and spend Sunday night for cake and ice cream.  It was a fun day for our cute little 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZYLlaAqtI/AAAAAAAAA8I/SlO5FHsVE1Q/s1600-h/042.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZYLlaAqtI/AAAAAAAAA8I/SlO5FHsVE1Q/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428623356884724434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;aonblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZbluJd_gI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/l0Cd5HpThhg/s1600-h/080.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZbluJd_gI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/l0Cd5HpThhg/s320/080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428627104442744322" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1Zbk2_2U_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/PfdiOiOHMoA/s1600-h/079.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1Zbk2_2U_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/PfdiOiOHMoA/s320/079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428627089638446066" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8443817288624284537?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8443817288624284537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8443817288624284537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8443817288624284537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8443817288624284537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-birthday-and-more.html' title='Christmas, Birthday and more'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S1ZYKyER3cI/AAAAAAAAA8A/WPqVoU86yqw/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1266062751144102614</id><published>2010-01-07T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:31:19.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at all that hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S0bfNhc6gaI/AAAAAAAAA74/7tPcKdPLwrw/s1600-h/031.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S0bfNhc6gaI/AAAAAAAAA74/7tPcKdPLwrw/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424268224625279394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S0bfNOEmEyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/bV0xfahrm-c/s1600-h/008.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S0bfNOEmEyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/bV0xfahrm-c/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424268219423003426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1266062751144102614?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1266062751144102614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1266062751144102614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1266062751144102614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1266062751144102614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-all-that-hair.html' title='Look at all that hair'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/S0bfNhc6gaI/AAAAAAAAA74/7tPcKdPLwrw/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3599944758243905409</id><published>2009-12-18T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:05:04.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyvlwJ-SrDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/b1vxZ7DREE4/s1600-h/012.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyvlwJ-SrDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/b1vxZ7DREE4/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416675592316824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going good at the Decker house hold.  Carly is doing great.  She took a while to get the nursing thing down due to retarded equipment, thank heavens for nursing shields, nursing pumps and lots of prayer.  Josie just loves her for the most part.  Josie is the one that has taken more time and patience at this time.  She wants our attention 24/7 and it is sure wearing on both of us.  We try not to get mad because we know she's just adjusting.  Carly has been sleeping pretty good. Of coarse she has her days and nights mixed up but shes been sleeping about 3 to 4 hours so that's just wonderful compared to how Josie was.  Its amazing how she can sleep through all of the noise that Josie puts out.  I'm doing pretty good recovery wise but emotional I've had my moments, luckily Elliot is there to listen and give all the support that he can.  I'm so blessed to have a caring and understanding husband.  He really has done so much with cleaning, last min. Christmas shopping and taking care of the girls while I catch up on sleep.  I love you Elliot.  I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas, only 7 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Syxs8JDUkLI/AAAAAAAAA7o/RNvUcRgmUJY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Syxs8JDUkLI/AAAAAAAAA7o/RNvUcRgmUJY/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416824232297664690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3599944758243905409?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3599944758243905409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3599944758243905409' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3599944758243905409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3599944758243905409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-week-old.html' title='One week old'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyvlwJ-SrDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/b1vxZ7DREE4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6552374030737326052</id><published>2009-12-12T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:55:38.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carly's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1jRRx__I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/h_rINTQtVXE/s1600-h/054.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1jRRx__I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/h_rINTQtVXE/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414441163311677426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8 lbs 2 oz and 21.5 inches long &lt;br /&gt;born on 12-11-09 at 3:45 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1jI8NbKI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/eq8E8JOykpM/s1600-h/043.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1jI8NbKI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/eq8E8JOykpM/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414441161073716386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1ikp_djI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yY32JYUwz14/s1600-h/042.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1ikp_djI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yY32JYUwz14/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414441151333627442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1iBJsewI/AAAAAAAAA7A/r7SJPLCVWBs/s1600-h/041.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1iBJsewI/AAAAAAAAA7A/r7SJPLCVWBs/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414441141802924802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1hsuO-nI/AAAAAAAAA64/q4XWnYy20aI/s1600-h/040.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1hsuO-nI/AAAAAAAAA64/q4XWnYy20aI/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414441136319036018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0yzlFiII/AAAAAAAAA6w/8FvLekDNnSc/s1600-h/037.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0yzlFiII/AAAAAAAAA6w/8FvLekDNnSc/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414440330705864834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0yn8gVXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nCp2abnRuSs/s1600-h/034.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0yn8gVXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nCp2abnRuSs/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414440327582864754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0x3pFxQI/AAAAAAAAA6g/D3SDWJ-Y2kI/s1600-h/032.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0x3pFxQI/AAAAAAAAA6g/D3SDWJ-Y2kI/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414440314616530178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0xqncJdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/K6TLygh97As/s1600-h/031.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0xqncJdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/K6TLygh97As/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414440311119947218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0xLBJjjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/M9xLm1C7Dms/s1600-h/030.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP0xLBJjjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/M9xLm1C7Dms/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414440302637846066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, where do I begin...I'll start the day before she was born.  I went to my mom and dad's house because I was sick of staying home all day and waiting.  I felt good and energetic all day.  I told Josie we would build a snowman and play with her cousin at nanny and boppa's house.  She seemed very excited.  At my doctor's appointment on wed. I was dilated to 3 and 1/2 and effaced to 70 percent. The doctor was very impressed by my progress.  She really didn't think she'd see me next week and she was right.  That night I was having some sharp pain in my back and my belly.  I wasn't sure what was going on.  I was tired from the daily activities and thought I just needed sleep.  Elliot was waiting for the Jazz game to start before he came home from my parents.  We had drove separate cars because he had come to my parents for dinner after work. I was thinking I could just go home with Josie and get some sleep but Carly had other plans.  My pain was off and on and not very intense...I didn't want to go to the hospital and be sent home.  Elliot and I thought it was best to go to the hospital before we went home just to see what was going on.  I really didn't think we were going to stay but Elliot kept saying its going to happen.  Elliot, my dad and brother in law Ben gave me a blessing before we left for the hospital. It was very special and it calmed a lot of my fears.  Thanks again honey for remembering to do that, it meant a lot.  We left Josie with my parents and headed off to the hospital.  I still wasn't in that much pain and still didn't believe that they would actually admit us but I was very wrong.  The nurse checked me and I was dilated to a 5 cm and effaced to 80 percent with contractions. The nurse gave me my IV and got me all set up in my room.  My pain was still tolerable at this time but I decided to get the epidural before the pain was unbearable. This epidural was so much more painful compared to Josie's, I think because my water hadn't broken and my contractions were still tolerable. The epidural hurt very bad this time.  It was actually the numbing shots before the epidural that was the problem.  Maybe next time I'll wait a little longer when I'm in more pain.  We were both able to fall asleep for a little bit and get some rest before the hard work came.  They gave me some patoson to make the contractions come a little faster and at this point my water had broken by itself.  The next thing I new I was dialted to a 10 and it was time to push this baby out.  My doctor was out of town so I had to use the on-call doctor but she was just as good, thank goodness.  By the time the room was all set up and the doctor was in place the babies head was right there ready and waiting.  I pushed for about 20 min and she was born.  They put her right on me after she came out and she was just beautiful. She hardly cried at all.  Elliot cut the cord, then they weighed her and measured her.  She was 8lbs 2 oz and 21.5 inches long.  She was a big baby. Surprisingly I didn't have to have an episiotomy and I didn't tear. I'll let Elliot take over now and explain the rest because I am on drugs and having troubles putting my thoughts together.  &lt;br /&gt;Elliot: I'll just pick up where she left off.  Carly had a full head of brown hair, and because of the smooth delivery she really looked beautiful. Her skin was a healthy pink color, and from head to toe her body parts looked perfect. She is an angel.  She is eating really well, and when she isn't sleeping she is very active, looking all over. She's also very cute when she sleeps. She makes cute little noises. The sound of her voice is a beautiful sound.  &lt;br /&gt;     Melanie is doing very well. Her main challenge is pain management, as expected, but she really is feeling pretty good, and is very happy.  We both have been pretty sleep deprived, but that's also expected.  We will leave the hospital sometime early afternoon on Sunday as long as everything continues to go well.  Josie has been staying at Ray's and Becky's.  They've been so helpful, as has Michelle and Ben.  Josie is happy and in good hands.  &lt;br /&gt;     We appreciate all of the visitors we've had, and also are grateful for all of the kind words of love and support from friends and family who haven't been able to visit yet.  &lt;br /&gt;     We feel extremely blessed, and our hearts are full of love and gratitude.  Sorry it took so long to post pictures. I left our camera cord home on accident. I hope you like the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6552374030737326052?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6552374030737326052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6552374030737326052' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6552374030737326052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6552374030737326052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/12/carlys-birth-story.html' title='Carly&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SyP1jRRx__I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/h_rINTQtVXE/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3037019670714737506</id><published>2009-11-24T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:50:15.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONESTY</title><content type='html'>My Friend Andrea from High school tagged me to do this so here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you all 10 honest things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate to cook&lt;/span&gt;.  I wish I had professional cook that would cook anything my heart desired.  Elliot's a very good cook and he does a great job keeping us fed.  I can cook but I don't like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love the winter time.&lt;/span&gt;  Some people hate the snow and all the storms but it just means were close to Christmas and all that it comes with it.  I think winter and fall are my favorite time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I absolutely HATE snakes&lt;/span&gt;.  I hate everything about them slimmy, slithery, disgusting creatures.  I don't even like watching snakes on cartoons or on the discovery channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love to organize&lt;/span&gt;.  I always want everything to have its own place and its pretty fun to get rid of things and know what you have.  I can't wait until I have lots of energy to do more organizing in my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I like picking peoples blackheads and zits.&lt;/span&gt;  I know that sounds disgusting but its kind of fun.  I picked a blackhead from my dad's neck and to this day it will still haunt me....EWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love decorating...I just wish I had the money to go all out.&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe someday. I can't wait to get the Christmas decorations out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still love the show ER, even though it is cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;  I miss it every Thursday, Elliot doesn't understand how I can watch that gory stuff.  I thinks I love it because my mom and I used to watch it together.  I guess one of those bonding things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like doing hair, I don't love it.&lt;/span&gt;  I wish I loved it but sometimes it just feels like a chore.  I also wish I was better at a few of the skills. I wish I was like my sister Michelle who just has natural talent and loves every minute of it. But I am happy to have a skill that I'll have for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't like to be touched or tickled.&lt;/span&gt;  I wish I was more affectionate but I just feel smothered.  I guess it just depends on who and how I'm feeling that day.  I don't like my feet being touched at all...they are soooooooooo ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I wish I never quit piano lessons.&lt;/span&gt;  My mom always said I would regret it and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag....whoever wants to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3037019670714737506?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3037019670714737506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3037019670714737506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3037019670714737506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3037019670714737506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/11/honesty.html' title='HONESTY'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6125648139515640999</id><published>2009-11-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:19:23.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25...really???</title><content type='html'>I just turned 25 on Tuesday and I still can't believe it.  It was a good day, my day started out at the Doctors getting another ultrasound because they thought I was measuring small.  It turned out that I am measuring a week earlier than my due date and the baby already weighs 5 pounds.  I hope that the baby comes a week earlier and I hope that she doesn't turn out being 9 or 10 pounds.  I'm glad everything is right on track though.  Then I came home and had a wonderful nap...a much needed nap.  Elliot had the day off and took Josie on some errands.  It was great to have a nap with out have a little girl coming in every few minute saying, "Wake up MOM!"  Elliot came home with Cafe Rio, yummy! Oh ya the night before we went out to eat at Chuck a Rama with my family.  As you can tell I love food and I just wish I could eat more at one sitting but I guess that's what happens when your 8 months pregnant. After we ate we went back to my mom's because my sister had a present that was too big to bring with her...this is what she gave me.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMYFZCtMzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/gT8ZpMFtTs8/s1600-h/066.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMYFZCtMzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/gT8ZpMFtTs8/s320/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400686859048006450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she made haircutting scissors...so stinking creative.  Thanks Michelle!  She also gave me a case for my scissors and some way cute flip flops.  I got home and Josie was so funny she opened up the coffee table and brought out a candy bar and my present...elliot told her not to show me until tomorrow but I guess she couldn't wait.  Elliot got me exactly what I wanted the Gopher, its a reaching tool so I don't have to bend down to pick up things. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMZWX2ve4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/vnnrO2-ifvY/s1600-h/reacher_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMZWX2ve4I/AAAAAAAAA6I/vnnrO2-ifvY/s320/reacher_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400688250298792834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Nickel Arched and played games and then that night we went and hung out at my sister Lisa's house and then went to Elliot's league basketball game.  They won by 30 plus points...it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Go down to see the Halloween post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6125648139515640999?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6125648139515640999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6125648139515640999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6125648139515640999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6125648139515640999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/11/25really.html' title='25...really???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMYFZCtMzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/gT8ZpMFtTs8/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-650695347055428696</id><published>2009-11-05T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:03:02.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>Halloween has come and gone...I look forward to this holiday every year and then it goes away so fast.  Josie really got into it this year.  (We went Trick or Treating at my Mom and Dad's neighborhood.) She didn't understand it last year she wanted to eat each candy that she got before she would go to the next door.  But this year we couldn't keep up with her after she got her second wind.  At first she wanted to stay in the stroller due to no nap but then Elliot convinced her it was more fun to walk to each house.  She can say Trick or Treat, Smell my feet...so cute.  I got tired of coarse so we took the little ones home and my dad, Stephanie and Brooklyn went out a little longer...Josie got pretty upset so I let her go with Grandpa and they said she did really well.  She's so grown up.  Josie was a cowgirl this year, she didn't want to keep her hat on and she kept tripping on the horse but she still looked adorable&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMP06Jwx-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TsIBznxSWwA/s1600-h/051.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMP06Jwx-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TsIBznxSWwA/s320/051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400677779785172962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMQZNWi3oI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8Vh46aPgSBM/s1600-h/049.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMQZNWi3oI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8Vh46aPgSBM/s320/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400678403414351490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMQ4mouoxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/VX3MMH4KBwg/s1600-h/059.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMQ4mouoxI/AAAAAAAAA5o/VX3MMH4KBwg/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400678942777451282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMR5ceZ9wI/AAAAAAAAA54/EUahOiR9-9k/s1600-h/065.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMR5ceZ9wI/AAAAAAAAA54/EUahOiR9-9k/s320/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400680056741295874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMR5F6Se2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/h2yXoOV5Pqg/s1600-h/063.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMR5F6Se2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/h2yXoOV5Pqg/s320/063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400680050684230498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-650695347055428696?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/650695347055428696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=650695347055428696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/650695347055428696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/650695347055428696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SvMP06Jwx-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/TsIBznxSWwA/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2176960420128815241</id><published>2009-10-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:14:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Life...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for such a depressing post, things have been much better after I got all that off my chest.  Now I only have 8 weeks until my due date, crazy huh?  Thanks for all the encouraging comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCbBSJN7ZI/AAAAAAAAA44/9wN3iYvJBYY/s1600-h/021.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCbBSJN7ZI/AAAAAAAAA44/9wN3iYvJBYY/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395482799942528402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at 30 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to stay busy around our house with home repairs, FHE and lots of crafts.  Sometimes its hard to keep Josie occupied she wants to play with her friends but most of them are in school or preschool.  She can't wait until she can go to school but little does she she know that mommy doesn't go to school with her. But when she's good she's so good, hopefully the terrible twos will go away when she turns 3.  Sorry I had to write this down so I wouldn't forget.  One other thing...the other day I went to DI and found Snow White (on VHS) but she doesn't care.  She had never seen it before and she just loved it but when it came to the end I looked up at her and she had tears on her cheeks she was so emotional.  I'm not sure why but it was so cute that she has emotions and understands whats going on.  What a cutie pie.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCdlCf_q7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/dHiYcALSS4w/s1600-h/042.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCdlCf_q7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/dHiYcALSS4w/s320/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485613241641906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we as sisters and my mom went to Gardner Village to the Witches Night Out.  It was so much fun getting all dressed up and be with my family and have no kids with us.  It was very crowded, if we go next year I think we will go earlier and on a Friday.  The food was delicious and the company was even better.   Elliot took Josie with  him to his parents house Friday night and was there all day Saturday.  They had a great father daughter weekend, what a wonderful hubby.  It was a much needed break.  Thanks babe.  Here are some pictures of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCtwaQpovI/AAAAAAAAA5I/86LvhjPLT_8/s1600-h/025.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCtwaQpovI/AAAAAAAAA5I/86LvhjPLT_8/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395503400784339698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCu19E02zI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Vb0kBV77FIA/s1600-h/036.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCu19E02zI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Vb0kBV77FIA/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395504595540958002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2176960420128815241?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2176960420128815241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2176960420128815241' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2176960420128815241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2176960420128815241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-on-life.html' title='More on Life...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SuCbBSJN7ZI/AAAAAAAAA44/9wN3iYvJBYY/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8024866377400513867</id><published>2009-10-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:56:59.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>I am 29 weeks pregnant this week and believe me I am counting down the days.  This pregnancy has been rough compared to Josie's pregnancy. Here and so lows of this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had very bad lower back pain, sometimes its hard to even walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had about 3 kidney stone attacks, if any guy wants to know how it feels to give birth tell them to have a kidney stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some Braxton Hicks...I don't know what people are saying when they don't hurt at all. Or I have low pain tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of not being able to do as much as I usually do. I feel like such a burden especially to Elliot.  I want to have more energy especially to play with Josie.  I guess I'm luck that Josie is OK with watching cartoons and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last but not least I've had some very painful siadic nerve pain.....I'm not sure how to spell that but its really sharp pain around your lower hip region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some good things about being pregnant because I can't just write about the lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling the baby and how excited Josie gets when she can feel the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Josie will be such a great big sister when the baby comes, she's already so helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wear sweatpants all day, if I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm I am able to have kids and that is just amazing.  I really need to stop complaining but sometimes its good to get it out of your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been nice to have my older sister Michelle pregnant at the same time because she knows exactly how I feel.  Well things around our house have been good.  I've been doing a lot of crafts and redecorating.  I wish I had more money to do that though.  I better get going for the day because the dishes and laundry won't do them selves. Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8024866377400513867?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8024866377400513867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8024866377400513867' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8024866377400513867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8024866377400513867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/10/11-weeks-and-counting.html' title='11 Weeks and counting'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2592727654360515663</id><published>2009-09-08T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:59:02.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All together again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbWFNjE1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/eOECZ49FcRg/s1600-h/032.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbWFNjE1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/eOECZ49FcRg/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379227977343243090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my siblings finally are together at one time.  We haven't been together since April. It was so fun to be all together on labor day weekend. I love my sisters and brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbVnrPp2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/SYVV9s4zXG0/s1600-h/027.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbVnrPp2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/SYVV9s4zXG0/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379227969414735714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Michelle and I are both pregnant at the same time.  Were due two days apart....I guess we will see which baby will come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbVOWlT8I/AAAAAAAAA4c/CwQVAPnJ60M/s1600-h/003.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbVOWlT8I/AAAAAAAAA4c/CwQVAPnJ60M/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379227962617188290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just love this picture of Josie.  She was playing with my mom's curlers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2592727654360515663?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2592727654360515663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2592727654360515663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2592727654360515663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2592727654360515663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-together-again.html' title='All together again.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SqbbWFNjE1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/eOECZ49FcRg/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6522200695123875645</id><published>2009-08-12T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:08:12.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been in the mood to blog. So sorry for the no post.  We've been having a fun summer.  Our last vacation we went down to Lake Powell to go Jet skiing with Elliot's family.   We love this vacation...we didn't think we would be able to go this year because Elliot had to work but we were able to go down on Friday, Saturday and went home on Sunday.  The ride there was very pleasant with Josie she was kept very occupied and didn't sleep the whole time but she did very good.  On the way home...now that is another story.  She would just cry and cry...she wanted me to hold her.  She was just really worn out from the lake but she fights sleep to the bitter end.  She finally fell a sleep for the last 2 hours with or without some help from baby Tylenol. HA!  Here are some pictures from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ46_3PvAI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DWF8gcdNSmI/s1600-h/Powell+09+006.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ46_3PvAI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DWF8gcdNSmI/s320/Powell+09+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369479241959193602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot, Josie and I on the Jet ski.  Josie wasn't a big fan of the jet ski's this year.  She'd rather be on the beach building sand castles or playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ5LkG7fVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/hKKtSdiujEU/s1600-h/Powell+09+009.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ5LkG7fVI/AAAAAAAAA4M/hKKtSdiujEU/s320/Powell+09+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369479526566559058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Lisa and Josie relaxing at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ5nM2eyoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jGZ6Go1ftI8/s1600-h/Powell+09+037.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ5nM2eyoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jGZ6Go1ftI8/s320/Powell+09+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480001359891074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6522200695123875645?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6522200695123875645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6522200695123875645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6522200695123875645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6522200695123875645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SoQ46_3PvAI/AAAAAAAAA4E/DWF8gcdNSmI/s72-c/Powell+09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4142057280036770478</id><published>2009-07-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:27:05.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please......</title><content type='html'>The time has come...we found out what we were having today.  Josie knew all along.  Whenever we would ask her what we were having she would say, "Girl."  I'm so excited that Josie's going to have a little sister.  The baby was in a really strange position.  She was bent in half...her knees were by her mouth.  Her head was hiding behind her arm.  Elliot thinks that she was trying to sleep because that is how Josie and I sleep with our arm over our heads.  The tech said that it was going to be really hard to get very good pictures because of her position.  They want me to come back in a month hoping that the baby will be in a better position so we can get profile pictures and better measurements of the head. What I'm trying to say the pictures are kind of hard to tell what they are so I hope to get better one's next time.  I'll scan them in tomorrow...to tired to do that now. Good night all! Oh ya the tech also said that the baby was measuring at 18 weeks and 5 days instead of 19 weeks and 3 days....so that would make my due date December 24th instead of the 20th.  AHHHHHHH!!!!! I just hope she comes early like Josie did (eleven days to be exact).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4142057280036770478?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4142057280036770478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4142057280036770478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4142057280036770478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4142057280036770478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/07/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please......'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-958586537013529427</id><published>2009-07-26T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:55:03.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fun week.</title><content type='html'>I thought this week would be pretty lame but it ended up being pretty fun.  Thursday one of Josie's new friends threw a Princess Party.  Josie was so excited she kept saying, "Party!"  They had all the girls dress up in princess dresses and they made crowns, ate pizza, played musical chairs, pin the kiss on the frog...to turn him into a prince and last but not least they had a special guest princess come.  Princess Ariel came to sing, and tell the little mermaid story and hand out wands to each little girl.  Josie could hardly wait for her turn to meet the Princess and get her wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qmmQfWkI/AAAAAAAAA18/lgASH1sJuwc/s1600-h/033.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qmmQfWkI/AAAAAAAAA18/lgASH1sJuwc/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362989573861235266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qnm30QtI/AAAAAAAAA2U/7Bf5q9-hXvs/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qnm30QtI/AAAAAAAAA2U/7Bf5q9-hXvs/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362989591206052562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Josie's face...she was so happy that the princess wanted to dance with her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qnFJHvRI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ceknKivId2U/s1600-h/040.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qnFJHvRI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ceknKivId2U/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362989582151826706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qm0tPQ6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/2_gAREw5hB0/s1600-h/035.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qm0tPQ6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/2_gAREw5hB0/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362989577739912098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0ryUmJLQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0N2Eq0XULxs/s1600-h/059.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0ryUmJLQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0N2Eq0XULxs/s320/059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362990874790276354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, Ariel and Katie (the little girls party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0ryB7U1fI/AAAAAAAAA2c/-d2g_XGZcKg/s1600-h/043.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0ryB7U1fI/AAAAAAAAA2c/-d2g_XGZcKg/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362990869778847218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our next door neighbor...Josie adores her.&lt;br /&gt;I am 19 weeks a long in this picture.  We find out what we are having on Wed.  We both think its going to be a girl but what do we know we thought Josie was going to be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0rzFFLo6I/AAAAAAAAA20/SSDiMRtpqJ0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0rzFFLo6I/AAAAAAAAA20/SSDiMRtpqJ0/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362990887805363106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie's done pretty good this week in her own bed.  We've got a good night routine going and she seems to sleep in her own bed until 6am and some how she ends up in bed with us.  I hope she keeps this up.  Doesn't she look so peaceful when she's asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0ry1auRJI/AAAAAAAAA2s/KS6tUXPsm1s/s1600-h/006.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0ry1auRJI/AAAAAAAAA2s/KS6tUXPsm1s/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362990883600745618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th we went to Liberty Park for the fireworks...they were really good but it was pretty crowded and a lot of people don't wear deodorant. PEE EWW!!!  I'm glad Josie liked the the fireworks this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 25th we went to Elliot's aunt and Uncle's to see them put on a firework show.  It was amazing....decide for yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0xc_M9NUI/AAAAAAAAA38/b8MRu4OeEsg/s1600-h/022.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0xc_M9NUI/AAAAAAAAA38/b8MRu4OeEsg/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997105340003650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0xcikkpRI/AAAAAAAAA30/n45zZAUtbmY/s1600-h/020.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0xcikkpRI/AAAAAAAAA30/n45zZAUtbmY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362997097654428946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0wWXK9sxI/AAAAAAAAA3k/k2RZtmVaDZg/s1600-h/018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0wWXK9sxI/AAAAAAAAA3k/k2RZtmVaDZg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995892003386130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0v6ajNoII/AAAAAAAAA3c/SbTnMggjcbA/s1600-h/014.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0v6ajNoII/AAAAAAAAA3c/SbTnMggjcbA/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362995411874062466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-958586537013529427?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/958586537013529427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=958586537013529427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/958586537013529427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/958586537013529427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-fun-week.html' title='What a fun week.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sm0qmmQfWkI/AAAAAAAAA18/lgASH1sJuwc/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1987254409055722142</id><published>2009-07-21T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:02:11.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a miracle</title><content type='html'>Last night Josie slept in her own bed...for the whole night.  When I woke up this morning I was so shocked. I just hope that this will continue.  I'll let you know how the rest of the week goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1987254409055722142?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1987254409055722142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1987254409055722142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1987254409055722142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1987254409055722142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a miracle'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6219675943781225295</id><published>2009-07-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:07:03.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question and The Evans Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>I have a question did any of you women out there get bad skin when you were pregnant?  Nothing works, I want to get rid of blackheads and my uneven bumpy skin.  If anyone has any suggestions do tell.  I saw this commercial and I wonder if it works &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-h7HOSGdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/99VpUdQl28A/s1600-h/p94336b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-h7HOSGdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/99VpUdQl28A/s320/p94336b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359180118517488082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to erase your blackheads.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to Palisades Lake down in Manti.  It was so fun to go camping with Elliots extended family.  We ate tons of good food, swam in the lake, played in the sand (Josie did), played tons of board games, played with the dogs (Josie again...she would love a dog)and played volleyball.  It was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very good at taking pictures on this trip but here are two of the cutest pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-j4s5MfaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/gRk5Fk4RXwM/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-j4s5MfaI/AAAAAAAAA1w/gRk5Fk4RXwM/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359182276113235362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-j4TSxadI/AAAAAAAAA1o/yLC2QihPAO4/s1600-h/007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-j4TSxadI/AAAAAAAAA1o/yLC2QihPAO4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359182269241190866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6219675943781225295?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6219675943781225295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6219675943781225295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6219675943781225295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6219675943781225295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-and-evans-camping-trip.html' title='Question and The Evans Camping Trip'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sl-h7HOSGdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/99VpUdQl28A/s72-c/p94336b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1287656507999753957</id><published>2009-07-07T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:53:41.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Elliot and the fourth</title><content type='html'>Owen, Grandma Lisa, Grandpa Bruce, and Josie on our way to the Firework show in Hooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKyuBUQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3e4s_61FQFU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKyuBUQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3e4s_61FQFU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355913738845245698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Elliot playing Frisbee on his birthday which happens to be on the fourth...happy 27th Birthday babe.  Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKjgPHlI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-HbmcOgdbbQ/s1600-h/007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKjgPHlI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-HbmcOgdbbQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355913734760898130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang at the firework show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHdOjRqrI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UmOeNy07UAI/s1600-h/018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHdOjRqrI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UmOeNy07UAI/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914055554017970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKDBgtYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/aSM__PqXk58/s1600-h/012.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKDBgtYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/aSM__PqXk58/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355913726042092930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Josie did the first half of the fireworks then she got used to them and wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHJ8-jkPI/AAAAAAAAA04/n_lGsbMG6T0/s1600-h/020.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHJ8-jkPI/AAAAAAAAA04/n_lGsbMG6T0/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355913724419084530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great fourth of July and Elliot's birthday.  We had a barbecue with his family and saw great fireworks in a little town called Hooper close to Ogden.  It was great to spend time with family and have Josie get close to her grandparents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1287656507999753957?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1287656507999753957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1287656507999753957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1287656507999753957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1287656507999753957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-elliot-and-fourth.html' title='Happy Birthday Elliot and the fourth'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SlQHKyuBUQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3e4s_61FQFU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6846107619336443806</id><published>2009-06-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:59:06.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SkqKYrAlTAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lUxaV9cqPLs/s1600-h/15+weeks+prego+with+2nd+kid+001.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SkqKYrAlTAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lUxaV9cqPLs/s320/15+weeks+prego+with+2nd+kid+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353243263549918210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't look that prego but I am.  I'm feeling lots better other than I have to eat all the time to keep my energy up. That's pretty annoy especially that I am a person who hates to cook and I'm just sick of having food control my life. So if anyone has any good ideas for quick and easy meals please send them my way. The quicker the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6846107619336443806?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6846107619336443806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6846107619336443806' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6846107619336443806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6846107619336443806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-weeks.html' title='15 weeks'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SkqKYrAlTAI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lUxaV9cqPLs/s72-c/15+weeks+prego+with+2nd+kid+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7434465019176254151</id><published>2009-06-25T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:10:32.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBEY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SkQf7v2K-qI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rJrZWyT8ZU0/s1600-h/013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SkQf7v2K-qI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rJrZWyT8ZU0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351437368539413154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days as a mom have been fun yet challenging these days...One of life's lessons is learning how to be obedient especially to your parents.  Josie's really had a hard time with this one.  She'd rather just say, "NO, NO, NO!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we were on our way out the door and Josie was eating a chip and decided to throw it on the floor instead of putting it in the garbage.  I kept telling her she had to pick it up before we went any where.  But of coarse her answer was NO!  She kept crying and saying NO.  I wasn't going to let this one go.  I usually pick my battles with this little girl and this one I thought it would be a good learning situation.  I explained to her in a very calm voice that you need to OBEY, your parents....Jesus likes when you OBEY.  I kept emphasizing that word and she then said in a very questioning voice, "OBEY?" like what do you mean?  You have to obey your parents, what is this all about. After about 5 to 10 min's of crying she then looks at me grabs the chip and yells, "OBEY!"  She understood, WHOHOO!!!! She threw it away and we were on our way.  The whole way she kept saying, "Obey, Josie obey."  I'm so glad that she's at a age that she can understand, it doesn't mean that she will always do what you say but its a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7434465019176254151?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7434465019176254151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7434465019176254151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7434465019176254151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7434465019176254151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/06/obey.html' title='OBEY?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SkQf7v2K-qI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rJrZWyT8ZU0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4019939749134682334</id><published>2009-06-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:30:08.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision Walk</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we went to Sugarhouse park and did a 5k (3 and 1/2 miles I think). It was a vision walk for Elliot's little cousin Cameron. He has a genetic disorder that has left him almost all the way blind. He can see up close with a magnify glass and his peripheral vision is still there. He's only 7 and has gone through a lot just this past year. The walk was to earn money for research for the genetic disorder. I think his team earned about 6,000 dollars. It was an amazing day. I've never been involved in a charity that was so close to a family member. Cameron's team was called Camerons Cougars so a BYU football player was able to come and he gave him his hat and team jacket signed. Cameron wore the jacket the whole walk, the jacket was as tall as he is. He also got a basketball and a football signed by the whole BYU teams. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if I was going to even do the walk but I felt really good that day. I was thinking on rollerblading but I'm glad I just walked with the family and it was really fun. I'm pretty sore today... my joints hurt pretty bad but I think that's due to pregnancy. Anyone else had that problem???&lt;br /&gt;The signed football and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJ4QtPWXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gdupvGA19BM/s1600-h/byu+football+and+basketball.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJ4QtPWXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gdupvGA19BM/s320/byu+football+and+basketball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347402100966906226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang on the walk...Josie was good the whole time. She even got out and walked for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpq4VuhI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/z_C4AEF3qtA/s1600-h/the+gang+on+the+walk.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpq4VuhI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/z_C4AEF3qtA/s320/the+gang+on+the+walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347401850294745618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids bouncing the bounce house....it was so cute Cameron would hold Josie's hand and lead her up the stairs of the slide and slide on down with her. They were little buddies. I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJplelwBI/AAAAAAAAA0I/P5iaZqA0f6w/s1600-h/kid+in+bounce+house.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJplelwBI/AAAAAAAAA0I/P5iaZqA0f6w/s320/kid+in+bounce+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347401848844566546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot's uncle Richard's family with Dan Vanswedien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpTxEIHI/AAAAAAAAA0A/c3p8JCzYAhQ/s1600-h/richards+family.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpTxEIHI/AAAAAAAAA0A/c3p8JCzYAhQ/s320/richards+family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347401844090216562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Vanswedian giving Cameron the jacket and hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpEwyCZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ezWpr2YAj5Q/s1600-h/dan+vansweadin.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpEwyCZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ezWpr2YAj5Q/s320/dan+vansweadin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347401840062499218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending the walk...we did finish. WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpflkb5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/JYOo9uUcwNA/s1600-h/ending+the+walk.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJpflkb5I/AAAAAAAAAz4/JYOo9uUcwNA/s320/ending+the+walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347401847263227794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4019939749134682334?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4019939749134682334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4019939749134682334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4019939749134682334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4019939749134682334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/06/vision-walk.html' title='Vision Walk'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SjXJ4QtPWXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/gdupvGA19BM/s72-c/byu+football+and+basketball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7166548891702194756</id><published>2009-06-09T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:35:32.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New House</title><content type='html'>I know you all have been waiting for pictures of the new house so here they are... We haven't really done anything other than move our stuff in. We put some carpet in 3 of the room but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-v3ZrMqI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Z9UV48x0-1k/s1600-h/019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-v3ZrMqI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Z9UV48x0-1k/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489906014302882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room. I have so much wall space and not enough stuff to put on the walls and I'm just sick off all of my decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-vvxMS1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/BieIz6d-XeM/s1600-h/017.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-vvxMS1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/BieIz6d-XeM/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489903965457234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen, not much decor in here. I hope to put stuff above the cabinets but I am sick of the sunflowers for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-vYKP8EI/AAAAAAAAAzY/6MjQ_6LJCl0/s1600-h/018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-vYKP8EI/AAAAAAAAAzY/6MjQ_6LJCl0/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489897628102722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie's room...I want to paint the walls but that will come in due time. My cousin Holly gave me the bookcase and the bench, aren't they so cute. Thanks again Holly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si794X9jdbI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/3bN_RqIBrXA/s1600-h/008.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si794X9jdbI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/3bN_RqIBrXA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488952682050994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7930NnwZI/AAAAAAAAAzI/00WmjgvlSWw/s1600-h/007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7930NnwZI/AAAAAAAAAzI/00WmjgvlSWw/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488943085765010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si793jd939I/AAAAAAAAAzA/P8rITf4LEzI/s1600-h/006.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si793jd939I/AAAAAAAAAzA/P8rITf4LEzI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488938590920658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new and slightly used playhouse I bought for Josie on KSL. I bought it for only 15$ and the retail price is about 100$ and something at Toys R Us. I just couldn't pass it up. She loves it as you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si793VCv1eI/AAAAAAAAAy4/QAgzsW2ViJE/s1600-h/005.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si793VCv1eI/AAAAAAAAAy4/QAgzsW2ViJE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345488934718658018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.... I need to take some more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7166548891702194756?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7166548891702194756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7166548891702194756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7166548891702194756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7166548891702194756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-house.html' title='The New House'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Si7-v3ZrMqI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Z9UV48x0-1k/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6319170713515858031</id><published>2009-06-04T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:59:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a good laugh???</title><content type='html'>This made my day today...I hope you all get a good laugh like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/zKjOTPNvL3xqZIMB4GlsVw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/zKjOTPNvL3xqZIMB4GlsVw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6319170713515858031?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6319170713515858031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6319170713515858031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6319170713515858031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6319170713515858031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-good-laugh.html' title='Need a good laugh???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8268017810975461943</id><published>2009-05-28T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:11:36.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY HAPPENINGS</title><content type='html'>We'll as you all know that we have moved to our new house in Taylorsville and its great. It's so much bigger than our apartment I just hope I can keep up on the cleaning. Here are some fun pictures of the things we've been up to this past month&lt;br /&gt;One of Elliot's missionary companions got married...This is Elliot and Josie dancing at the reception. So stinking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klQemF6I/AAAAAAAAAyI/1_LdZ1WH548/s1600-h/mom%27s+house+009.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klQemF6I/AAAAAAAAAyI/1_LdZ1WH548/s320/mom%27s+house+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341027905581750178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie with a bike helmet on that is a few sizes too big. She could hardly hold her head up. We went on a few bike rides at my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klivWDwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6drQcJWY6B4/s1600-h/mom%27s+house+015.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klivWDwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6drQcJWY6B4/s320/mom%27s+house+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341027910483840770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie rode the horse about everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klxzSg9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/A8zrnXmP2eQ/s1600-h/mom%27s+house+013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klxzSg9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/A8zrnXmP2eQ/s320/mom%27s+house+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341027914526917586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Children's museum, this is Josie shopping at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8mj5pSY6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/VyqT1JCkC8s/s1600-h/mom%27s+house+029.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8mj5pSY6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/VyqT1JCkC8s/s320/mom%27s+house+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341030081295967138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie on Mothers day...she's pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8mjeZ7_hI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YqmsKv8n__A/s1600-h/mom%27s+house+023.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8mjeZ7_hI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YqmsKv8n__A/s320/mom%27s+house+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341030073983827474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Clint got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8nFughOnI/AAAAAAAAAyw/kbI3gvOqATY/s1600-h/mom%27s+house+031.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8nFughOnI/AAAAAAAAAyw/kbI3gvOqATY/s320/mom%27s+house+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341030662421953138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell it's been a pretty crazy but fun month. It's hard that we don't really know anyone around here and Josie is really missing her friends so hopefully we will get to know some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8268017810975461943?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8268017810975461943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8268017810975461943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8268017810975461943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8268017810975461943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-happenings.html' title='MAY HAPPENINGS'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/Sh8klQemF6I/AAAAAAAAAyI/1_LdZ1WH548/s72-c/mom%27s+house+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8498686981685340824</id><published>2009-05-20T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:19:24.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S ABOUT TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ShRXrh5HoiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/sB74ipMAOe8/s1600-h/865543%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ShRXrh5HoiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/sB74ipMAOe8/s320/865543%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337987863684817442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the keys to our house. WOOHOO!!! Only a month late but I guess it could have been worse...I'm not sure how but I'm trying to be positive. I just am glad that we are going to be getting to clean our house, put in new carpet and move on with our lives. I hate feeling like I'm living in limbo. It's been nice to hang out with my parents these past few weeks but it will be nice to have our own home again. I just hope I'll have enough energy to do everything that I need to get done. Josie will have a hard time moving away from my mom, she's become very attached. I hope it won't be too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on the pregnancy...I'm still weak and sick to my stomach pretty much 24/7 but I think when this first trimester is over it will get better. At least that is how it was with Josie. I threw-up last night and Josie was so worried about me, she started crying. Luckily my mom was there to explain that the baby was making me sick and she was ok after I told her I would be ok. She's so sensitive and caring towards every ones feelings. She's so cute.  Josie's been calling me Melnee/Mommy.  I guess she hears my mom say my name all the time so she just caught on.  It's so cute and grown-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8498686981685340824?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8498686981685340824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8498686981685340824' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8498686981685340824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8498686981685340824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-time.html' title='IT&quot;S ABOUT TIME!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ShRXrh5HoiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/sB74ipMAOe8/s72-c/865543%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-9180305936165926850</id><published>2009-05-12T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:23:22.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Moment...</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day compared to the last five. I was able to have so much more energy and I was able to stand up without being nauseous. The joys of being pregnant. Well I felt good enough to go on a bike ride with Josie and Elliot. My pregnant mind was at its best tonight. Right before we left I gave Josie a glass of lemonade with some miralax in it. I really didn't even think that it would do anything to her. Right when we got to the slide she grabs her bum and kept saying, "POTTY, POTTY!!!" We were at the elementary school and of coarse it's closed so Elliot takes Josie and starts running over to the church next door. I guess he really didn't want to clean up the mess. Josie at this point kept saying, "mommy, mommy?" She just didn't understand that we had to get to a bathroom asap... she seemed so scared...safe to say she got to the potty. So this is my first pregnancy moment and I'm sure won't be my last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-9180305936165926850?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/9180305936165926850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=9180305936165926850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/9180305936165926850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/9180305936165926850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-good-day-compared-to-last.html' title='Pregnancy Moment...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4381749534297588708</id><published>2009-05-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:33:12.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm!</title><content type='html'>Ok, for some reason my old e-mail address is working now. Thanks to everyone who gave me there e-mail addresses but it was a false alarm everyone go back to my old address mdeck25@msn.com. Thanks Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4381749534297588708?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4381749534297588708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4381749534297588708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4381749534297588708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4381749534297588708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8899754173533231754</id><published>2009-05-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:03:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>My msn e-mail account stopped working for some reason and so I need all of my friends and families e-mails all over. Please e-mail me asap at mdeck25@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8899754173533231754?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8899754173533231754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8899754173533231754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8899754173533231754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8899754173533231754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8669179579322230580</id><published>2009-05-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:25:29.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with a two year old</title><content type='html'>Lets see where to start...we finally moved but not to our home as you all now. We just got a call from our realtor and the seller is going to move back the closing date yet again. Who knows if we will ever move. Were shooting for next Friday but I don't think they'll keep that date either. It's been nice to be at my mom's...I've been really tired and I've had hardly any energy. It's been great to have a few more hands to help out with Josie. I've been tempted to awnser their home phone by saying, "this is Braewood apartments, this is Melanie." I seriously have to think about it before I anwser the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day yesterday I was able to do my cousins hair, take a nap and go shopping at Target. I felt so free!!! The only thing that went a little wrong...Josie accidentally ate a penny. She was pretending to drink from a cup and then some how she put some coins in the cup and then she again pretended to drink from it. That's when my mom heard choking. Hopefully it will pass...that's what the doctor said to me. I guess if their not too worried then I shouldn't be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The binky is totally gone and sometimes I think I miss it more than she does. She talks alot more these days. Her favorite phrases are, "What's dat?", "WHY?", "Puppy stay." (she says that to my parents dog all day.), and "Meow?" (she wants to play with the neighbors cat all day long, we have to tell her that its asleep a lot.) She has such a fun personality I just love this little girl. Oh ya...she also says my baby, "my baby?" and she lifts up her shirt. She's kind of getting the baby thing but then she said, "daddy baby" so I guess not so much.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SgCR_19DayI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ep_hpQdjkRk/s1600-h/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+005.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SgCR_19DayI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ep_hpQdjkRk/s320/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332422484807609122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8669179579322230580?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8669179579322230580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8669179579322230580' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8669179579322230580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8669179579322230580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-with-two-year-old.html' title='Life with a two year old'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SgCR_19DayI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ep_hpQdjkRk/s72-c/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1589799565583956916</id><published>2009-05-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:14:07.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long OLD Friend....</title><content type='html'>Last night Elliot and I were talking about how we were going to get rid of Josie's binky and I told him we should just throw them away. Josie then took out her binky and put it in the garbage. Elliot and I started clapping and saying YAY!!! The Binky is officially gone....she did want to take it out of the garbage a couple of times but we wouldn't let her and she just lost it. She just wouldn't calm down, when she works herself up so much she throws-up and in this case it wasn't any different. I didn't have a bucket near by so she threw up mostly in my hand. She finally got a hold of herself and drank some water and watched Incredibles with her new comforter the orange care bear...I just hope this will help her move on. We all had a pretty rough night last night she kept waking up wanting her binky but I just kept ignoring her. She had some milk and some water to get her back to sleep but every hour waking up sure isn't fun...I feel like I have a new born again. Speaking of newborns &lt;strong&gt;I'M PREGNANT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm due December 21st, my poor kids have to have there birthdays so close to Christmas. Hopefully this one will come two weeks early like Josie did. I'm not feeling sick right now but I'm only 6 weeks a long. I'm just tired and hungry. So wish us luck with all these new and exciting changes we are going through in our little family...no binky, new baby and a new house. WOOHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1589799565583956916?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1589799565583956916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1589799565583956916' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1589799565583956916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1589799565583956916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long-old-friend.html' title='So Long OLD Friend....'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3445965096155730407</id><published>2009-04-24T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:25:21.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bank of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYE3C2tHCUg/SfIDyL0_0_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/J_hHF29SK70/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328325469836137458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYE3C2tHCUg/SfIDyL0_0_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/J_hHF29SK70/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house we are buying was foreclosed on and is owned by the bank of new york. They have been absolutely ridiculous to work with. Normally when you put an offer on a house you find out in a couple of days whether it was accepted or not. It took us 3 weeks to even hear back from them. They accepted our offer and we set a closing date for today, the 24th of April. Well, once again they have dropped the ball. They sent the wrong closing paperwork, and state that they cannot get us the right paperwork for 2 weeks or so because they are in the process of moving offices. I think it is a load of crap. This is no small bank we are dealing with. Here's a pic of their gold vault&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328321993728900946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYE3C2tHCUg/SfIAn2Ucv1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/3C1-num0xLk/s320/gold01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our realtor says that all they'd have to do is go to Office Depot and get a generic Power of Attorney form, complete it by hand and fax it to us and then we'd be able to close on the house and move in. Unfortunately, we can't even communicate with the bank. Our realtor calls the title company who calls their title company who calls a third party who calls the bank. Ridiculous huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie and I are faced with the dilemma now of what to do with all of our belongings and where to live while we wait for this bank to get their ducks in a row. They are sure good at stacking gold in rows. Too bad they can't send a simple fax to complete a business deal. No wonder our country's banks are failing, along with the real estate sector. I hate when corporate America takes advantage of the little guy. Thanks for letting me vent. &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/3852577264779616104-3445965096155730407?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3445965096155730407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3445965096155730407' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3445965096155730407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3445965096155730407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/04/bank-of-new-york.html' title='The Bank of New York'/><author><name>Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865933679800458170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BYE3C2tHCUg/SfIDyL0_0_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/J_hHF29SK70/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3207220260086217295</id><published>2009-04-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:27:52.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My conversations with my little Josie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie: "Momma girl, Dosie girl."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Your right Josie, what's daddy."&lt;br /&gt;Josie: "Bo. (aka boy)"&lt;br /&gt;I love that she's understanding so much more...she's not calling everyone a guy now.&lt;br /&gt;Josie:"Wing Momma?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sorry Josie it's Dark out side."&lt;br /&gt;then she goes to her daddy and explains...&lt;br /&gt;Josie:"Daddy, dar." (aka daddy dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish you could see Josie's facial expressions she gets this worried look when she's really into the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3207220260086217295?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3207220260086217295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3207220260086217295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3207220260086217295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3207220260086217295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-conversations-with-my-little-josie.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4387711500097850255</id><published>2009-04-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:55:22.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and so much more.</title><content type='html'>This past week was so much fun. We did so much with our family. We had an Easter egg hunt at my aunts house. Josie loved it. Monday we went to the children's museum with all of my sister's and all of the 6 grand kids....They loved it. We ended up getting a six month pass because it was cheaper than just paying for only one time. If anyone want to go with me for free you are more than welcome to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been getting over colds at our house thank heavens it didn't turn into anything that needed antibiotics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot with cousins this week and she is so sad that they had to go home. Josie still needs to learn to share. She had a hard time doing that especially with her little cousin Riley. In one incident in particular Josie wouldn't give her the grocery cart and I think Riley was sick of it....She ended up biting her. Needless to say Josie was terrified of her for the last few days. She would show me her bite marks and say, "ry, no bite." We kept telling her that she wouldn't bite her anymore. So today I found her putting her pound puppy stuffed animal in her room for time out because the stuffed animal bit her. Boy do they remember everything at this age. She's so funny what she comes up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to Ikea and all I can say is I hate those stupid shopping carts...they have get those fixed. We also dyed Easter eggs Josie was so sad that it had to come to an end. On Saturday Elliot and I tended my two nieces with my parents and went to Wheeler Farm, They loved the bouncy houses and all the animals but they didn't like the live Easter bunny walking around. She wouldn't get near the Rabbit. Here are some pictures of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOinO6FO_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WfqH-Zjc4xs/s1600-h/easter+007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOinO6FO_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WfqH-Zjc4xs/s320/easter+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324277979382365170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad and Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOim2JFjXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4jiVsl11pWE/s1600-h/easter+004.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOim2JFjXI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4jiVsl11pWE/s320/easter+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324277972734414194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as close as we could get to the bunny. Josie wouldn't stop crying for such a long time and kept saying "No BUNNY!!!" It's official she is terrified of Santa and the Easter Bunny. I hope she grows out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOimnyO2jI/AAAAAAAAAxA/okWX9424rAI/s1600-h/easter+003.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOimnyO2jI/AAAAAAAAAxA/okWX9424rAI/s320/easter+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324277968880458290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was great Josie loved everything that she got. I know I went over board but those silly dollar bins get me every time.&lt;br /&gt;Josie with her new sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOj-fZ1BuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Qn1s1D_86nQ/s1600-h/easter+011.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOj-fZ1BuI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Qn1s1D_86nQ/s320/easter+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279478459107042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOj-Gm87JI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Gp-s-zCvGNM/s1600-h/easter+009.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOj-Gm87JI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Gp-s-zCvGNM/s320/easter+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279471803264146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to my parents for dinner it was wonderful...I loved all the home cooking and it always taste better when you don't have to cook it, right? Thanks again mom it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Updates on the house....we still haven't moved, not until May 1st and 2nd. We close on the 24th of April but can't move in until a week after that due to a wedding on the 25th. I am so excited and nervous to start all over but I'm so excited to decorate my own home. I'll show pictures when were all done. I hope everyone had a great week and thanks again steph for coming to visit. We miss you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4387711500097850255?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4387711500097850255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4387711500097850255' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4387711500097850255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4387711500097850255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-so-much-more.html' title='Easter and so much more.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SeOinO6FO_I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WfqH-Zjc4xs/s72-c/easter+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7662248337974809820</id><published>2009-04-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:33:38.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WE'VE BEEN UP TO.</title><content type='html'>Josie and all her friends jumping in the bouncy house. She was so brave, she didn't even care that I was there. She loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgDXV0FmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2e6MiNAc0GY/s1600-h/099.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgDXV0FmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2e6MiNAc0GY/s320/099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322093733078111842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, Jocelyn and I at the bottom of the slide.  They really didn't care that I was there to help them. They could have done it all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgDIpUA2I/AAAAAAAAAws/bt3ZRE7lLys/s1600-h/104.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgDIpUA2I/AAAAAAAAAws/bt3ZRE7lLys/s320/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322093729133364066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked up all these stairs all by themselves...Aren't they such big GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgCgu333I/AAAAAAAAAwk/8i-LNWI_NKs/s1600-h/107.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgCgu333I/AAAAAAAAAwk/8i-LNWI_NKs/s320/107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322093718419267442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and Jocelyn at a friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXmV_o1LI/AAAAAAAAAwc/iFTvCOnIk14/s1600-h/110.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXmV_o1LI/AAAAAAAAAwc/iFTvCOnIk14/s320/110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322084438407435442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and her grown up hair do...I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXmcbgeGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HdCLlPsKKjE/s1600-h/116.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXmcbgeGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HdCLlPsKKjE/s320/116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322084440134940770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie, Brooklyn and Allison...Josie loves hanging out with all the older girls. I think sometimes she thinks she's five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXmBxug3I/AAAAAAAAAwM/6pNYB3FlGac/s1600-h/124.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXmBxug3I/AAAAAAAAAwM/6pNYB3FlGac/s320/124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322084432980378482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 6 Grand kids in the helicopter at the children's museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXlwfVlXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ko1p4_i1yus/s1600-h/129.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXlwfVlXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ko1p4_i1yus/s320/129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322084428339844466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn, Steph and Riley came to visit for a whole week. WOOHOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXlrRgN8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/oX2CZ5IEso8/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvXlrRgN8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/oX2CZ5IEso8/s320/138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322084426939643842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7662248337974809820?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7662248337974809820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7662248337974809820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7662248337974809820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7662248337974809820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='WHAT WE&apos;VE BEEN UP TO.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdvgDXV0FmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2e6MiNAc0GY/s72-c/099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-293564876344243545</id><published>2009-03-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:15:48.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdUAzWXybQI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0g4Rtkjx0zE/s1600-h/Decker+pics+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdUAzWXybQI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0g4Rtkjx0zE/s320/Decker+pics+134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320159416986791170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my little brother turns 20! Can you believe it the big 2-0. I am so proud of my little brother he has became such an amazing young man. He is up at Utah State going to school. Ryan I'm sorry that I dressed you up like a little girl when we were little....you were a good sport though. I'm sorry that I wouldn't let you play with us when I had friends over. Ok I feel a little guilty for being such a mean sister. Our relationship has blossomed in the past few years. We can talk about mostly anything and everything. He's the funniest person ever and the smartest; especially when it comes to technology. Love you brother and I hope you have a wonderful Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-293564876344243545?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/293564876344243545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=293564876344243545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/293564876344243545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/293564876344243545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-ryan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SdUAzWXybQI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0g4Rtkjx0zE/s72-c/Decker+pics+134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3301666764546359557</id><published>2009-03-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:52:38.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Moments.</title><content type='html'>Drum roll please......The bank accepted our offer on the townhouse. Were moving! I have so many emotions going through my head, I don't know where to start. I'm so excited to be moving so I don't have to do this job anymore. The job is getting old but it wasn't all bad. I really need to have a more positive attitude about things. I learned a lot from this job...I'm so much better at talking on the phone and explaining myself to people. I've learned to keep my house pretty clean. I think I've learned a lot of skill from this job that will help me out later in life. I'm sad to move because I have so many GREAT friends that live by me. I wish they could all just move with me. I really love our ward even if I am stuck in the nursery. So many great people. I hope our next ward will be as good. We hope later on in life to rent out the house and make a profit but that's later on in life. &lt;br /&gt;Other bitter sweet moments....I'm not prego and its becoming pretty discouraging. I guess we have been trying for about 7 months and nothing. I shouldn't be surprised because it took two miscarriages and 10 months to get Josie. Maybe it was due to stress. I hope after all this stuff with the house is over we will be able to add to our little family. I really shouldn't complain because I have a kid. I guess I just needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the house, We hope to close on April 24th but I hope sooner so we can paint and clean the place really good.&lt;br /&gt;The front view of the townhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPVHJdZolI/AAAAAAAAAu8/X7TXO9Lz3Fo/s1600-h/865543%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPVHJdZolI/AAAAAAAAAu8/X7TXO9Lz3Fo/s320/865543%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326304002351698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPWDe8SltI/AAAAAAAAAvM/VBZVPqw54jI/s1600-h/865543_6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPWDe8SltI/AAAAAAAAAvM/VBZVPqw54jI/s320/865543_6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327340561209042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPWDgLvqDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/t0eMtw6Xh44/s1600-h/865543_4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPWDgLvqDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/t0eMtw6Xh44/s320/865543_4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327340894464050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master bedroom, it looks small in this picture but its pretty big and has vaulted ceiling with a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPWDcSuIRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xUDwi7nPikI/s1600-h/865543_3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPWDcSuIRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/xUDwi7nPikI/s320/865543_3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315327339849982226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bathrooms upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPVHn0qPaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/IzyJV8VVmyw/s1600-h/865543_2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPVHn0qPaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/IzyJV8VVmyw/s320/865543_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315326312152972706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also is an unfinished basement and two other bedrooms upstairs. It was built in 1997 and is almost 2000 sq feet. Enjoy the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3301666764546359557?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3301666764546359557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3301666764546359557' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3301666764546359557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3301666764546359557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitter-sweet-moments.html' title='Bitter Sweet Moments.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/ScPVHJdZolI/AAAAAAAAAu8/X7TXO9Lz3Fo/s72-c/865543%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-9024156802627346778</id><published>2009-03-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:38:06.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>I know you all have been wondering if we are going to move or not. I'm wondering the same thing. We put an offer in on a town house in Taylorsville, but it's bank owned. They are taking forever to get back to us. They also have another offer,on our place so we don't know if we bid lower than them or higher than them. I hate the waiting game. I'm not a patient person, I like to get things done and over with. I'll let you know if anything happens this week but don't hold your breath, I'm not. If we don't get the townhouse we think we just going to move to number 16 because they are moving out by the end of the month and it would be the easiest move we've ever done since we live in 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun updates on Josie...she is talking so much lately. Sometimes I wonder why I wanted her to talk so bad. No it really is fun. Her favorite people lately are Boppa, Nanny, Baby (any kid that is younger than her or most of the time it means Brayden or Kaleb), Mommy, Daddy and Guy (aka's ben). She has been testing her limits lately. The other day she drew all over my desk, bumbo, my desk chair and then she came running out and drew on my rocking chair. I was furious. I hurry and cleaned it up before any damage was done. I guess I was on the phone to long and she obviously wanted my attention. She sat in the corner for a long time that day. Time out really works on her for some reason...I'm glad something does. On Saturday we went house hunting again. There was a swing set at the last place. Josie kept saying, "wing, wing." We had to take her to it. Right after she did the slide again she said,"Poopoo, Poopooo." Before I could even do anything about it Josie let loose. She Peed like a gallon all over the swing set. Luckily it wasn't on the slide or the swing it was on the grate landing part where you go on to the slide. I hope that makes sense. Elliot was pretty mad but she just holds it too long sometimes. She was mad that we had to leave but luckily I had an extra pull up in the car. She still has her Binky...I've pretty much given up on that. Schools going good. I'm kind of sick of working out but I'm glad I do it. It really gives me an appetite and more energy.&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago we went to the zoo with my Sister Michelle, Ben and Brayden.  Josie and Brayden loved it.  I thought the gorilla's were so weird...it almost looked like a human dress up in a gorilla suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwREhhv0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/GDUjzxSkCyQ/s1600-h/132.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwREhhv0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/GDUjzxSkCyQ/s320/132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852561662754626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwQ3RAlHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Q8aFb50pjdo/s1600-h/131.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwQ3RAlHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Q8aFb50pjdo/s320/131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852558103811186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and the giraff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwSibJp8I/AAAAAAAAAus/0KWA3n6Birc/s1600-h/113.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwSibJp8I/AAAAAAAAAus/0KWA3n6Birc/s320/113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852586868942786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and her Grandma Lisa playing the piano. What a cheese ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPzaETcfII/AAAAAAAAAu0/5n566syAfJE/s1600-h/106.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPzaETcfII/AAAAAAAAAu0/5n566syAfJE/s320/106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310856014757395586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and I at Braza Grill on Valentines Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-9024156802627346778?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/9024156802627346778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=9024156802627346778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/9024156802627346778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/9024156802627346778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life.html' title='MY LIFE'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SbPwREhhv0I/AAAAAAAAAuU/GDUjzxSkCyQ/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6878898737684745913</id><published>2009-03-01T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:20:22.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosie Wing...AKA Josie Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SarP-_cBwnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/d6FsL3bQjoU/s1600-h/221.jpg"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SarP-_cBwnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/d6FsL3bQjoU/s320/221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308283791897379442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SarP-UqBxBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Ok-Dy8vkXLE/s1600-h/211.jpg"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SarP-UqBxBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Ok-Dy8vkXLE/s320/211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308283780413375506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out at the playground this past week and my friend Melissa came out and took some wonderful pictures of Josie...I'll have to show you the ones I took that day. They really don't compare. Thanks Melissa for capturing such special memories for me. Enjoy the cute pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6878898737684745913?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6878898737684745913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6878898737684745913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6878898737684745913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6878898737684745913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-were-out-at-playground-this-past.html' title='Dosie Wing...AKA Josie Swing'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SarP-_cBwnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/d6FsL3bQjoU/s72-c/221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-144207920234322472</id><published>2009-02-25T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:25:28.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING OR NOT?</title><content type='html'>I have a question for all of my reader out there....I am sick of my managing job and I just don't know what to do. Should I stay or should I go. If I want to be out by the end of March I need to give notice by March 1st. Another question should I stay in the same complex and just move to another apartment (for the third time) or should I look for some where else to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Rent&lt;br /&gt;Save for a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con's&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay home all day. 10-6pm&lt;br /&gt;I have to get ready everyday. Some days I just want to stay in my sweatpants and do stuff around the house.&lt;br /&gt;I have to have my house cleaned and ready to open by 10AM every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go and do what I want when I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've made up my mind up but I just need some second opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-144207920234322472?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/144207920234322472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=144207920234322472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/144207920234322472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/144207920234322472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving-or-not.html' title='MOVING OR NOT?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-323343498888932940</id><published>2009-02-15T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:07:31.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Silly Elliot</title><content type='html'>You all might think I'm an evil wife or mean but lately I've been so sick of cleaning up after Elliot. I've been putting all of his trash that he doesn't throw away in his shoes. For example his popsicle sticks and string cheese wrappers. I asked him after about two week of doing this if he noticed anything in his shoes. He said yes and that no words were needed he got the clue. So the other day he came home from work and he was taking off his shoes and pulls out a popsicle stick along with his foot. I was laughing so hard. I asked him you didn't notice that all day. He said his foot kind hurt when he walked but he didn't do anything about it. I hope he has learned his lesson. HA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-323343498888932940?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/323343498888932940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=323343498888932940' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/323343498888932940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/323343498888932940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-silly-elliot.html' title='My Silly Elliot'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4883103904149130906</id><published>2009-02-06T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:34:01.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work and Josie at 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle home'/><title type='text'>So Much to Blog about...</title><content type='html'>This week has been so fun and exhausting. My sister Michelle came home from China. I was so excited to see her I tried to keep myself busy all day but it was pretty hard. We finally were able to get to the airport at 6:15pm there flight came in at 6:21 we were just in time to see them. I made a huge Welcome Home sign... kind of silly but Michelle and Ben loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYykQp7PlkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/s32iPAKxA_g/s1600-h/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYykQp7PlkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/s32iPAKxA_g/s320/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299791467547432514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYykQYY4hrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nl3sFTPSJoE/s1600-h/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYykQYY4hrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nl3sFTPSJoE/s320/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299791462839912114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun having them home. I love having one of my sister's living close by. &lt;strong&gt;WELCOME HOME MICHELLE, BEN and BRAYDEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened last Monday but it was so weird I still don't know what to think. I went to go and put the open sign up on my door and I saw this taped to my door...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYyk-B7YWhI/AAAAAAAAAts/O8UtewxwHsE/s1600-h/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYyk-B7YWhI/AAAAAAAAAts/O8UtewxwHsE/s320/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299792247084571154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You might have to enlarge it to read this creepy note. I was pretty freaked out so I called my boss and she came over and called the cops but they didn't seem to be very worried about it. So I offered to bring them the letter so they could do finger prints on it. I still haven't heard anything from them. Who knows it could have been some stoner or they just put it on the wrong door. It still creeps me out and I'm a little more paranoid when I come home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK!!! &lt;/strong&gt;So I have some dilemmas in my life...I'm sick of work and always having to be home so should I just move to another apartment in the same complex or should I move to a whole new area? I just can't decide. We love our ward and all the friends we've made but I just can't take it anymore. Any suggestions are greatly appriciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH JOSIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYysN30E8iI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KarsxtG9Wf4/s1600-h/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+001.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYysN30E8iI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KarsxtG9Wf4/s320/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299800215828886050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie has been really fun lately. She just had her 2 year old appointment and she weighs 27 lbs and is inches tall. She's in the 96% for height and 50% for weight. I hated taking her for her shots she was being such a good girl all day and she had no idea that it was coming. Poor girl, she held my hand all the way home while I was driving good thing she fell a sleep. She's so funny she has been putting two word sentences together. This is what she'll say, "Nanny? Work." "Daddy? Ball." or "Oh Mommy." "Oh Dosie." I love that she can say her own name. She could watch Disney Movies all day long if I let her. I can't wait for the weather to get warm so all us girls can hang out at the swing set with our kids again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4883103904149130906?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4883103904149130906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4883103904149130906' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4883103904149130906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4883103904149130906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-to-blog-about.html' title='So Much to Blog about...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SYykQp7PlkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/s32iPAKxA_g/s72-c/temple+and+michelle+coming+home+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1796506807660106262</id><published>2009-01-30T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:14:47.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Auditions</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to you tube. Since American idols been doing these auditions, I wanted to look up previous American Idol first auditions.  So Here They are... hope you enjoy them as much as I did. (I know I really don't have much to do these days being stuck in my house due to work and bad weather)&lt;br /&gt;1.Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LZ8-7gaV6U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LZ8-7gaV6U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I couldn't find Ruben Studdard's audtion so you can look it up yourselves. HA!&lt;br /&gt;3. Fantasia Berrino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeFqRQYvP_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XeFqRQYvP_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG3SYPzCEWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG3SYPzCEWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Chris Daughtry I know he didn't win but he should have and I hate Taylor Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbyOmM1fZ_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbyOmM1fZ_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9s8T2ILLzBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9s8T2ILLzBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta You know I had to put his on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eE9lRnAZvm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eE9lRnAZvm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KB7OiW-yqBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KB7OiW-yqBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me which one you liked the best. It will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1796506807660106262?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1796506807660106262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1796506807660106262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1796506807660106262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1796506807660106262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-idol-auditions.html' title='American Idol Auditions'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8906740709351578341</id><published>2009-01-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:34:33.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I do it.</title><content type='html'>This clip from Friends is how I totally feel about my aerobics class today. She did all of these different combinations that I just couldn't get a grasp on. I feel like Monica in this clip. I hope it makes everyone laugh as hard as it did me.  I hope you can imagine me doing my aerobics steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipsgYiyTpNc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipsgYiyTpNc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8906740709351578341?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8906740709351578341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8906740709351578341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8906740709351578341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8906740709351578341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-how-i-do-it.html' title='This is how I do it.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7976623488497123661</id><published>2009-01-17T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:50:06.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My legs hurt."</title><content type='html'>Life can be exciting depending on how you choose to spend your time. I've been confused on what to do now that the holidays were over and all my family went back to their normal day to day routines. What now? or What next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go back to school and finish my associates. I only have 4 credits after this semester is over. I only have electives left so I decide to take some fun classes. I'm taking an aerobics 1/ step class I know what your thinking "Melanie you have no rhythm how are you going to get through this class." I thought the same thing but I'm actually really liking it.(I didn't say I'm good at it.) My good friend Megan Jorgensen is taking it with me. I'm so glad that she's doing it with me. It's so much more fun to work out with a buddy. We've worked out 3 days this week, 2 in class and once on our own. Today, Saturday we went to the gym and I am so sore. My legs haven't been this sore for so long. At least I know I'm getting a work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking a beginning sewing class one day a week. My first class was on Thursday and I thought class was at 6:30 not 6pm. So I was late for my first class. Then I sat in gum, it was a great first class. I wasn't sure if I was going to stay in that class but I think it will be good in the end because I will learn some useful information like putting in a zipper, button holes... you know the basics. Thank heavens SLCC does night classes or I wouldn't do it.  Elliot is able to take care of Josie while I'm at class it's great to have a supportive husband.  Thanks babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7976623488497123661?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7976623488497123661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7976623488497123661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7976623488497123661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7976623488497123661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-legs-hurt.html' title='&quot;My legs hurt.&quot;'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6956347470347686766</id><published>2009-01-13T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:02:14.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you excited?</title><content type='html'>Is anyone excited for &lt;strong&gt;American Idol &lt;/strong&gt;to start? I sure am... I'm still a little bitter about the result of last years American Idol.  But I still want to watch it this year.  I never watch the first few weeks due to dumb singers.  I just fast forward to the good singers.  Hopefully we have a good top ten like we did last year. At least David Archuleta is doing well with his career.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SW0PC8Oyg9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/smY-H54QpWs/s1600-h/david%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SW0PC8Oyg9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/smY-H54QpWs/s320/david%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290901680432514002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6956347470347686766?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6956347470347686766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6956347470347686766' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6956347470347686766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6956347470347686766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-excited.html' title='Are you excited?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SW0PC8Oyg9I/AAAAAAAAAs8/smY-H54QpWs/s72-c/david%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-53712282240244905</id><published>2009-01-09T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:55:09.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two...already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWenndfKl6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/i_5WSm0Q5Eg/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+016.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWenndfKl6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/i_5WSm0Q5Eg/s320/josie%27s+bday2+016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289380583742019490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie so excited to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Josie turned two on January 3rd, 2008.  It was a fun and relaxing day.  We decided to take her to Madagascar Escape 2 Africa.  It was her first movie in the movie theater's.  (With exception of Indiana Jones but she fell asleep)  She loves the first Madagascar, who know's how many times she's watched it.  My Parents met Elliot and I at the theaters.  Josie was so excited to see her grandparents.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWenHTrNNnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wtp0HSc8AGA/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWenHTrNNnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wtp0HSc8AGA/s320/josie%27s+bday2+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289380031352354418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw the sign to the movie as we were walking into the theater it had a picture of the lion, giraff, hippo and zebra on it and she said, "Rarrrrr???" That means Madagascar.  She was so excited. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWemi073C5I/AAAAAAAAArw/aawnO1crn6g/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+014.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWemi073C5I/AAAAAAAAArw/aawnO1crn6g/s320/josie%27s+bday2+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289379404625415058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was so sick of watching the previews she really wanted to see the movie.  She sat through the whole thing.  I was amazed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWennsmScDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BFwX4b1L8VA/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+015.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWennsmScDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BFwX4b1L8VA/s320/josie%27s+bday2+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289380587798425650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and I waiting for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to lunch and then went to my parents house and had cupcakes and opened presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWeovClgnqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3rGvKAEHLJs/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWeovClgnqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3rGvKAEHLJs/s320/josie%27s+bday2+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289381813471452834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was getting ready to open her cash regester from her parents.  She loves opening presents. What a cheezer. She also got 3 movies toy story 1 &amp; 2 and a cat movie and a few pairs of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWep-ieMOjI/AAAAAAAAAso/rml0wvJismU/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+024.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWep-ieMOjI/AAAAAAAAAso/rml0wvJismU/s320/josie%27s+bday2+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289383179240356402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie got a dolly from grandma and grandpa and she just loved it as you can tell on the expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWeovjLmrsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/BVvVNpiIUIY/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+028.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWeovjLmrsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/BVvVNpiIUIY/s320/josie%27s+bday2+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289381822221168322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie eating the batter to her cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWep--KKqhI/AAAAAAAAAsw/7FQ7CVFKHfM/s1600-h/josie%27s+bday2+034.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWep--KKqhI/AAAAAAAAAsw/7FQ7CVFKHfM/s320/josie%27s+bday2+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289383186672560658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candle with Grandma Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-53712282240244905?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/53712282240244905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=53712282240244905' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/53712282240244905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/53712282240244905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/01/twoalready.html' title='Two...already???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWenndfKl6I/AAAAAAAAAsA/i_5WSm0Q5Eg/s72-c/josie%27s+bday2+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1713491895114461109</id><published>2009-01-05T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:03:21.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWLIfhrxbgI/AAAAAAAAAro/nis_dvwjww0/s1600-h/images%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWLIfhrxbgI/AAAAAAAAAro/nis_dvwjww0/s320/images%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009356429848066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into the bachelor...I thought for sure he was going to win the bachelorette last year but he didn't. He's a single dad who was married but his wife didn't want to be a mom and be married anymore. I don't know who could just leave their child. I just hope he can find love. (I know I sound corny but it's just fun to watch.) I just feel bad for the guy. I don't know if anyone else is excited to see who he picks but I sure am. I know Elliot will make fun of me for writing this but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1713491895114461109?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1713491895114461109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1713491895114461109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1713491895114461109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1713491895114461109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2009/01/bachelor.html' title='The Bachelor'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SWLIfhrxbgI/AAAAAAAAAro/nis_dvwjww0/s72-c/images%5B9%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4535334485008297567</id><published>2008-12-31T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:53:38.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ah8VUuvI/AAAAAAAAArg/DQbk1OmSSto/s1600-h/IMG_7784_2869.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ah8VUuvI/AAAAAAAAArg/DQbk1OmSSto/s320/IMG_7784_2869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286832920501467890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Josie is almost two years old and I wanted to write all the crazy stuff she's been up to before I forgot. This post is a long post, so Beware. It's just for my journaling records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie is so much fun and so silly. She is full of two year old sass(as Melissa would say). But she's turning into a great little friend. At night as the lights are all out she cuddles up to me and whispers in my ear jibber jab as if she was telling me a secret. Then she laughs real hard.  I love it to death. She has such a cute personality. As bad as I want her to sleep in her own bed I love the little moments we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a list of words she can say by the age of 2&lt;br /&gt;Mamma, Mommy, Dadda, Nana(grandma), Boppa (grandpa),NO! More, Mine, Poo poo, Barbie, Baby, Hi, Bye, Hey, good girl, puppy, do (AKA dog)ball, all the animal sounds, blah(AKA elliot's little brother brett, Rarrr (means she want to watch Madagascar its her favorite movie), Me, She pretends to type when she want the computer, she rubs her fingers together when she wants milk. Elliot thinks it looks like she's milking a kitty cat, She can say her name but she's stubborn so she says JOOO with her lips pursed together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves babies and if I say dolly? She is sure to correct me with BABY!!! She loves shoes. She puts her shoes on and comes in and shows us. She's always so proud of herself. She loves trying on my shoes too even when they are on. She makes me take them off so she can try them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to dance especially to David Archuletta, Beyonce or Kanya West. I guess her dad and I play those cd's a lot. She recognizes those songs when they come on the radio. She know not to touch my glasses because she broke them once and I got mad and whenever she finds them she runs them to me and says,"good girl." I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves being naked. Its such a chore to put her clothes on each day. She can pull down her pants and take them off. It's not a good things especially in public. She loves bath's and always hates getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my most favorite person alive.  I love having her as my daughter and I can't wait for all that is in store.  Happy Birthday Josie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bunch of pictures through the 2 years of her life....&lt;br /&gt;Josie a few hours old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5U_wrJW5I/AAAAAAAAApw/nwSaYIS9juY/s1600-h/Decker+pics+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5U_wrJW5I/AAAAAAAAApw/nwSaYIS9juY/s320/Decker+pics+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756466953902994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week old after taking a bath....so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5VAFtK7bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5Dqt1BFxD30/s1600-h/Decker+pics+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5VAFtK7bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5Dqt1BFxD30/s320/Decker+pics+065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756472599539122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5VAaf-R5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/YLoHNS4sWsg/s1600-h/Decker+pics+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5VAaf-R5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/YLoHNS4sWsg/s320/Decker+pics+095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286756478181328786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months old eating rice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5WVtzOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hZv-JLrPqKU/s1600-h/Decker+pics+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5WVtzOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/hZv-JLrPqKU/s320/Decker+pics+162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286757943651222514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to crawl at 4 1/2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5WVhnAyBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TuoaTy_xzvs/s1600-h/Decker+pics+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5WVhnAyBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/TuoaTy_xzvs/s320/Decker+pics+151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286757940378781714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YkYuxQsI/AAAAAAAAArA/wmsGhOFkL7k/s1600-h/029.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YkYuxQsI/AAAAAAAAArA/wmsGhOFkL7k/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760394716693186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie swinging at Liberty Park with her dad while mom took a much needed nap. Josie 5 1/2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YgLiyGdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/IX0l25-Id3Y/s1600-h/Decker+pics+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YgLiyGdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/IX0l25-Id3Y/s320/Decker+pics+177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760322457278930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YjyDmuaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SLm5mw94xns/s1600-h/022.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YjyDmuaI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SLm5mw94xns/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760384335100322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie almost 7 months old with her mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YgcPKCWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/n7fZf--gRqI/s1600-h/Decker+pics+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV5YgcPKCWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/n7fZf--gRqI/s320/Decker+pics+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760326938364258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie at 9 1/2 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ZIunv8CI/AAAAAAAAArI/YgwisNTjaoU/s1600-h/035.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ZIunv8CI/AAAAAAAAArI/YgwisNTjaoU/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286831387812294690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie eating her birthday cake one year from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ZJKk2mXI/AAAAAAAAArY/zmCELiXGm0Y/s1600-h/135.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ZJKk2mXI/AAAAAAAAArY/zmCELiXGm0Y/s320/135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286831395316341106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie's 15th month old pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV0M4t02SbI/AAAAAAAAApo/AXwNz5yGXrk/s1600-h/Josie+15+month+pictures+005.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV0M4t02SbI/AAAAAAAAApo/AXwNz5yGXrk/s320/Josie+15+month+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286395706116295090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You've seen the rest of the months of her first year through out this blog. I hope you enjoyed looking at the pictures as much as I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4535334485008297567?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4535334485008297567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4535334485008297567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4535334485008297567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4535334485008297567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SV6ah8VUuvI/AAAAAAAAArg/DQbk1OmSSto/s72-c/IMG_7784_2869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8226409822777142565</id><published>2008-12-28T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:38:09.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Santa, OH Santa!!!</title><content type='html'>On December 19th Elliot and I took Josie to see Santa at the mall. We went later than we planned so the line was long and we really didn't want to wait if she wasn't going to sit on the man's lap. We asked Josie if she wanted to go see santa today. She was so excited. She kept saying, "HO, HO?" Like where is Santa? We finally got there and Josie did not seem interested at all. She was holding on to Elliot pretty tight. This Santa looked so real. I started to believe again. We just told her to wave at Santa and we will sit on his lap next year. She waved and we went on our way back to our car. On our way back through the crowd she told me, "NO HO HO, NO HO HO." I thought that was so funny. As you can tell in the picture this is as close as we could get her to Santa.&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfamFC7ymI/AAAAAAAAApI/RVOc9r4Fvck/s1600-h/christmas+08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284933035466934882 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfamFC7ymI/AAAAAAAAApI/RVOc9r4Fvck/s320/christmas+08+002.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfaln4KdXI/AAAAAAAAApA/jI2GJ15HD1o/s1600-h/christmas+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284933027637130610 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfaln4KdXI/AAAAAAAAApA/jI2GJ15HD1o/s320/christmas+08+001.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; On Christmas Eve we went to Elliot's aunt and uncle's house for dinner and White elephant gifts. We do this every year. It's always fun to get to know all of elliot's family again. I made 2 banana cream pie's for the party they turned out ok but the whip cream needed more sugar. I need to work on that. For the white elephants gifts elliot brought the wrong present in and so his grandma opened one of Josie's christmas present from "Santa." I was so mad.... I kept telling elliot to go get it but he was so embarrassed he just froze. So I had to be the rude one and tell her that it was josie's gift. (She opened 2 disney movies I had bought her, Nemo and Sword and the Stone. I knew josie really wanted Nemo and I wanted the other one. Disney movies are expensive I couldn't just let her have it. Sorry grandma Evans.)&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfedbCTPyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qxORynio9nY/s1600-h/christmas+08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284937284797546274 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfedbCTPyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qxORynio9nY/s320/christmas+08+005.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Christmas was great fun. We went to Elliot parent's house in Clinton. The whole family was there to spend it together. We ate a huge breakfast provided by his dad. Then we finally opened presents. Josie loved all of her toys. she got some clothes from her grandma and just had to try them on. She's such a little girl. Josie got this toy microphone from grandma lisa she said it was to help her talk more. Such a good idea. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfiaqpXFCI/AAAAAAAAApg/FNSStDKnPSI/s1600-h/christmas+08+019.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfiaqpXFCI/AAAAAAAAApg/FNSStDKnPSI/s320/christmas+08+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284941635494810658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfiaO-KD5I/AAAAAAAAApY/GkJcX8t-YaY/s1600-h/christmas+08+031.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfiaO-KD5I/AAAAAAAAApY/GkJcX8t-YaY/s320/christmas+08+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284941628065845138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family got Rock Band. Lisa Decker said we can check it out every once in a while. It is actually really fun. I was pretty uncoordinated but I did do some singing and I tried to do the drums. Elliot did a bunch of singing but he won't let me post any video.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went down to my parents house for another christmas with my whole family. Well other than Michelle that is China... we missed you Michelle. We ate a wonderful dinner, all the cousin's played, and the gifts were great. Thanks Mom and Dad for such a great Christmas and to my other parents in Clinton. It was such a great Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8226409822777142565?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8226409822777142565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8226409822777142565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8226409822777142565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8226409822777142565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-santa-oh-santa.html' title='OH Santa, OH Santa!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SVfamFC7ymI/AAAAAAAAApI/RVOc9r4Fvck/s72-c/christmas+08+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7143512457519056320</id><published>2008-12-16T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:26:30.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>Let's see where do I begin??? It's been pretty busy lately with the shopping, the sicknesses, the baking, the parties and of course the working. I got most of my shopping done pretty early this year. I bought a lot off line but I haven't received three packages and I'm getting pretty nervous that they won't make it in time for Christmas. CROSS YOUR FINGERS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us have had this head cold off and on for three weeks. Josie seems to have it now with the runny nose but it might be due to teething. She's getting her two year old molars in. Three more to go and she's got all of her baby teeth. I was able to get all of my baking done for the holidays in the second week of December so that was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had that many parties to go to yet. We have most of the family parties closer to Christmas. We have had some ward get together and they have been great. The RS dinner was great but I was only able to stay for the dinner and not the program but I heard it was good. The ward Christmas party was great. We had a good dinner and amazing dessert. We had Cheese Cake. I love Cheese Cake. Then we make Gingerbread houses. Elliot got this crazy idea to make a basketball court/stadium. It turned out pretty good after I made the basketball pole and back board for him. He was so funny he was all I'm going to go look around at the other tables and see what they made.... UH gingerbread houses. He's so silly. But that's why I love him. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKDuSXMBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b9uKNDe2C5Q/s1600-h/009.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKDuSXMBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b9uKNDe2C5Q/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622359661195282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiLG7t6i4I/AAAAAAAAAos/Mab2OxfRkjA/s1600-h/011.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiLG7t6i4I/AAAAAAAAAos/Mab2OxfRkjA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280623514317654914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie in her Christmas dress. I tried to curl her hair but her hair is so thin it doesn't stay curled for very long. I just don't know if I should just cut it short and give her bangs... I just don't know. Any suggestions are welcome. Grow long or go short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to dinner last night with my mom and dad to a Chinese restaurant in SLC. I can't remember the name of it but it was great. They had some gift cards that they needed to use up so they invited us. It was great fun and even better company. Thanks mom and dad for letting us tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiNVVUjQxI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wqXKzUQfbts/s1600-h/015.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiNVVUjQxI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wqXKzUQfbts/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625960732017426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKolKB5OI/AAAAAAAAAok/pkExntSJfcM/s1600-h/017.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKolKB5OI/AAAAAAAAAok/pkExntSJfcM/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622992865486050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie loves to put on my mom's sunglasses and it makes me laugh each time. I think she looks like a blind child. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKoHs0TiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/6jCJ-yyZmss/s1600-h/016.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKoHs0TiI/AAAAAAAAAoc/6jCJ-yyZmss/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280622984958332450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for Christmas.  I love seeing my family and I think it will even be more fun this year because Josie will kind of know what's going on.  I think the only thing that is left on my list to do is to take Josie to see Santa.  We always ask her what Santa says and she say's, "HO, HO, HO."  I just want to see if she will like him or be scared.  I let you guys know what happens.  Happy HOLIDAYS:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7143512457519056320?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7143512457519056320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7143512457519056320' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7143512457519056320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7143512457519056320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-see-where-do-i-begin-its-been.html' title='The Holiday Season'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SUiKDuSXMBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b9uKNDe2C5Q/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8316633412385864685</id><published>2008-12-09T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:13:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss INDEPENDENT!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to say thanks to all of you that was so concerned about Josie. I am proud to say that Josie is doing GREAT! I guess we will never know what was wrong with her. She's going to the bathroom all by herself. She's learned some crazy things in such little amounts of time. She can pull her pants down. A little too well if you ask me. (Megan and Joel know that at first hand). Her new word of the week is ME. She thinks she can just do everything by herself. She likes to dress herself but sometimes it just doesn't work out as well as she planned. She loves shoes. She will try on any pair of shoes if its in her sight. She loves to talk on any phone and even if its not a phone. she will say ....HI Boppa, bye or Hi Nana, bye. Its just so cute. She loves to sing anything and everything. We have to sing to her every night to get her to sleep. The only one that I can think of when I'm so tired is I'm a child of god. Only the first verse, I just keep repeating myself over and over. I know I need to remember the rest of the song. She can say so many words now. I thought she would never start. Now I don't know if she will ever stop. Sorry the video didn't work... I'll try to show you how Josie can talk on the phone another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8316633412385864685?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8316633412385864685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8316633412385864685' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8316633412385864685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8316633412385864685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-independent.html' title='Miss INDEPENDENT!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6700688703924542693</id><published>2008-12-05T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:53:17.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad it's Friday</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty rough on our little family. It all started Friday night when Joise kept having accidents. She would tell me that she needed to go potty but then when it would come out she would say OUCH! I thought she might have a bladder infection. I took her to the doctor on Saturday night and it was so hard to get her to pee. We were able to get a a drop out of her. Only because we bribed her with a Popsicle. The said no bladder infection and just give her baths. I was so frustrated... She wouldn't even stay in the bath long enough for it to do something. I hate going to the doctor and feeling so dumb when you leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week I had to deal with Josie telling me she had to pee and she wouldn't sit on that darn potty. Tuesday she threw up on me. I don't know if she was just upset because I was trying to get her to take a nap or if she was actually sick. I had to take a shower due to all the throw up all over me. Elliot held her in the bathroom while I was singing in the shower and she fell asleep. Thank Heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and Elliot gave her a blessing that night. I'm so grateful for the priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;That night Josie threw up on me again. She kept telling me she had to go potty but I thought she was stalling because it was time for bed. So I take her and of coarse she won't go on the potty. She's sitting on my lap with a pull up on and starts peeing. (Pull ups aren't made for a lot of pee.) At that same moment she starts throwing up all over me again. Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday comes around and nothing had changed. I decided to take her to the pediatrician and see if they could figure out was wrong. The doctor had to get a urine sample and Josie would just not do it. We tried everything. We decide to try the cathater. I really didn't want to do this but there was no other way. The nurse just scared the pee out of her. THANK GOODNESS!!! But again the test came out negative. What the heck. I was so mad. They had no answers. After all those doctors appointments we found nothing but 40$ less in my bank account. I hate copays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday she was pretty much a pill all day. Elliot was so funny... he just didn't get why she was acting so needy. I told him because she's sick and I told him that is exactly the same way you act when you are sick. Husbands are so silly. But at least she did take a good nap. She was pretty happy the rest of the night and she just wanted to keep talking to me all night long and sing. She loves to sing. It's so stinking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she finally went pee in the potty. I was so excited, I was screaming and hugging her. She seemed pretty excited to. She wanted to tell boppa (grandpa) and Nana (Grandma)and of coarse Dadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has a stuffy nose but I can deal with that so much better than all the pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't ever know when it's time to take her to the doctor. My sister always says your mothering instinct will tell you. But I just don't know some times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6700688703924542693?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6700688703924542693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6700688703924542693' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6700688703924542693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6700688703924542693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-glad-its-friday.html' title='I&apos;m so glad it&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4887081224546528893</id><published>2008-12-01T10:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:53:52.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun</title><content type='html'>We spent Thanksgiving at my parents house this year. You know how it is when you get married you have to be fare and separate your holidays every other year at each others parents houses. I'm glad I have good in-laws or it wouldn't be fun separating the holidays. We will be going to Elliot's families for Christmas. It turned out good because my whole family was there except for my sister Michelle's family because they are in China. We missed you Michelle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQqaMWToFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/18MBXdi0940/s1600-h/thanksgiving+002.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQqaMWToFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/18MBXdi0940/s320/thanksgiving+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274887693037445202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the gang at thanksgiving. I think the boys and my mom were all taking a nap. We had to eat some pie before us girls left to the Movie TWILIGHT. I didn't read the book but the rest of the girls had. Every time I started the book I would get interrupted either by the phone, someone at my door or Josie wanting to go to the bathroom. I just gave up. The movie was pretty good. Low budget, but what do you expect when the movie takes place in high school. It was fun to go out with just the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQu2K1lvcI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0ZkrNdnp1_c/s1600-h/thanksgiving+003.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQu2K1lvcI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0ZkrNdnp1_c/s320/thanksgiving+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274892571714633154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and I were so excited to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great. I ate so much. I made my first pie, well I helped my sister steph make my first pie. It did turn out really good. Almost as good as my mother in laws banana cream pie. My favorite part about thanksgiving is all the different kinds of pies. I think we had about 9 different kinds. Mom thanks for the wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQx-v5l5EI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VzccnNMHirk/s1600-h/thanksgiving+004.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQx-v5l5EI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VzccnNMHirk/s320/thanksgiving+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274896017637368898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Karen was able to come from Vegas and spend Thanksgiving with us, it was such a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we were able to go and do a session on the Bountiful Temple. It was a good refresher. I need to make that a goal to go at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Josie and I weren't feeling so good. I think Josie and I caught a cold. I absolutely HATE being sick. It is a huge waste of my time. Mom's aren't suppose to get sick right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great Holiday and I was so happy to spend time with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4887081224546528893?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4887081224546528893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4887081224546528893' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4887081224546528893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4887081224546528893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/STQqaMWToFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/18MBXdi0940/s72-c/thanksgiving+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3125536432809637432</id><published>2008-11-23T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:56:40.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Friday my cousin Jenny got married in the Salt Lake Temple to Tanner Bennion. It was such an amazing and long day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmJ3VsMDnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KRodnCmRM68/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+008.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmJ3VsMDnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KRodnCmRM68/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271896422622170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I went down to Orem and stayed with Jenny so I would be there in the morning to do her hair. It was very hard to get down there because Josie was not acting like herself at all. She is usually such a very good girl. She wouldn't take anything, Milk...NO, Food...NO, and not even her Binky. Finally after an hour of crying I finally asked Elliot to give her a blessing. She seemed to calm down pretty well and after I sang I am a child of God a million times. She then wanted to go eat and be a happy girl and play with her cousins. Elliot told me that she had an explosion right as I was leaving. Josie's been really constipated lately so we think this was why she was acting the way she was. Thank heaven's for the priesthood. Thanks Mom for telling me that when we were little and inconsolable you would have our Dad give us a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it down to Jenny's around 9pm and didn't get to sleep until around 2am. Jenny and I kept talking. It was so fun to reminisce of the old days and talk some girls talk. She's like the younger sister I never had. I was so privileged that she asked me to do her hair. I've been having nightmares about her hair. I was so afraid that it wouldn't work out. We woke up around 7am and my aunt Dottie comes in and tells Jenny that it's time to wake up. I yell, "YOUR GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!!" They all laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally was starting her hair...it wasn't working that well at first. I started pinning up hair and then took it out. My hands were shaking. I was so nervous. I've done a lot of hair for bridal pictures but never for an actual wedding day. Finally her hair started working with me. I think it turned out pretty good. I hope Jenny liked it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmGjGDBt5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/iy-KKNUVLno/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmGjGDBt5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/iy-KKNUVLno/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271892776290727826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy night for Elliot. Josie kept waking up and asking for MOMMA. I was thinking about it and I've only been away from Josie for three nights and she's almost two years old. Boy do I need a vacation. She's very attached to me. I guess I don't blame her I'm very attached to her too. Elliot was able to get her ready and take her over to my good friend Melissa's house for two hours. Then my mother in law was going to pick her up until the luncheon was over. Thanks you guys. I hope she was good for you Melissa, I owe you big time. Elliot said it broke his heart when he left her at Melissa's because she was crying when he left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and I got to the temple kind of early so we were waiting around until everyone else showed up. It took my Dad and Elliot forever to find a parking spot. They thought for sure that they weren't going to make it to the wedding. They ran from where they parked to the temple waiting room to make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple ceremony was amazing. The sealer was so in tuned to the spirit. I for sure got some big insight to go to the temple REGULARLY. The sealer was so funny and it was so cute when he called Jenny sister Bennion. I love weddings, they make you think about your own special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go with Jenny to help her fix her hair after the ceramony. It wasn't that bad but I was glad to help. It was fun to see all the brides getting ready in the bridal room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmJon5XYHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/B2YMTQvm1Y8/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+002.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmJon5XYHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/B2YMTQvm1Y8/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271896169811239026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmKeD8QpFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G9VFKcGOH5M/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+005.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmKeD8QpFI/AAAAAAAAAmM/G9VFKcGOH5M/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271897087872640082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Dotties family (Jenny's Mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Luncheon was great... Elliot was asked to play a cello/violin duet with Jenny's aunt Alisa. They are such opposites when it comes to how they play there instruments. Alisa plays by ear and Elliot has to read the music and he's very technical about the music. They were amazing. They played Over the rainbow from the Wizard of Oz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went down to Lindon and went to the reception. They had cut outs of Jenny's brothers in the line. Jenny's two younger brothers are on missions. Robbie is in Mexico and Grant is in Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmMLos7_4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZRcpwkZ5F04/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+028.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmMLos7_4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZRcpwkZ5F04/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271898970346225538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Cake and the cake smashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmM3iiEUDI/AAAAAAAAAms/sc73e-_oSiU/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+023.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmM3iiEUDI/AAAAAAAAAms/sc73e-_oSiU/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899724604264498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmM4aFMRGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bvQFr9H0iZ8/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+024.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmM4aFMRGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bvQFr9H0iZ8/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899739515536482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmM21BtzsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/FgA-AH7fFLY/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+012.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmM21BtzsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/FgA-AH7fFLY/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899712388976322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family at the wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNKRsOG_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/_cDP-3ff8UQ/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+027.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNKRsOG_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/_cDP-3ff8UQ/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271970415245138930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNJ3QqXEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/R-6y19GSCSk/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+021.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNJ3QqXEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/R-6y19GSCSk/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271970408150228034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNJjyP4MI/AAAAAAAAAnM/UWEpEnz0AJg/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+020.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNJjyP4MI/AAAAAAAAAnM/UWEpEnz0AJg/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271970402922389698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNJLpJqGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/htjPzgTO0zc/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+011.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnNJLpJqGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/htjPzgTO0zc/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271970396441782370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture. My niece Riley was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnRRVczVRI/AAAAAAAAAns/4JjifOIXzHU/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+026.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnRRVczVRI/AAAAAAAAAns/4JjifOIXzHU/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271974934559806738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other cousin Karen caught the bouquet.  YAY, Karen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnOifNdECI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j2r8o582HgY/s1600-h/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+013.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSnOifNdECI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j2r8o582HgY/s320/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271971930702680098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy couple tired out by the end of the day at the reception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3125536432809637432?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3125536432809637432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3125536432809637432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3125536432809637432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3125536432809637432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/jennys.html' title='Jenny&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSmJ3VsMDnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KRodnCmRM68/s72-c/josie%27s+words+at+22+mon+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4279067261801737107</id><published>2008-11-22T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:15:17.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you go Brittany...</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my very good friend and old roommate from snow college. So here you go Brittany....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 random things about me. I will also narrate with a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have broken my foot and my arm. I broke my arm in a red wagon accident by my sister Michelle. Thanks Michelle. HA! The picture I was going to put on here is not formatted to work, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hates shopping...clothes shopping ....grocery shopping all thee above. I never find stuff that fits my frail/skinny body and grocery shopping makes me depressed because everything is so expensive and I am a cheap skate. I hate spending money on food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had braces twice in my life for a total of 5 years. I had really screwed up teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Loves David Archuleta's new music video, CRUSH. Check it out on YouTube... so cute.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSg7vxzZkmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8dl3MJ130x8/s1600-h/concert+026.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSg7vxzZkmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8dl3MJ130x8/s320/concert+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271529055845978722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I love to come home to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSg8qxIenOI/AAAAAAAAAls/a0R5guiyyJk/s1600-h/008.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSg8qxIenOI/AAAAAAAAAls/a0R5guiyyJk/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271530069278235874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Secretly wishes I was a better hair dresser... I need to take some classes to update my skills. I wish I was better at styling hair. Like up-do's and stuff like that. I get so nervous doing them.  I can do them but it takes so much longer than other hair dressers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4279067261801737107?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4279067261801737107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4279067261801737107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4279067261801737107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4279067261801737107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-you-go-brittany.html' title='Here you go Brittany...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SSg7vxzZkmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8dl3MJ130x8/s72-c/concert+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3201915443167464748</id><published>2008-11-12T17:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:15:43.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little Tea Pot</title><content type='html'>Josie is being so cute and sassy at the same time. I wanted to write some stuff down before I forget. Whenever I give her something like a glass of milk she tells me that I'm a "good girl." I absolutely love it. Her favorite word is NO. I ask her to say a word she usually says, "NO." With her lips all pursed together. I know she can say more words than she is willing to. She's just stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Josie likes to sing a lot. Well have me sing and she does all the actions to the songs. She makes me sing to her while I'm in the shower. I did it once and now she thinks every time I go into the shower it's time to sing. She loves Wheels on the Bus, Itsy Bitsy Spider, and I'm a little Tea Pot. She likes this one the best... here is a preview of her dancing and doing all the actions. Ignore the voice in the back ground. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d344c8116756aa2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d344c8116756aa2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193728%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C7B4B6B9C2E100D69A0CD532429C6588E01882E.1F60EBEA56FF0E3C67B6A5064BA29D126901E663%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d344c8116756aa2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz6VHlHiHAfEZNV1dQxocbTdJ7og&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d344c8116756aa2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193728%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C7B4B6B9C2E100D69A0CD532429C6588E01882E.1F60EBEA56FF0E3C67B6A5064BA29D126901E663%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d344c8116756aa2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz6VHlHiHAfEZNV1dQxocbTdJ7og&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went shopping on Halloween and she found this black stuffed cat. She kept saying, "MAOW," (Aka's MEOW). My mom kept trying to convince her to put it back with the other cats but Josie thought about it and then said, "NO." All calm and everything. We were laughing so hard. She just wouldn't put it back and we really didn't want to deal with the temper tantrum. Now she say, "MAOW." every night so she can sleep with this silly cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3201915443167464748?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d344c8116756aa2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3201915443167464748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3201915443167464748' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3201915443167464748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3201915443167464748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/josie-is-being-so-cute-and-sassy-at.html' title='I&apos;m a little Tea Pot'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7778908094321287630</id><published>2008-11-11T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:58:03.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Time</title><content type='html'>I have lost my memory card. No Pictures!!!! Sorry, I hate posting without pictures but some of you wanted to know what I did for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke-up and went to breakfast at Village Inn. I signed up on some websites to get free meals for my birthday. Thanks to Lisa, Naomi and Hannah they gave me this great idea. It was a wonderful breakfast, lunch and dinner for under 30 dollars for two adults. I ate french toast for breakfast, lunch a huge burger from Red Robin Steak and a potato at Lone Star Steak House (All for FREE). Elliot had a huge omelet, a burger(My mother-in-law payed for lunch, thanks Lisa),and Salmon. Elliot and I have never eaten out so much in our lives. Next year I think we will just go to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to lunch I went to an hour long massage. Elliot bought me a gift card from Massage Envy. I was kind of nervous at first because it was my first massage and I just didn't want them touching me in certain area's (Like my feet, I'm so ticklish). I got there and I had this nice older lady. She had a smokers voice. It was pretty funny when she would say in her smoker voice, "imagine that you are on a beach..." Trying to relax me, didn't work.  After a little bit into the massage I stopped talking so I didn't have to hear her anymore. Other than the lady's voice it was so nice and it felt wonderful. My Hump on my shoulder feels a lot better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks honey for my wonderful gift. I also got a scrap booking tool to go with my CRICUT thanks to my in-laws. I was so excited. It was a great day, thanks Grandma Lisa for watching Josie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7778908094321287630?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7778908094321287630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7778908094321287630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7778908094321287630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7778908094321287630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-time.html' title='Birthday Time'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7509446246781078726</id><published>2008-11-06T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:04:42.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SRN3BEnJMsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cP0Silitcrw/s1600-h/halloween+192.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SRN3BEnJMsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cP0Silitcrw/s320/halloween+192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265683249627738818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie looked so cute on Halloween but it didn't last she took out the bows when she got in the car. She yells from the back seat and say in a smug voice, "MAMA." As she is pulling out the bows. She is so funny. It was cute while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SRN3BTo1J7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OHjyGMECvRs/s1600-h/halloween+193.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SRN3BTo1J7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OHjyGMECvRs/s320/halloween+193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265683253661345714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the Binky: She didn't say anything until her dad say where's her Binky before she was going to bed. I was so mad. She had to sleep with it after that. But she hasn't had one all day. I think this is going to work. HURRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I can't find my memory card that has all my birthday pictures on it so when I do find it I'll post all about my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7509446246781078726?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7509446246781078726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7509446246781078726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7509446246781078726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7509446246781078726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SRN3BEnJMsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/cP0Silitcrw/s72-c/halloween+192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1719979646388777065</id><published>2008-11-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:49:56.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: Josie woke up from her nap and she was really in a good mood. I asked her to put her Binky in her bed and she finally did it. I gave her a treat for doing so. Then about a half hour later she went and got it and put it in her mouth. I told her no and she had a tantrum. She was sooooooooo mad. I finally gave in. Then I had a light go off in my head. Cut the Binky. I remember my friend Melissa suggesting to cut the Binky. I asked Josie if we could do so and she nodded yes. I got the scissors out and cut it. I showed Josie and she tried to put it back together. Then she tried to put it back in her mouth and she realized that it wouldn't stay in. I thought she would have a melt down. She was actually fine. I told her to throw it away because it was broken and she did it. She hasn't said a thing about it and its been about 4 hours. Melissa you are a miracle worker. Hope it works.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad its nap time. Today I told Josie that she could only have her Binky when she was going to bed. (Thanks Lisa for the idea) She was not happy. I kept trying to distract her with other things she could do.We played out in the snow&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie, Ate food, and played with the pots and pans. It was helping until nap time. She started acting out, throwing things, and dumping things out. I didn't notice how attached she was. She is so much more whinny and noise without it. (A good thing she is talking a lot more) She cried a lot today. I felt bad but at the same time it is just time. I can't go back now. Hopefully it will continue to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1719979646388777065?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1719979646388777065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1719979646388777065' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1719979646388777065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1719979646388777065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/fewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.html' title='FEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-1085513171020141555</id><published>2008-11-02T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:49:24.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!!!</title><content type='html'>Warning Overload of Halloween FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went over on Monday to my parents house and carved pumpkins and made sugar cookies.  It was lots of fun.  I love making memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BfukwlpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FafZ3-gWr2c/s1600-h/halloween+157.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BfukwlpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FafZ3-gWr2c/s320/halloween+157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287396520826514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot carving the pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6Be2tvQMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xBK1ExdAc3Q/s1600-h/halloween+165.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6Be2tvQMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xBK1ExdAc3Q/s320/halloween+165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287381526102210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mean side of the pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BekVVP0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/6K9avtNgHF4/s1600-h/halloween+156.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BekVVP0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/6K9avtNgHF4/s320/halloween+156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287376591896386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being a weirdo..getting all the seeds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BeTjLO5I/AAAAAAAAAko/H6Blt4Wp38w/s1600-h/halloween+161.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BeTjLO5I/AAAAAAAAAko/H6Blt4Wp38w/s320/halloween+161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287372086557586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie painting her pumpkin. She was in the high chair for over an hour, I'm not kidding.  She loved it, she could have been in there the whole night but we had to go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6Bd2mBafI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3fUxq4oqWLQ/s1600-h/halloween+160.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6Bd2mBafI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3fUxq4oqWLQ/s320/halloween+160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287364313868786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ5-G_7dtvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KCK0HhIUBkg/s1600-h/halloween+203.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ5-G_7dtvI/AAAAAAAAAkY/KCK0HhIUBkg/s320/halloween+203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283673147848434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot, Josie and Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ592SOw4oI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1ld4iW_-16c/s1600-h/halloween+202.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ592SOw4oI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1ld4iW_-16c/s320/halloween+202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283386002858626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Ray (AKA's boppa to Josie) Josie and Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ592bdpfMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YNbqyoNVsOc/s1600-h/halloween+199.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ592bdpfMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YNbqyoNVsOc/s320/halloween+199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283388481207490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSIE THE DRAGON not barney the dinosaur. Everyone kept getting confused about her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ591tlu7oI/AAAAAAAAAkA/98iDADfwPKw/s1600-h/halloween+198.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ591tlu7oI/AAAAAAAAAkA/98iDADfwPKw/s320/halloween+198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283376167087746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ591ZU2DII/AAAAAAAAAj4/rV1KfW1a7xk/s1600-h/halloween+209.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ591ZU2DII/AAAAAAAAAj4/rV1KfW1a7xk/s320/halloween+209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283370727541890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie and Grandma Becky... I was trying to catch Josie holding the Neberkers cat. She loves cats these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ590qbQAyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2mytEhtbbT0/s1600-h/halloween+206.JPG"&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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ590qbQAyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2mytEhtbbT0/s320/halloween+206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283358137942818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie swinging in her costume. Trick or Treating wasn't as fun as I thought... Josie would go to one house, put her candy in her bucket, and then take it out and want to eat it. She did this to every house we went to. We only made it to two circles and Josie started taking off her costume because it was actually really warm on Halloween. Then we went back to my parents and Josie wanted to paint her pumpkin again. It was fun spending time with the family and enjoying the fall weather. I hope everyone had a happy holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-1085513171020141555?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/1085513171020141555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=1085513171020141555' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1085513171020141555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/1085513171020141555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQ6BfukwlpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FafZ3-gWr2c/s72-c/halloween+157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4494498464432748788</id><published>2008-10-30T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:57:50.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind...</title><content type='html'>I found out that Josie really loves to paint. I went to Wal-mart and found some watercolors for her and she had a ball today. My problem was that it didn't come with a coloring book. I told Elliot my dilemma and he said you can use regular coloring books to use the water colors on. I was like DUH!!! When I was little they had these books that you would use a paint brush and the color would appear. I didn't find any of those books. If anyone knows where to find those, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVp-tb1tI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1_DWXgOC_jQ/s1600-h/016.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVp-tb1tI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1_DWXgOC_jQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113294232409810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVpL-HSlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ll2GFLKsc40/s1600-h/018.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVpL-HSlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ll2GFLKsc40/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113280612158034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was all washable. She absolutely loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all might think I'm crazy but I'm terrified of SNAKES!!!! Just the word makes me cringe. I bought these plastic forks, spoons and knives for Josie and I just had to throw these spoons away because every time I picked one up I imagined a real one. Here's a picture of one of the spoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpOvcPJj3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZgmB4Psz7Nc/s1600-h/carving+pumpkins+020.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpOvcPJj3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZgmB4Psz7Nc/s320/carving+pumpkins+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263105691476397938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with banks!?! Why do they make you roll your own coins. I've heard that other people say that the bank will just do it for you and it will be fast and easy. I know that they have a machine that does it for them so why can't they just do it for you???? I took my M&amp;M piggy bank to Wells Fargo today. I had time to wait around while my glasses were being fixed next door. When the teller gave me the paper things to put the coins in I was so bugged. I ask you again why, why can't they just do it for you.... WHY??? Luckily Josie was really good and she even wanted to help me put the coins in the rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some bows last night because Josie fell asleep at a normal hour (8 pm WOOHOO!!!) Thanks Lisa and Tara for showing me how to do them. I think they turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVqIPV-8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/udpBUqxsO1w/s1600-h/007.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVqIPV-8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/udpBUqxsO1w/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113296790551490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVq0oNcQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3ggaqOoOaxo/s1600-h/010.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVq0oNcQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3ggaqOoOaxo/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113308706009346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVqh2GdpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FQ1t2Kft-4M/s1600-h/008.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVqh2GdpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FQ1t2Kft-4M/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113303663998610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4494498464432748788?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4494498464432748788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4494498464432748788' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4494498464432748788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4494498464432748788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQpVp-tb1tI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1_DWXgOC_jQ/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-3322738632618829006</id><published>2008-10-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:01:37.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches Night Out</title><content type='html'>My good friend Hannah had this great idea to have a girls night out at Gardner Village's Witches night out. I've never heard of it before. (I've lived in Utah my whole life, I'm pathetic) We all dressed up as witches we looked great. I couldn't believe how many people were there. So many amazing costumes out there. They had this live DJ playing in the middle of all the stores. A huge crowed of witches were dancing the night away. (Remember only girls are allowed.) It was so fun to just hang out with the girls and have no children. Thanks Hannah for getting this all together. What a fun night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Megan, Wendy and Hannah all dressed up. My costume was from when I was around 2 or 3... that's all I had. (the hat barely fit) HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwbVn4SVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fyaEOp838DY/s1600-h/029.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwbVn4SVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fyaEOp838DY/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262650148289792338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole group eating at Paradise Cafe. Every one kept coming up to us and saying our costumes were great. One guy asked us to move our brooms from the parking lot they were blocking his way. He thought he was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwa_mkdwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s6zEoygZVf0/s1600-h/028.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwa_mkdwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s6zEoygZVf0/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262650142378718978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwGChfkdI/AAAAAAAAAio/M8IP56lx_bY/s1600-h/031.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwGChfkdI/AAAAAAAAAio/M8IP56lx_bY/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649782385480146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I trying on Funny glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwFMun3yI/AAAAAAAAAig/Fuallwj08u8/s1600-h/032.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/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwFMun3yI/AAAAAAAAAig/Fuallwj08u8/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649767945035554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-3322738632618829006?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/3322738632618829006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=3322738632618829006' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3322738632618829006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/3322738632618829006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/witches-night-out.html' title='Witches Night Out'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQiwbVn4SVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/fyaEOp838DY/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-2446650493603391360</id><published>2008-10-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:35:28.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES!!!</title><content type='html'>These are some musicals that I grew up with. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyrYBXuz5YY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyrYBXuz5YY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Drew.... I wish I could remember your version of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QS7wWzwak4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QS7wWzwak4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for you Steph... I couldn't find Saturday Warrior on youtube. So I hope this will make you laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-2446650493603391360?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/2446650493603391360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=2446650493603391360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2446650493603391360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/2446650493603391360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='MEMORIES!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-965967081258952901</id><published>2008-10-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:43:56.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Elliot.</title><content type='html'>Last night I finally was able to get Josie to sleep in her own bed.  I layed by her and she snuggled up to her teddy bear and fell asleep.  I snuck out and she slept there for about 3 hours but she wet the bed.  I'm so forgetful sometimes.  I forgot to put a pull-up on her last night.  I think she would have slept most of the night there if she had one on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... after I snuck out of her room I came to bed and Elliot was asleep.  That never happens.  He usually doesn't go to bed way later than me and Josie.  I was so excited to tell him that Josie was in her own bed and this was his reply, " aglij laa lgel oiujklj." It sounded like he was talking a different language.  I said, "What?"  Then he said, "Pull on the reins, no the right reins, I told you the right reins." (I guess he was dreaming about riding a horse)  I started laughing so hard, I just couldn't hold it in.  I then said no I was trying to tell you that Josie's in her own bed. He then said, "Oh!"  I told Elliot all about this, this morning and he said he doesn't remember a thing about that conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-965967081258952901?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/965967081258952901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=965967081258952901' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/965967081258952901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/965967081258952901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-elliot.html' title='Oh Elliot.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7657394300603023852</id><published>2008-10-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:24:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm it.</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged a bunch but have never actually done one.  But here it goes Steph just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I graduated from High School&lt;br /&gt;2. Went off to College.&lt;br /&gt;3. Met my roommates&lt;br /&gt;4. Was at my sister Stephanie's side while she was wheeled off to have an emergency c-section, meet my sweet niece Brooklyn when the day was done.&lt;br /&gt;5. Had a broken foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Organize my big closet in my kitchen and get rid of stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. Put laundry away. Done!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrapbook the rest of Josie's pictures... I'm almost caught up.  About 5 more pages to go.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to the Library. Done!!! (I rented the office, I love that show.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Dishes. (I think that is an everyday task.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Double stuffed Oreos, the regular ones.&lt;br /&gt;2. MELK, I mean MILK.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wheat Thins&lt;br /&gt;4. Old fashioned donuts&lt;br /&gt;5. Key lime pie yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Murray, Ut&lt;br /&gt;2. Salt Lake City, Ut&lt;br /&gt;3. Cedar City, Ut.&lt;br /&gt;4. Parowan, Ut.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ephriam, Ut.&lt;br /&gt;6. South Jordan, Ut.&lt;br /&gt;7. Magna, Ut.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know that's not 5 but I was trying to remember all the places I have lived and that is it. Lucky number 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leasing Agent&lt;br /&gt;2. Bagger (twice, in high school and during college)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cashier (twice, in high school and during college)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair stylist (not officially, I've never worked in a salon but I do hair out of my home.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Mom (life long job)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7657394300603023852?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7657394300603023852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7657394300603023852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7657394300603023852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7657394300603023852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m it.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8123952811347815814</id><published>2008-10-26T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:11:39.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYsAtoIfGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jr0XaRIjolA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261941605388549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYsAtoIfGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jr0XaRIjolA/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYsAGISuBI/AAAAAAAAAho/gKHwNGnTWW8/s1600-h/0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261941594786019346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYsAGISuBI/AAAAAAAAAho/gKHwNGnTWW8/s320/0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261940737916313362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYrOOConxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1qzEypo7iCw/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYrogLE8gI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kptmxO7TIf0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261941189460161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYrogLE8gI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kptmxO7TIf0/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261940724427476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYrNbypTHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/P8r11NmYY9s/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261940715822847826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYrM7vJF1I/AAAAAAAAAhA/r9h7i-wcQHg/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261940701555388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYrMGlg78I/AAAAAAAAAg4/lHIF9I-NAQk/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had this hammock kind of swing in side the cabin and it kept Josie busy the whole time.  She love it, but we always had to acknowledge she was doing a great job swinging.  She has to have all the attention on her. She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got invited to go up to go on a vacation to a cabin up in Ogden by Elliot's two friends Jared and Shaylee. On Wed, Thurs, Fri, and Sat we went set off on our adventure. Josie and I only went Wed and Thursday and then went home early Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the cabin late Wednesday night. The original plan was to wake up at 5 am and go hunting (with Josie). Mine and Josie's sleep was terrible. We kept waking up in the middle of the night. I woke up because someone was snoring soooooooooooooo loud. I think I only got about 2 hours of sleep that night. I told Elliot Thursday morning that there was no way that Josie and I would be able to make it all day. He let us sleep and he came back for us around 10 am. What a great husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never gone hunting in my life and I didn't know much about what goes on. I learned what exactly happens when people hunt. You get all in Orange clothes and you hike around all day. We took two horses so if we did kill anything we would be able to hall it out of there. On the way down to where we were going to hunt, Elliot carried Josie in a backpack. She fell asleep and Elliot was caring about 30 pounds of dead weight down hill. He said that was the hardest day of all with her on his back. Luckily on the way back to the cabin Josie and I were able to ride the horses. Josie was so excited to ride the horses she kept neighing all day. Then half way back up the mountain she fell asleep on the horse, laying on my chest. Let me step back and tell you what went on during the hunting process. Jared, Elliot and Jared's dad Russell would climb the hills and mountains. While one of them (usually Jared) would climb to the highest point to get ready to shoot the deer. Elliot and Russell didn't have hunting licenses so they were the ones who would go through the trees and try to get the deer to come out into the open. Me and Shaylee (Jared's wife) and Josie sat on top of a mountain while they did all the hard hunting work. Josie was so good all day. She told me when she needed to go potty she had no accidents all day.  I'd hold her under her armpits and her legs up over my left leg and she'd pee. I know kind of hard to understand but it really worked well. It was a long and very fun day,  hang out in the wilderness. We saw a bunch of Moose but I saw no deer. The boys saw some does but no bucks until Friday night. I'll let Elliot blog about that later. It was a fun weekend. Thanks again Jared and Shaylee for inviting us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8123952811347815814?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8123952811347815814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8123952811347815814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8123952811347815814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8123952811347815814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SQYsAtoIfGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jr0XaRIjolA/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8797746750169545477</id><published>2008-10-17T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:26:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUm5ukG7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/s2CBg4hbGkk/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186329751296946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUm5ukG7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/s2CBg4hbGkk/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie feeding herself , she loves doing everything herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUnEHhzFI/AAAAAAAAAgg/076HlqX28w0/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186332540357714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUnEHhzFI/AAAAAAAAAgg/076HlqX28w0/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've been trying out all these different hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; on Josie.  Surprisingly she has stayed still for all my trial and errors.  I like this one on top the best.... I think I'll do her hair like this for family pictures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUnhj7jEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZI0MvK6l6ZY/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186340444113986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUnhj7jEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZI0MvK6l6ZY/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of ponytails go around in a circle.  She wouldn't stay still to get a good picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185584544058882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT7hnUDgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ufkqn6YInUY/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I flipped her hair out and gave her bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUnzEtTwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QraTsaChcHY/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185589302104354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT7zVuESI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BD-U7CwF4s8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pigtail's and bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT520o5_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/s-mtFIIsYrk/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185555877357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT520o5_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/s-mtFIIsYrk/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece Allison came over on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and spent the day with Josie and I.   We made a crown, ate popcorn, watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shrek&lt;/span&gt; 2 and played outside.  Allison kept saying, "We are having a party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT6SX6m4I/AAAAAAAAAf4/jkKqnVjXwSk/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185563273075586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT6SX6m4I/AAAAAAAAAf4/jkKqnVjXwSk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I caught Josie reading her books in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt;.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT60Wo5CI/AAAAAAAAAgA/omgU7iKasXE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258185572394525730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjT60Wo5CI/AAAAAAAAAgA/omgU7iKasXE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8797746750169545477?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8797746750169545477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8797746750169545477' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8797746750169545477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8797746750169545477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weve-been-up-too.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up too.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPjUm5ukG7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/s2CBg4hbGkk/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8434093912949352120</id><published>2008-10-12T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:01:57.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPKaDY9yxEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4BTizS_j8G0/s1600-h/potty+time+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't she look so old?? I cut her bangs and I think it makes her look so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPKaDnWczoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kIhvRljnhN4/s1600-h/potty+time+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256433101988220546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPKaDnWczoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kIhvRljnhN4/s320/potty+time+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josie is officially potty trained. She's become very smart with using the potty as an excuse. Every time I tell her it is time to go to bed or take a nap or if I want to take a shower she always has to go to the bathroom. I don't know how they can figure that out so fast. They are just too smart for their own good. I'm just glad that she's trained. Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie is not much of a talker these days but she does have the same conversation with me everyday, many times a day. Here how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie: "Dada?" with her hands up in the air wonder where he went.&lt;br /&gt;Melanie: "He went to work."&lt;br /&gt;Josie: "Oh, Ball?"&lt;br /&gt;Melanie: "No, he went to work."&lt;br /&gt;Josie: "NO BALL!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Melanie: "OK he's playing ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie thinks her dad is always playing soccer or basketball when he really is at work. I think this getting rid of the Binky and the sleeping in the bed is going to be a lot harder than potty training. My friends have suggested cutting the Binky's. I didn't want to do that at first but I think that is the only way. I think I'll do it this coming week. Wish me luck:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8434093912949352120?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8434093912949352120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8434093912949352120' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8434093912949352120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8434093912949352120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/motherhood.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SPKaDnWczoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kIhvRljnhN4/s72-c/potty+time+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-7313313354504297836</id><published>2008-10-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:23:40.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was getting stubborn one day and I got mad that she peed in her pull-up. That was the last time that she's peed in her pull-up. She's been dry after every nap and when she wake up in the morning. She finally pooped in the potty last night. She was so happy. So were we. I think she's pretty much trained. She's been telling us that she needs to go without us asking her. I hope I'm not jinxing myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only 2 mild pee accidents and she told me right when she was doing it. So we would always run to the toilet and she'd finish her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; in there. She's pooed in the potty.... But now she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; .  Sorry to be so graffic. But at least she's going in the potty. I guess I am pretty lucky. Everything else seemed to be pretty hard up to this point. I think I finally got the hang of being a parent. After almost 2 years of being a mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep telling myself I want three things to happen before we have another baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Potty train Josie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Get rid of the Binky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Make her sleep in her own bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that potty training is off the list its time to work on the other two. I think Josie will sleep with us until she's 8 . But I will keep trying to make her go back in her own bed. Josie just never has been a good sleeper. That's one thing I've learned as a mom. You really have to train your kids to be a good sleeper. My sister Stephanie did such a good job with her second kid. She told me that was the greatest gift she could give her. To let her little girl find a way to fall a sleep by herself. I totally agree with her. I just can't let her cry it out or she pukes. So my only choice is to lay by her until she falls asleep. So wish me luck. I hope it works. As I am typing this Josie just fell asleep on my chest. She loves this place to sleep since she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conference weekend was nice and relaxing. We were able to have one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Elliot's&lt;/span&gt; old missionary companions come over for dinner on Sunday and watch the last session of conference. It was fun to get to know one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elliot's&lt;/span&gt; companion and listen to all there stories. Josie was so cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt; would sing she goes, "DA, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;." like "La la la" and she wanted me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Elliot&lt;/span&gt; to join in on the singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also this weekend I was able to catch up on all of this summers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt;. I think I did about 15 pages of pictures in three days. I'm almost all the way caught up. WOOHOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next week my mom is going into get a major surgery done on her neck. I don't remember the exact name of the surgery but its when a nerve is getting pinched off and she looses feeling in her arm. She's very nervous about it. I'm asking all family or even friends to keep my mom in your prayers this week and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. Mom, I know that everything is going to be just fine. You have so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;genealogy&lt;/span&gt; to do and lots more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; to spoil. We love you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful week and hope this one will be even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-7313313354504297836?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/7313313354504297836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=7313313354504297836' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7313313354504297836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/7313313354504297836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='LIFE.'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4917757493463482857</id><published>2008-09-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:00:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary Number 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031584231048402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL25j85RNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rzwb-R5HazI/s320/IMG_0816%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the plan was to do 4 dates in 4 days for our 4th Anniversary. Unfortunately, our first date failed. We were going to go to drop off Josie at a neighbor's (thanks Melissa for watching the apartments.) to ride the zip cords and alpine slides, but they were closed. We drove all the way up to Snow Bird for nothing. Their website wasn't very clear and I made a mistake in reading it. Our other three dates were GREAT! First, we dropped off Josie at our neighbor's (thanks Hannah) and headed for Boondock's. I smoked Melanie at go-cart racing. She was crazy though, she kept cutting me off and was very aggressive. I didn't know she had that in her. We then went inside and played arcades. We played ski ball, and as you can see below, Melanie dominated me at Dance Dance Revolution. I must admit, watching Melanie play that game is one of my favorite things to do. She is so cute, and looks so funny when she stomps at it, completely off beat.....haha.....but she did beat me. We also played a fun shooting game, and earned a lot of tickets there. Next wa&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Qjx0tcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ekya5U71yNU/s1600-h/IMG_0723%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252028680786720194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Qjx0tcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ekya5U71yNU/s320/IMG_0723%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s miniature golfing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Q0UUNII/AAAAAAAAAeM/AS7I5LF-BAM/s1600-h/IMG_0724%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252028685226357890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Q0UUNII/AAAAAAAAAeM/AS7I5LF-BAM/s320/IMG_0724%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie usually puts up a good fight at this, but that was her worst round of golf EVER. She hit the hole, did toilet bowl spinners off the hole, hit it out of the course, and so forth. I played my best game ever. Sorry Melanie, you can't always win! Melanie did nail the final shot though, which triggers a monster to cheer for us and shoot flames up in the sky. I missed that shot. On the way home we stopped for milk shakes. I sure am lucky to be married to Melanie. She is such a fun girl to date. Oh yeah, did I mention why I'm doing this blog? I made a backwards bet....meaning I accidentally said that whoever wins at golfing has to blog about our whole &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Q2viShI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HKDcrFgcH9o/s1600-h/IMG_0735%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252028685877398034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Q2viShI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HKDcrFgcH9o/s320/IMG_0735%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anniversary. I meant to make the loser blog about everything, but said it wrong, and Melanie is holding me to it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to the Barnum and Bailey Circus. My expectation was that it would be mainly directed towards children, and that I might get bored. After chatting with a friend on facebook I was convinced to go. I took Melanie and Josie, and we all LOVED it!!!! We sat front row in the corner, and had the perfect view. Josie had freedom to walk around, and we had a lil extra leg space. It was nice. We bought a snow cone, popcorn, and cotton candy, so that we could have the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0RNLs7CI/AAAAAAAAAec/Pz-8Hp_ZI2o/s1600-h/IMG_0746%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252028691901115426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0RNLs7CI/AAAAAAAAAec/Pz-8Hp_ZI2o/s320/IMG_0746%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;full circus experience ;) I'll share each of our favorite parts of the circus. Let's start with Josie. She was a fan of the horses. She neighed, and pointed, and said "oh no" when the stunt riders fell off and jumped back on. Josie liked all the animals. She saw llamas, goats, dogs, horses, tigers, and elephants. Oh my! jk... we were a lil disappointed that we didn't get to see monkeys or lions, but overall, our expectations were far exceeded. Melanie's favorite part of the circus was the Elephants. She was so amazed at all the detailed tricks they performed, especially for being enormous. She also was a fan of the tigers, and I could tell she was a lil nervous, even though there was a big cage protecting us. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Recn-oI/AAAAAAAAAek/T6QQBQ9f3lU/s1600-h/IMG_0766%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252028696535497346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL0Recn-oI/AAAAAAAAAek/T6QQBQ9f3lU/s320/IMG_0766%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of the &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031574483342258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL24_o3E7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/qoUTemXSli8/s320/IMG_0804%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;circus was the motorcycles that rode in the steal cage. They fit 7 bikers in there, and they all went full speed, zig zagging in every direction. I am amazed they didn't crash and die. I also really liked the acrobatic stuff. The guys on the flying trapezes were incredible. One guy did a triple back flip and was still able to grab hold of his partner. There were a whole bunch of acrobatic chinese teenage boys that were really cool too. There were 20ft sticks hanging from the roof. and they swung back and forth on those until they had enough momentum to jump into &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031568894913826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL24q0ebSI/AAAAAAAAAes/egg1wHLkU9Y/s320/IMG_0790%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252031574976183010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL25BeXOuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eNp0l9vQF3w/s320/IMG_0814%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;the air and do a few flips before landing on the next "stick". We left the circus in awe, and definitely felt like we got our money's worth. Now if only I could afford those seats for a jazz game! Our last date was Crystal Hot Springs. This place is kind of secret to many. It is in honeyville utah(not secret anymore), which is about 7 miles north of brigham city. There are a whole bunch of natural hot springs that fill up a bunch of hot tubs and some cold springs that fill up some swimming pools. It is really invigorating to move from one tub to the next. There are even a few water slides there. I hope you enjoy the secret I just revealed. It is a cool place and is very inexpensive. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252036067583569666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL6-hvbrwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9G3YdR43Nbo/s320/crystal+hot+springs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we had a great anniversary, and are very happy to be married to eachother, right Melanie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5ea1149d81feedf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5ea1149d81feedf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5087744794820B8DA7D91BA6CEA51B51E6DC9280.3FE9AD12D20634AB04E5371F5E7DB76CBC5ABBAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5ea1149d81feedf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df2mj1OhglrHufPUNdTtJnzci6jc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc5ea1149d81feedf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330193729%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5087744794820B8DA7D91BA6CEA51B51E6DC9280.3FE9AD12D20634AB04E5371F5E7DB76CBC5ABBAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc5ea1149d81feedf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df2mj1OhglrHufPUNdTtJnzci6jc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4917757493463482857?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5ea1149d81feedf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4917757493463482857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4917757493463482857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4917757493463482857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4917757493463482857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-anniversary-number-4.html' title='Wedding Anniversary Number 4'/><author><name>Elliot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08865933679800458170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOL25j85RNI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rzwb-R5HazI/s72-c/IMG_0816%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6433901336388303878</id><published>2008-09-30T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:34:29.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to go PEE???</title><content type='html'>This is the question I've said all day. I'm so tired. I've decided to potty train Josie. I know you all probably think I'm crazy for training a baby (she is 21 months.) She can hardly talk. But she can talk in her own little language( that only me and Josie can understand) She's been doing very well, surprised? I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up with a dry diaper today. She peed in the potty like 4 time today. I'm so glad that my friend Melissa told me about this book. Toilet training in less then a day. It really seems to work with Josie. I think the biggest thing I've learned from it is to always be happy for the things she has done right. To always focus on the good and not the bad. For example... she's learning to pull her pull-ups up and she can sit on the potty and pee in it. If I focused on all the things she can't do I would go crazy. She is scared to go number 2 in the potty. I guess I'll just take things one at a time. Another thing that seems to work pretty well is after you give her a drink wait about 15 min and put her on the potty and she usually always goes pee. YAY!!! If anyone is thinking about training there kid. Make sure they are interested in the potty. Josie always loved to flush the toilet and stuff like that. Also buy the book. She also loves potty treats.... Thanks again Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always told us that she potty trained us at this age, 18 to 24 months. I never believed that she really did. Sorry mom for not taking your word for it. Thanks for supporting me with this crazy decision. Your the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's taking a nap right now and she went potty right before she went to bed. I am so amazed by this girl. She gets so excited to tell me that she's peeing. She usually whispers,"Momma." and points down at the pee in the potty and I always go crazy. She loves to tell her dad that she went pee's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love Pull-ups, they are so easy to pull up and down instead of putting her diaper back on. Hopefully she'll be able to wear her big girl underwear soon. On Saturday night she wanted to put all her underwear on. I'll give more updates later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOKr8bDNc2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ga_Dpbih1ZQ/s1600-h/josie+potty+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251949170009142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOKr8bDNc2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ga_Dpbih1ZQ/s320/josie+potty+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOKr8YJyoXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZhFL_0hOVMw/s1600-h/josie+potty+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251949169231438194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOKr8YJyoXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZhFL_0hOVMw/s320/josie+potty+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6433901336388303878?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6433901336388303878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6433901336388303878' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6433901336388303878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6433901336388303878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-want-to-go-pee.html' title='Do you want to go PEE???'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SOKr8bDNc2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ga_Dpbih1ZQ/s72-c/josie+potty+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6251290012595998728</id><published>2008-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:30:11.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week...</title><content type='html'>This week has been so busy. First my sister came from Wyoming to spend the week with us. WAHOO!!! I always get so excited when she comes to town. Steph I miss you already. We don't realize how crazy it can be with all the cousins together. All girl cousins might I add. Our week started out with going to Ikea on Monday. It was so fun to hang out with my nieces.  Brooklyn and Riley you guys are growing up too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday Josie and I went to her first friend birthday party at Wheeler Farm. She loved it. She loved driving the tractor the best. She loves horses right now. When she saw the horse she grabs my hand and pulls me to it so she could get a close up look. She gave a big NAH! We sure have to go back there asap. She loved the goodies bags and the delicious cupcakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRbpVOwHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/86JjdyO-z2c/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRbpVOwHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/86JjdyO-z2c/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248542319884288114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRcF0X6ZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/V0Vjk5b61Io/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRcF0X6ZI/AAAAAAAAAc0/V0Vjk5b61Io/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248542327531104658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRchvJxrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TW3TzHTIhFw/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRchvJxrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TW3TzHTIhFw/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248542335025399474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the craziest day. All five girls cousins were in my small 1100 sq foot apartment. You can imagine all the craziness. But it was fun for us three sisters to catch up on things. When they all left Josie took a 3 hour nap. That was pretty long for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, It seemed to be a never ending day. Thank Heavens for Elliot. He helped me out around the house so much before he had to go to work. Thanks honey, you are the best. I had so much to do with work. I signed a bunch of leases and then I had three haircuts and dyed my cousins hair. I was so tired by the time the day was over I sat on the floor and said, "I am not moving." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and I for sure didn't want to get out of bed. But I got woken up at 6:45 am by something. I had a doctor's appointment at 8:40 am, I thought I might have something wrong with my tear duct again. It wasn't clogged when he stuck the needle full of water through my tear duct, thank goodness. He said that the new canal that the tears were going through might be closing up and they might have to put a balloon through it to open it up again and then put another stint in it, for six months. But that was the worse case. He said it might be a sinus infection but I don't think so. It just doesn't feel like that kind of pain. He gave me some antibiotics, so hopefully they work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was able to leave my aprtment thanks to Melissa to go to Layton for my nieces birthday party. My sister already had a hard day by the time we got to her house. Allison got stung by a bee...twice...in her bedroom...in the middle of the night. Her eye was swollen almost shut. Her eye looked Chinese. They had to turn off the air conditioner so the bees wouldn't go through out the house through the vents. It was so HOT in there. They found out the bees came through the foundation up in the attic and pecked there way through the ceiling. Right above where Allison's bed was. They had Pest Control people come and there were like 50 dead bees or more come through the hole. Poor kid! Allison turned five. Wow, times fly. We played at MY GYM. It's a little kids play gym. Josie couldn't wait until she could get on all the toys. She loved it. When we headed home before we even pulled out of my sister's house Josie was fast asleep. It was a great week seeing most of my family. It was a fun surprise to see my little brother come down from Logan.  Love ya Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Saturday, I had to take Steph to the airport... of course I parked in the wrong terminal area and we had to walk a long ways to get to the right one. If you can imagine 2 adults, 1 four year old, a baby in a stroller, 3 suitcases on wheels, a booster seat and a car seat that we had to get to the terminal all at the same time. I was proud to say it went pretty smooth. Then I got home and Josie was very cranky. I picked her up and she was so hot. I took her temp. and she was about 100.3 degree's. Elliot's been planning a date with a friend from Snow college and an old missionary companion for about a week so I couldn't ditch out. My Mom was so nice to tend Josie even when Josie wasn't feeling good. What a wonderful Mom. Thanks your the best. I know I can always count on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On our date we went to Farmington Canyon and went shooting and for a surprise we also went paint balling. I've never done paint balling before. I was kind of timid because I bruise like a peach. The guys told us that we were going to be hunting them. (Thank Goodness) We were the Americans and they were the Mexicans trying to get across the boarder. The guys had to get a flag to a certain area without getting hit. It was pretty exciting. The guys got some red marks but we didn't hurt them too bad. It was kind of raining and it was getting dark so we weren't able to play too long. We all really enjoyed ourselves. It felt like elliot and I were still dating.  But I have to admit I'm glad I'm not. I love that I can hold his hand when I want and give a big hug. Without all the dating games. Then we went to a new place in Bountiful to eat dinner. We ate ribs, potato's, salad and a beget. It was so good. We were all starving. It was so cheep to0. $9.50 a plate and the portions were huge. I would recommend it to anyone. It's called Thyme and Season's in Bountiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we went and picked up Josie from my mom's house she had a temp. of 101.7 and it was going down. She was crying wanting her mommy. I felt bad that I wasn't there for her but she had the next best thing a grandma and a nurse. Last night she woke up with a fever of 102.7. I have no idea what is causing this because she doesn't have a cough a little runny nose but that's about it. She's been sick off and on for over 10 days so I guess it is time to take her in. Sorry for the very long post. Hope everyone had a fun week too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-6251290012595998728?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6251290012595998728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6251290012595998728' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6251290012595998728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6251290012595998728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-week.html' title='What a week...'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SNaRbpVOwHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/86JjdyO-z2c/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4878819772522543648</id><published>2008-09-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:39:28.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Addicted</title><content type='html'>I've been really out of the blogging world this past week and a half due to The Office Addiction. I absolutely love it... it is such fun, dry humor TV. My family and friends kept telling me that I really needed to start watching it. I finally gave in. Here are some of my favorite episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wl8b-nsuN6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wl8b-nsuN6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ut_ixtzRlxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ut_ixtzRlxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LghBMBAAQiI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LghBMBAAQiI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4878819772522543648?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4878819772522543648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4878819772522543648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4878819772522543648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4878819772522543648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/09/officially-addicted.html' title='Officially Addicted'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-8376572639459547502</id><published>2008-08-31T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:58:29.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek 2</title><content type='html'>One day I was watching one of Josie's friends and he wanted to watch Shrek but I didn't have it. I asked if he wanted to watch Swhrek 2. Because we got the movie for free when we bought some other movies off ebay. Anyway.... They both sat next to each other on the couch and were loving it. Her friend not as much as Josie was. She loved it. Now it is officially her favorite movie ever. That is all she wants to watch. I can take a shower with out whinning. She'll sit on my bed with the covers on her legs and wave to me as I go into the bathroom to take a shower. All I really wanted to say was Thanks Parker for getting josie hooked on Shrek 2. WOO HOO!!! I can have free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-8376572639459547502?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/8376572639459547502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=8376572639459547502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8376572639459547502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/8376572639459547502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/08/shrek-2.html' title='Shrek 2'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-6989677138224036877</id><published>2008-08-31T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:05:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SL2qdXEHZmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NfPBRESKP1Y/s1600-h/from+mason%27s+camera+204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241532962713331298" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLt5886ca6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/0WJ1WfGpTgw/s320/lake+powell+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLt59bqucOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/P_HqyH3HK44/s1600-h/lake+powell+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240916687681646818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLt59bqucOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/P_HqyH3HK44/s320/lake+powell+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLt595sscZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/afAt9-X93KU/s1600-h/AZ+trip+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240916695742968210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLt595sscZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/afAt9-X93KU/s320/AZ+trip+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3852577264779616104-6989677138224036877?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/6989677138224036877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=6989677138224036877' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6989677138224036877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/6989677138224036877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/08/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SL2qdXEHZmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NfPBRESKP1Y/s72-c/from+mason%27s+camera+204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852577264779616104.post-4409527839735654933</id><published>2008-08-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:16:03.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLRVo5_Ui3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/i-Lp3F1TOVY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238906427788266354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLRVo5_Ui3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/i-Lp3F1TOVY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the computer and the next thing I knew Josie was fast asleep on the floor with her bum high in the air. I had to take a picture of it. ENJOY!!!  At least I can get some packing down for Lake Powell.  If anyone has any ideas to keep a kid occupied during a 6 hour car drive let me know.  Megan's going to lend me her portable dvd player, I just hope it works.  Thanks Megan:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3852577264779616104-4409527839735654933?l=josiecracker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/feeds/4409527839735654933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852577264779616104&amp;postID=4409527839735654933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4409527839735654933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852577264779616104/posts/default/4409527839735654933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josiecracker.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired.html' title='Tired??'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745552694271530741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ui0b6G8NYvA/SLRVo5_Ui3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/i-Lp3F1TOVY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
